Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 1043 Familiar people

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Yang Jian is standing in front of the post office in this oil painting.

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The door opened, but there were a lot of people of all kinds in the hall on the first floor. Their clothes seemed to have spanned several years, ten years, or even decades. In general, there is a strange look in his eyes.

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But these people are not serious ghosts, because Yang Jian also read surprise and amazement in some eyes.

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A real Specter would not have these living human emotions.

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Yang Jian stared at them, and these strange people also stared at Yang Jian, the scene fell into a dead silence, and Zhou Ze, who was following up next to him, was stunned at the moment, with a bit of shock on his face. color.

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why.

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Why is there a ghost post office in the world in the oil painting?

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Why are there so many weird people hidden in this ghost post office?

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at the same time.

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The old man who had his axe taken away by Yang Jian and flew out with one kick was struggling to stand up again. He didn't seem to feel any pain, and it didn't matter if one arm was lost. His darkened face revealed a kind of hatred. And anger, seems to want to stand up and do it again.

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But he was stopped by another person next to him, who didn't want him to continue.

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"If I'm not wrong, these are all messengers who delivered three letters on the fifth floor of the post office. Although some did not appear in the oil paintings, their identities are not difficult to guess."

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Yang Jian secretly said in his heart, and at the same time felt an inexplicable chill.

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With so many people gathered together, what is the Ghost Post Office going to do?

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And are these people really human?

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"Who are you? Can you speak?" Yang Jian asked with a solemn expression.

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But after he finished speaking, the lobby on the first floor of the post office was still quiet, as if no one heard what he said, or because the place itself was in a supernatural world and no living people stepped in, two living people left rashly. Coming in makes these people a little uncomfortable, and they can't even accept it.

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"It's been so many years, but I didn't expect that a messenger would finally set foot in this place on their own initiative."

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However, under the deathly calm, a voice came out.

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In the hall on the first floor, everyone looked in the direction from which the voice came.

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The person who spoke was a man in his early thirties. This man had his hair neatly combed and neatly dressed, but his dressing and dressing style were out of tune with modern times, at least a few decades ago.

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"Who are you?" The man's eyes rolled, numb and dull, like a ghost.

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"Who are you?" Yang Jian looked at him and asked.

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The man paused for a while, he seemed to be silent, and then he said, "I am Zhang Xianguang, a person who is already dead."

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"Yang Jian, a person who is still alive."

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"I can see it." The man who claimed to be Zhang Xianguang nodded slightly and said, "Do you know where this place is?"

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"The ghost post office in the oil painting?" Yang Jian said directly.

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Zhang Xianguang said: "This is a supernatural cage, and all the things that are imprisoned are us who are neither human nor ghosts, and the living dare not set foot in it."

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"You should all be messengers on the fifth floor, and according to my inference, all three letters have been delivered and left the post office. Only those who leave the post office will leave their own oil paintings in the post office... So, do the people in the oil paintings also have independent consciousness?"

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Yang Jian glanced at it.

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If this is true, then there will also be a familiar person here.

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That was his father.

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Because he had seen oil paintings of his father and cousin in Yangjian on the fifth floor, it showed that they also lived in this supernatural world.

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"You are very smart, it seems that you have already understood." Zhang Xianguang said: "Our life is always fixed at the moment when we leave the post office after delivering the last letter. Although we have left the post office for the real us, but For us we'll never be able to get out of the post office."

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"It's a curse that can never be shaken off."

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At this moment, another person spoke again: "To suffer this curse is like falling into hell, just to wait for a result."

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"Resurrection?" Yang Jian immediately said with a slight movement in his eyes.

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Someone else answered: "Yes, it's resurrection. After the courier on the fifth floor has delivered the last letter, he can choose to let one of the people here walk out of the oil painting world and be completely resurrected, but in exchange for that courier, he will lose his ability to leave the post office. Opportunities, go back to the first floor again to send letters again, again and again, endless."

