Mysterious recovery

"Don't look for it, I'm right here."

In the thick smoke, a figure fell out of the thick smoke with a muffled grunt.

That was Li Leping.

And the fifth Zhang Xianguang strode out from the thick smoke intact.

In the captain-level attack, only Yang Jian successfully killed one Zhang Xianguang, and the remaining four Zhang Xianguang still survived.

Not only that, Li Jun, who tried his best, was directly damaged, and all he could do was burn off a layer of Zhang Xianguang's skin.

"Spirit caller, we are not this person's opponent. This person was also a top existence in the period of the Republic of China. Don't be reluctant to use the spiritual seat."

At this moment, a dead soul summoned by He Yin'er reminded immediately upon seeing this scene.

After saying this, the three dead souls immediately turned grim, as if they had lost their minds, and then went straight to Zhang Xianguang like a ghost.

The three dead souls did not attack separately, but all rushed towards the second Zhang Xianguang.

The judgment of the older generation of dead souls is very correct. They want to kill this Zhang Xianguang and rescue Li Jun. While fighting the opponent to the greatest extent, they can restore their own disadvantages.

"Do the dead souls want to make trouble too?" These Zhang Xianguang raised the machetes in their hands again.

However this moment.

One of them, Zhang Xianguang, stretched out his hand but it was empty.

The knife... is gone.

"I succeeded."

Zhou Deng was wearing a human skin mask, and his whole person became strange and strange, but his tone was a bit pleasant, because at the moment he was holding an old rusty machete in his hand.

This knife is Zhang Xianguang's knife.

"what?"

Then, the moment Zhou Deng held the big knife, Zhou Deng found that the sight in front of him had changed, and it became extraordinarily weird, because the sight was not complete, but split, like a complete picture being torn into many pieces , The torn holes were like knives, hideous and strange.

But when Zhou Deng's gaze changed and he looked into the darkness, all the gaps disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

"Don't hold this thing."

On the side, Lu Zhiwen grabbed Zhou Deng's hand, grabbed the old machete, and threw it aside.

At this moment, Zhou Deng's arm had completely rotted away, his flesh and blood peeled off, leaving only bones.

"Curse?" Zhou Deng gasped.

He looked at his hand, but couldn't feel any pain.

But the scene just now made him seem to understand something.

The first thousand and 250 chapters two people who walked out of the oil painting

On the playground of the abandoned Shuangqiao Town Primary School, a group of ghost masters representing the top of the supernatural circle are engaged in a tragic supernatural confrontation at this moment.

Just a single strike is an unreserved ultimate move, which is bound to kill the opponent on the spot.

However, the spiritual confrontation is full of various uncertainties and dangers. If there is a slight carelessness, even the captain-level ghost master will die on the spot.

At the same time 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 get close, because the ghost messenger had already been attracted and surrounded the area, forming a death battle field. Anyone who came close would trigger the ghost messenger's killing pattern.

"One of the eight captains won't 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 the way, the ghost can kill all the rest. This is a battle. There is no battle without a winner."

An old man with age spots had a solemn face, 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 lure the ghost messenger? It is indeed cruel enough. He wants to replace the eight captains in the headquarters with his own life. If this succeeds, no one in the spiritual circle can stop his plan."

Chen Qiaoyang narrowed his eyes and said.

Zhang Xian said calmly: "This is the safest way. If the eight captains team up, Zhang Xianguang will most likely lose in the end. But 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 disadvantage in dealing with this kind of prepared battle."

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

Chen Qiaoyang nodded and said: "I understand. After planning for decades, I definitely don't want the final battle to determine the outcome. Otherwise, if I lose a game, I will lose the whole game. It would be unfair. Since I want to fight, I have to fight. Now The ghost messengers have surrounded there, 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 captain the most fatal blow, so that a few surviving captains will escape from time to time."

"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 died in the end."

Chen Qiaoyang also looked forward to it.

