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Chapter 1286? The person who walked out of the oil painting

On the playground of the abandoned Shuangqiao Town Primary School, a group of ghost riders representing the top of the supernatural circle are currently fighting a tragic supernatural confrontation.

Just one move is an unreserved ultimate move, which is about to kill the opponent on the spot.

The supernatural confrontation is full of various uncertainties and dangers, and even a captain-level ghost rider will die on the spot if he is not careful.

Just as Zhang Xianguang was fighting with several captains.

Not far from Shuangqiao Town Primary School.

A few people were watching this place, and they didn't dare to approach, because the ghost messenger had already been led over and surrounded the place, forming a death battle arena. Anyone who approached would trigger the ghost messenger's killing rule.

"If one of the eight captains does not fall, Zhang Xianguang's life is worth it, not to mention that he can kill everyone in one go, even if he only needs to fight half of it, the ghost can solve all the remaining people. This is a no-brainer. A winning battle."

An old man with age spots looked solemn, looking at the area blocked by darkness.

His name is Zhang Xian, and he is also from Shuangqiao Town. Although he looks older, he can only be regarded as a junior in front of Zhang Xianguang.

"Is this why he asked me to attract the ghosts? It's really ruthless. He wants to use his own life to replace the eight captains at the headquarters. If this is successful, no one in the spiritual circle can stop his plan." Remember the URL m.xbeqge. com

Chen Qiaoyang narrowed his eyes and said.

Zhang Xian calmly said: "This is the safest way. The eight captains join forces. If they really fight to the end, Zhang Xianguang will most likely lose. And we can't afford to lose, we can only win, so we have to use this extreme method."

"If a few of us join forces, we may not be able to fight each other."

Chen Qiaoyang said, "You also know my methods. There is no advantage in dealing with this kind of prepared battle."

"I know, but the other party is not simple, and there are backhands. Zhang Xianguang will not bet on this move at such a critical time, and I do not recommend betting." Zhang Xian said.

Chen Qiaoyang nodded and said: "Understood, after planning for decades, I definitely don't want to decide the outcome of the last battle, otherwise it would be a shame to lose a game and lose the whole game. Since it is necessary to fight, it is meaningful to fight now. The ghosts have already surrounded it, so what are we doing here?"

Then he asked again.

Zhang Xian said: "To prevent the plan from failing, let the ghosts get out of control when necessary, increase the number of ghosts to suppress, and give the remaining captains the most fatal blow, so as to avoid a few surviving captains escaping."

"I see."

Chen Qiaoyang narrowed his eyes and said, "No wonder I need to watch here =."

"The moment they entered Shuangqiao Town Primary School, they lost." Zhang Xian said, "This is the world of ghost paintings, and they can't escape."

"Then I really have to wait and see how those captains die in the end."

Chen Qiaoyang also had some expectations in his heart.

At this moment, Zhang Xian turned his head and looked in another direction: "When all the captains are fighting here, it is almost time to start moving there."

He was referring to the ghost post office in Dahan City.

And in the ghost post office.

Sun Ruiqi stood at the door with a cane, looking at the gray space outside, his brows furrowed, revealing a deep worry.

"The situation of spiritual erosion is getting more and more serious. It seems that after a while, the whole city will be shrouded in the ghost realm of ghost paintings. I don't know if Yang Jian and the others will be able to stop this in time. If it's too late, A few words and the city is probably doomed."

He was very worried at the moment, because he was the person in charge of Dahan City.

Having been in charge of the city for so long, now I can only watch the supernatural appear, but I can do nothing.

But what Sun Rui didn't notice was that.

in the world of oil painting.

The real Zhang Xianguang still stayed in the ghost post office, he was silent, just sitting quietly in a corner, but thinking about time in his heart.

There is no concept of time in the oil painting, he can only make a rough estimate in his mind after Yang Jian left at that time.

It can't be too early, and it can't be too late.

Exposure too early will add unnecessary risks, but appearing too late will affect the smooth progress of the plan, so it is a very critical point.

"I don't know when I can get out of this ghost place. I've been trapped here for so long, I've almost forgotten what the outside world is like."

In the ghost post office in the oil painting, the voice of complaining came again.

It's not surprising that such voices are heard every day.

"I feel that the ghost painting is likely to get out of control this time, and this is also an opportunity for us."

"Opportunity? I think it's a crisis. If there is a supernatural incident, many people will die outside."