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"No one will waste the opportunity to resurrect an irrelevant person, so we are destined to have no way to escape, we can only live and die together with the post office." Zhang Xianguang said.

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Yang Jian looked calm and nodded: "So that's the case, relying on the consciousness of supernatural existence? It cannot return to reality, and can only be stored in supernatural places, so from the establishment of the post office to the present, all the messengers who left the fifth floor are backed up here. already?"

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"Backup? Interesting description, but it's really apt."

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Zhang Xianguang said: "No, not all people can exist here, some people will still disappear, he will disappear soon..."

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After he finished speaking, he glanced at the old man who split Yang Jian with an axe.

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Yang Jian's eyelids jumped: "Will you die if you get hurt?"

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"No, people here will not die if they are hurt, but they will disappear once they are forgotten."

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Zhang Xianguang said: "If no one remembers us in the outside world, then that person will disappear completely, completely disappear in this world, so he needs to show his face in the post office, let people remember, and ensure that he will not disappear, because the post office By default, people who are forgotten by the world will not have the chance to be resurrected."

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"To be forgotten means death?" Yang Jian understood, and he thought of the killing rules of ghost paintings.

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At the beginning, he had already deciphered the killing rules of ghost paintings.

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The appearance of ghost paintings, the first step is that ordinary people must see the real ghost paintings, the second step is to recall, if anyone remembers the ghost paintings in their minds when they are bored, then the paintings will appear in your home, and the third step is to recall the ghost paintings. Steps are fantasy.... Never imagine that the woman in the painting will appear, once you think so, the ghost in the ghost painting will really come out.

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So the murder rule of ghost painting is memory.

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This kind of killing law is terrifying and incomprehensible, because the more a person is afraid of something, the more he thinks about it.

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After Yang Jian first realized this, whenever he thinks of ghost paintings, he immediately ignores the details of ghost paintings. If his memory is not complete, or his thoughts are interrupted in the middle, then ghost paintings cannot appear.

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"Some people long to be forgotten, some people long to be remembered, so those who want to be forgotten are remembered, and those who want to be remembered are forgotten... If there is hell, it must be hell, we It's nothing but an evil ghost that perishes forever and cannot be freed." Zhang Xianguang said.

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Infinite hell?

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A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth: "Interesting statement, it seems that it is impossible for you to get free."

"Why?" Someone asked with a cold face.

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Yang Jian said: "Because you were seen by me and remembered by me, as long as I don't die, someone in this world will always remember you, so you won't disappear again, and you can't be liberated."

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"Kill him, I don't want to be remembered, I want to be forgotten and disappear completely from here." Among the crowd, a woman spoke up.

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She is very young, wearing a floral dress and two big braids, dressed in old fashion.

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As soon as these words came out, they were very inspiring.

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Immediately, quite a few people stared at Yang Jian with strange eyes, with an inexplicable ferocity.

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Trapped in a supernatural place for a long time, they are neither human nor ghost, their personalities have been distorted, and they also possess a certain supernatural power in the oil painting, let alone dealing with ordinary people, even if they are top ghost hunters. Can also be killed.

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Seeing this, Zhou Ze's heart shrank suddenly, he looked at Yang Jian and said in a low voice, "The situation is very bad, let's hurry back and find a chance to go back, and don't fight to death with these supernatural beings here."

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Yang Jian was unmoved when he heard the words.

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Although these supernatural people are very dangerous, they are all the elite messengers since the establishment of the post office.

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"If you want to do it, just try it." Yang Jian drank with a cold face and picked up the axe in his hand.

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"That axe can't save you, it's not a real supernatural object, it's drawn, the things on everyone's body will be kept at the moment when the letter is delivered, things can only be used in the world of oil painting, can't leave, once you leave, It will completely dissipate, how much power do you think the drawn supernatural thing can have in the original version?"

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A messenger laughed out loud, with a hint of reminder, obviously not everyone is hostile.

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"It turns out to be like this." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "That is to say, in the outside world, is there a real axe like this?"