At this moment, Zhang Xian turned his head and looked in another direction: "When all the captains are fighting here, they can almost start to act over there."

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

And in the ghost post office.

Sun Rui stood at the door with a cane, looking at the gray sky outside, his brows were furrowed, showing deep worry.

"The spiritual erosion is getting more and more serious. It looks like the whole city will be shrouded in the haunted world of ghost paintings in a while. I don't know if Yang Jian and the others can stop it in time. If it is later If there are some words, then the city will probably be finished."

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

He has been in charge of the city for so long, and now he can only watch the ghosts appear, but he is powerless.

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 kept silent, just sat quietly in a corner, thinking about the time silently 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.

This time can neither be too early nor too late.

Premature exposure will increase unnecessary risks, but too late exposure will affect the smooth progress of the plan, so a very critical point must be stuck.

"I don't know when I can get out of this ghost place. I've been trapped here for too long. I almost forgot what the outside world looks like."

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, Zhang Xianguang, what on earth are you trying to do outside? You're killing the captain and playing tricks. I feel like you're planning something big, and what you said to Yang Jian just now seems to be hiding something."

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

"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 very difficult to do, we can only be like The ghosts of the dead linger here forever, not free."

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

It's not like the person I usually 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, no matter what you want to do, I will stop you."

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

"That's right, if you don't explain it, you can't get out here."

The others also saw Zhang Xianguang's weirdness, and upon being reminded by Yang Xiao, they immediately stepped forward, blocking his way as well.

A group of at least a dozen people were all messengers from the fifth floor. They were not top-notch ghost masters outside, but they were considered a huge spiritual force.

Zhang Xianguang said: "Explanation? That's fine. Since we have been together for so many years, we should indeed give you an explanation, so that you will not be kept in the dark until now."

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

"Actually, I am different from you. You are the supernatural beings drawn in oil paintings, but I am not. I am a normal living person."

"Are you kidding? A normal living person? After living in oil paintings for more than ten years, 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 delivered the last letter, it is impossible for normal ghost masters to not be affected by supernatural power for more than ten years, and it is impossible not to eat or drink Under the circumstances, you can still maintain the normal functions of your body, even if you are a different kind, it is impossible to maintain this state forever."

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

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

According to the news, it was no less than a bolt from the blue for them.

"You are the manager of the post office?" Yang Xiao stared at him firmly.

Zhang Xianguang nodded and said: "Yes, to be precise, I am the third manager, and Sun Rui outside is the fourth manager. After all, the ghost post office only allows one manager without saying anything."

"Okay, that's the general thing. You should thank me, because I have let the ghost painting cover the entire Dahan City, and it will be successful soon. Once it succeeds, you in the oil painting will be able to enter the ghost painting." The world of painting, get out of this narrow place, if you are lucky, you can see your former relatives and friends, I believe that the days to come will not be boring."

"Ok?"

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

"You madman, want to draw the whole city into the ghost painting?"

"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 spiritual attacks and ensure everyone's safe life." Zhang Xianguang said seriously and coldly. .

"I hope that you will become my companions, not interferers, but now is not the time for you to make a choice."

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

Zhang Xianguang said: "I am the manager of the post office, I cannot die in the post office, and you cannot 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 sense of sleepiness affected Zhang Xianguang.

"Yang Xiao, you are a genius. If you grow up for more than ten years, there is no doubt that you can really do it, but you are already dead, so now I have to play this game with a different opponent."

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

Yang Xiao failed to stop it, 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." The others were stunned.

Zhang Xianguang looked back and said to Yang Xiao who was in the world of oil painting: "We will play chess again after I succeed."

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 turned his head to look 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 am not the person in the oil painting, Yang Jian can come in and out freely, so can I." Zhang Xianguang said casually.

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

"The answer is correct. It seems that you are not stupid, but your strength is a little weak." Zhang Xianguang nodded.