While these people were discussing, someone else looked at Zhang Xianguang in the corner,

"Hey, Zhang Xianguang, what are you trying to do outside? It's killing the captain and drawing a ghost. I feel like you're planning something big, and you seem to have concealed what you just said to Yang Jian."

I thought that Zhang Xianguang would not answer, but Zhang Xianguang in the corner slowly stood up.

"It's almost time."

"what?"

Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting smiled slightly: "I said, it's almost time, I should leave here."

"Leave here? Zhang Xianguang, are you confused? We are all painted people, not real, we can only exist in the world of oil paintings, and we can never leave, even suicide is difficult, we can only be like The souls of the dead generally linger here forever, not free."

Someone stared at him strangely, and it seemed that Zhang Xianguang in front of him was a little strange for a while.

Not like the guy I used to know.

Zhang Xianguang didn't speak, just walked out on his own.

The others stared at him suspiciously, not knowing why.

"If you don't want to explain, I will stop you no matter what you do."

At this time, Yang Xiao came out. He stood at the door of the ghost post office and blocked his way.

"You're right, if you don't explain it, you won't be able to get out of here."

Others also saw Zhang Xianguang's weirdness, and being reminded by Yang Xiao, they immediately stepped forward and blocked his way as well.

A group, at least a dozen people, were all messengers from the fifth floor of the past. They were not considered top ghost riders outside, but were considered a huge supernatural force.

Zhang Xianguang said: "Explain? It's okay, since we have been together for so many years, we really should give you an explanation, lest you all be kept in the dark."

"But this matter is a long story. I have other things to do, so I will keep it short."

"Actually, I'm not the same as you. You are the supernatural beings drawn in oil paintings, but I'm not. I'm a normal living person."

"What are you kidding? A normal living person? You have lived in the oil painting for more than ten years, yet you actually say that you are a normal living person? Do you think I am blind?" Someone immediately retorted.

Yang Xiao also frowned: "You are already here after I sent the last letter, it is impossible for a normal ghost rider to be unaffected by supernatural power for more than ten years, and it is impossible not to eat or drink. The normal function of the body is still maintained under the circumstances, even if you are an alien, it is impossible to maintain this state forever."

"Yes, so I have another level of identity, that is, the manager of the post office. Only as a manager can I stay in the post office forever and stay the same for more than ten years. ." Zhang Xianguang said.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.

The news revealed that it was no less than a bolt from the blue for them.

"Are you the manager of the post office?" Yang Xiao stared at him.

Zhang Xianguang nodded and said: "Yes, to be precise, I am the third manager, and the Sun Rui outside is the fourth manager. After all, the Ghost Post Office only allows one manager to exist without saying it."

"Okay, that's about it, you should actually thank me, because I have already let the ghost painting cover the entire Dahan City, and it will be successful soon. Once it is successful, you will be able to enter the ghost painting at that time. The world of painting, escape from this narrow place, and if you are lucky, you will be able to meet your former relatives and friends, and I believe the future will not be boring."

"Ok?"

They were stunned for a moment, then understood, and their eyes shrank suddenly.

"You lunatic, let the whole city be drawn into the ghost painting first?"

"Wrong, it's not the whole city, but all the cities and all the people. Only by staying in the ghost painting world can we isolate the supernatural attacks and ensure a safe life for everyone." Zhang Xianguang said seriously and coldly. .

"I hope that you will be my companions instead of interfering, but now, it is not the time for you to make a choice."

"What if I kill you here?" Yang Xiao said with narrowed eyes.

Zhang Xianguang said: "I am the manager of the post office. I can't die in the post office, and you can't kill me."

"Then let you sleep forever."

Yang Xiao strode forward, his figure gradually blurred and was about to disappear. At the same time, a strong sleepiness affected Zhang Xianguang.

"Yang Xiao, you are a genius. If you grow up for more than ten years, you don't doubt that you can do it, but you are already dead, so now I have to play this game with another opponent."

Zhang Xianguang didn't dare to hesitate, so as not to be dragged into a nightmare, he immediately took a step forward, an exit appeared in front of him, and the whole person really walked out of the world of oil painting along this sudden gap.

Yang Xiao failed to stop it, and his supernatural power could not affect people outside the oil painting.

"What he said is true, he really stepped out of the world of oil painting." Others were shocked.

Zhang Xianguang looked back and faced Yang Xiaodao in the oil painting world: "When I succeed, let's play chess again."

Subsequently, the exit was closed.

The view outside the post office is cut off.

now.

Zhang Xianguang reappeared in the lobby on the first floor of the apartment, and he saw Sun Rui standing at the door.