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"Don't you think it's funny to think about those things when you're about to die?" The woman in the floral dress said indifferently.

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A group of people moved, and they gradually gathered around, wanting to attack Yang Jian together and kill him.

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Although there is no way for them to appear outside, since Yang Jian has come to the world of oil painting, they will have an advantage. Even if the supernatural power they draw is not as much as they were in his lifetime, as a group of top figures in the past, they will let them work together. The existence of fear.

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Yang Jian took a step back. He clenched the axe tightly, preparing to use this gate as the boundary for a fight.

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He doesn't feel scared because he doesn't think he will lose.

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"You can't do it, at least I won't agree." However, at this moment, a voice came out, and the voice was low and threatening.

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Those who joined forces stopped in unison.

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Their faces changed a lot, and then they looked in one direction.

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Deep in the lobby of the post office, a man walked slowly. He was very young, in his early twenties. However, it was incredible that the appearance of this man was seven or eight similar to Yang Jian, but his temperament was slightly different. Just different.

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He revealed a calmness, calmness, and a hidden edge.

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"Did it appear?"

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Yang Jian stared at the man with a condensed expression.

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"Your surname is Yang, so it turns out... I should have thought about it." Zhang Xianguang said.

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"It's an interesting scene of a son inheriting his father's business. How many years have passed since the outside world, are the younger generations already so good? Dare to set foot here at a young age."

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Many people have already thought of the truth of the matter through their names and appearances.

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"If you do it, I will never let you free." The young man said coldly at this moment, "I haven't had a nightmare for a long time, have you? Would you like to give it a try?"

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"We long to be forgotten and seek relief, and death is nothing to us," someone said.

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"You won't die in the nightmare, but it will definitely be a hundred times worse than now." The young man said, "Some people have tried it, but some people haven't."

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The rest were silent.

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They believe that offending this person is definitely more terrible than death.

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Because of this person's nickname, Nightmare Yang Xiao.

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Even in the world in the oil painting, he also possessed a certain supernatural power during his lifetime.

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This young man came. He seemed to be very threatening among this group of people who were neither human nor ghosts, and his status was extraordinary. At this moment, no one dared to discuss more, just watching this scene happen.

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soon.

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He came to the door and faced Yang Jian.

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Two similar-looking people spanned more than ten years, and they officially met for the first time with the help of supernatural power.

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"He's right, as long as you look for the answer, you will definitely appear here." He said, "But this should be the first time we meet. Hello, my name is Yang Xiao."

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Yang Xiao, obviously this is his pseudonym, because his full name is Yang Xiaotian, which means that filial piety is greater than heaven.

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Because this is the post office, it's not surprising that few people use their real names to represent themselves.

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"Yang Jian." He stretched out his hand.

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There was a smile on the corner of Yang Xiao's mouth, and the two shook hands, knowing each other's identity very well.

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One is his son from ten years in the future~www.readwn.com~ and the other is his father from ten years ago.

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The supernatural created this incredible scene.

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"Zhang Xianguang is right, this is an endless hell, so you appeared." Yang Xiao said this: "Your name means the end of everything, I hope you won't hate it."

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"That's how I got my name from my feelings." Yang Jian's expression moved slightly: "Fortunately, I didn't name Yang Wei, I'm not very suitable to be a great man."

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"Since you entered here, you must have your own considerations, so, what are you going to do?" Yang Xiao asked.

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Yang Jian said, "Do my words work?"

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"My words only work, and those who are disobedient, let him daydream." Yang Xiaodao.

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"That's good." Yang Jian said, "I have a decision in my heart, but I want to understand this first."

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"You will know what you should know." Yang Xiao nodded and said, "Come in and sit down, there are some things we should really talk about."

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He invited Yang Jian into the post office, and no one dared to object.

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Zhang Xianguang said, "The situation has changed, it seems that he is right, there is no way for you to escape."

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Everyone remained silent, staring strangely at Yang Jian and Zhou Ze who walked into the post office.

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(End of this chapter)

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