And Sun Rui also noticed it, and looked back at him suddenly.

"You...you are Zhang Xianguang, you actually walked out of the oil painting, how is this possible?" Sun Rui was shocked.

"Nothing is impossible, because I'm not the person in the oil painting. If Yang Jian can go in and out freely, so can I." Zhang Xianguang said casually.

Sun Rui immediately thought of something after hearing it: "You are the real Zhang Xianguang, the third post office manager?"

"That's right, it doesn't look like you're stupid, but your strength is weaker." Zhang Xianguang nodded.

But the next moment.

boom!

With a loud bang, the door of the apartment was knocked open by a powerful force.

A man in his early thirties strode in: "The plan can start, everything is ready."

"Nie Yingping, you did a good job, everything went smoothly." Zhang Xian was expressionless, as if he had expected it.

At this moment, the man named Nie Yingping placed the huge oil painting in his hand heavily on the ground.

The oil painting was covered with black cloth, and it was difficult to see the appearance, but a feeling told Sun Rui that this was a ghost painting, but it should not be the real source ghost painting, but a derivative.

"Let's go." Zhang Xianguang said.

He has to use this oil painting to get out of here, and only in this way can he not leave the ghost post office, but also get out of here.

Nie Yingping stared at Sun Rui and said, "What should he do? He is also the manager of the post office."

"Don't bother, he can't interfere with what we're going to do, and now he knows it's too late, even if he wants to stop it, he can't do anything, because I'm also the manager of the post office, and no matter what he does, I can change it back. "Zhang Xianguang ignored Sun Rui, if he didn't come out, he would be successful as soon as he came out.

So Sun Rui's existence is not important to him.

Anyway, in the end, he was the one who controlled the ghost painting, not Sun Rui.

Sun Rui's face was particularly ugly. He held the cane tightly, blue veins burst out, and he could not wait to fight the opponent, but he knew that he was not an opponent, and he didn't even have any advantages as a post office manager.

Nie Yingping nodded and untied the black cloth, revealing the ghost painting.

Zhang Xianguang walked into the world of ghost paintings without hesitation and disappeared into the ghost post office.

"What a piece of shit, are you also worthy of being the fourth manager?"

Nie Yingping glanced at Sun Rui, then turned and left with the ghost painting.

"hateful."

Sun Rui felt that he was powerless at the moment, he understood that he was a manager who was not won by himself, but was forcibly promoted by Yang Jian.

"However, you will regret ignoring it today. I didn't do it with you because I knew I couldn't stop you by myself, but that doesn't mean I have no way."

He gritted his teeth, picked up his cane and hit the ground hard.

next moment.

Huge oil paintings appeared on the walls.

Those portraits are the fifth-floor messengers of the post office in all dynasties.

At this moment, all the messengers on the fifth floor looked at Sun Rui in unison.

With a gloomy face, Sun Rui opened a dark compartment on the wall and took out a huge painting.

This painting is also covered with black cloth.

It was exactly the same as the ghost painting that Nie Haiping held in his hand.

Because this is also a ghost painting, although it is only a derivative.

This ghost painting was sent by Yang Jian himself.

At that time, Sun Rui already knew that Zhang Xianguang had a problem and was investigating him, so he secretly hid the painting at that time, and no one knew about it except Yang Jian.

Although Zhang Xianguang is the manager of the post office, he usually hides it so well that he doesn't know about it.

This is black light.

"I still have a ghost painting. Would you like to enter it and stop Zhang Xianguang?" Sun Rui asked, staring at everyone's paintings.

"And a ghost painting? Then don't waste time, let us in, we will help you stop that Zhang Xianguang." Yang Xiao said.

"He's a manager and can't be killed. We, half-dead souls, can't be his opponent, but I also want to give it a try and see if it can change."

"This guy wants to pull everyone into the world of ghost paintings. This is to kill everyone. Although I really want to see my family, I don't want to meet them in the world of ghost paintings. It's too cruel."

All the dead souls in the oil paintings were all excited, and their opinions were very unified. They wanted to stop Zhang Xianguang and did not want to see his plan succeed.

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"Whether you are sincere or lied to me, but now I have no choice but to believe you, people like us have had a very miserable end, if you don't want everyone to be like us, living in a world of ghost paintings Please help me." Sun Rui took a deep breath and said.

After he sincerely pleaded, without any hesitation, he lifted the black cloth covering Ghost Lake.

He overlays the ghost painting on one of the paintings.

Oil painting and ghost painting touch each other.

A channel connecting each other opened.

(End of this chapter)