Mysterious recovery

"No one would waste the opportunity to revive an insignificant person, so we are doomed to have no way to escape, and we can only live and die with the post office." Zhang Xianguang said.

Yang Jian looked calm, and nodded: "So that's the case, relying on the consciousness of supernatural existence? You can't return to reality, you can only store it in a supernatural place, so from the establishment of the post office to the present, all the messengers who left the fifth floor have backups here. gone?"

"Backup? It's an interesting description, but it's really apt."

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

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the old man who had chopped Yang Jian with an ax before.

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

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

Zhang Xianguang said: "If no one in the outside world remembers us, then that person will disappear and be completely wiped out in this world. That's why he needs to show his face in the post office to be remembered and to ensure that he will not disappear, because the post office By default, those who have been forgotten by the world will not have the chance to be resurrected."

"To be forgotten is equal to death?" Yang Jian understood, and he thought of the ghost painting's law of killing.

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

For the appearance of ghost paintings, the first step is that ordinary people must see the real ghost paintings. The second step is to recall, but for those who recall ghost paintings in their minds when they are bored, that painting will appear in your home. The third step is to remember ghost paintings. The first step is fantasy... Never imagine that the woman in the painting will appear, once you think this way, the ghost in the ghost painting will really come out.

So the ghost painting's law of killing is memory.

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

After Yang Jian realized this at the beginning, whenever he remembered the ghost painting, he immediately ignored the details of the ghost painting. The memory was not complete, or his thoughts were interrupted midway, so the ghost painting could not appear.

"Some people desire to be forgotten, and some people desire to be remembered. Therefore, those who want to be forgotten are remembered, and those who want to be remembered are forgotten... If there is a hell, it must be an endless hell. We are just falling forever. It's just a wicked ghost, there's no way to get rid of it." Zhang Xianguang said.

Infernal hell?

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

"Why?" Someone asked with a cold face.

Yang Jiandao: "Because you were seen and remembered by me, as long as I don't die, there will always be people in this world who will remember you, so you will never disappear again, and it is impossible to get relief."

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

She is very young, wearing a floral dress, with two big braids, and she is old-fashioned.

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

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

Trapped in a supernatural place for a long time, they are neither humans nor ghosts, their personalities have been distorted, and they also have a certain supernatural power in the oil painting, let alone deal with ordinary people together, even if they are top ghost masters It can also be killed.

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 quickly find a chance to retreat, and don't fight these supernatural figures here."

Yang Jian was unmoved when he heard the words.

Although these supernatural beings are dangerous, they are all the elite messengers since the establishment of the post office. Their understanding of the ghost post office is beyond imagination. If they can communicate with them, it will be easy to deal with the ghost post office.

"If you want to do it, try it." Yang Jian snorted coldly, and picked up the ax in his hand.

"That ax can't save you. It's not a real supernatural item, but a painting. The things on everyone's body will be kept at the moment the letter is delivered. Things can only be used in the oil painting world, and they cannot leave. Once they leave, they will die." It will completely dissipate, how much power do you think the painted supernatural thing can have in the original version?"

One of the messengers laughed aloud, with a hint of reminder, obviously not everyone was hostile.

"So that's the case." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "That is to say, in the outside world, there is still a real ax like this?"

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

A group of people took action, and they gradually surrounded, intending to attack Yang Jian together and kill him.

Although they have no way to appear outside, since Yang Jian has come to the world of oil painting, they have an advantage. Even if the supernatural power they draw is not as much as in life, as a group of top-notch figures before, they will also let them join forces. Man feels the presence of fear.

Yang Jian took a step back, he gripped the ax tightly, and prepared to fight with the gate as the boundary.

He doesn't get scared because he doesn't feel like he's going to lose.

"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.

Those who joined forces stopped in unison.

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

Deep in the lobby of the post office, a man slowly walked in. He was very young, about in his early twenties. However, what made people feel unbelievable was that the appearance of this man was seven or eight points similar to Yang Jian, but his temperament was slightly different. It's just different.

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

"Has it appeared?"

Yang Jian looked at that person with a fixed expression.

"You are all surnamed Yang, so that's the case... I should have thought of it earlier." Zhang Xianguang said.

"It's an interesting scene that the son inherits the father's career. How many years have passed outside now, are the younger generations already so outstanding? Dare to set foot here at such a young age."

Many people have already associated the truth of the matter through their names and appearance.

"If you do it, I will make it impossible for you to escape forever." The young man said coldly at this moment: "Have you not had a nightmare for a long time? Do you want to try it?"

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

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

The rest fell silent.

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

Because the person in front of him is nicknamed Nightmare Yang Xiao.

Even in the world in the oil painting, he also has a certain amount of supernatural power in his life.

This young man came, and he seemed to be very threatening among this group of people who were neither human nor ghost, and his status was extraordinary. At this moment, no one dared to make more comments, but just watched this scene happen.

soon.

He came to the door and faced Yang Jian.

Two people with similar appearances have traveled for more than ten years and formally met for the first time with the help of supernatural powers.

"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've met. Hello, my name is Yang Xiao."

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

Since this is a post office, it's no surprise that few people would use their real names to identify themselves.

"Yang Jian." He stretched out his hand.

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

One is his son in the next ten years, and the other is his father in the past ten years.

The supernatural created this incredible scene.

"Zhang Xianguang is right, this is an endless hell, so you appeared." Yang Xiao said this sentence: "Your name represents the meaning of ending everything, I hope you will not hate it."

"That's how I got my name." Yang Jian's expression moved slightly and he said, "Fortunately, I didn't name him Yang Wei. I'm not suitable to be a great man."

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

Yang Jian said, "Will my words work?"

"As long as my words work, let him daydream if he is not obedient." Yang Xiaodao.

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

"You know what you should know." Yang Xiao nodded and said, "Come in and sit down, there are some things that should be talked about."

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

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

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

Chapter One Thousand and Nine Incomplete Thoughts

Yang Jian and the courier Zhou Ze entered the post office hall in this oil painting world.

The layout here is exactly the same as the outside, but the surrounding environment is completely different, which makes people feel a little unreal. I don't know which post office is real and which is fake.

There are many people in the hall.

A group of people stood scattered in the hall, staring at Yang Jian and Zhou Ze with strange eyes.

Some people want to kill Yang Jian and Zhou Ze to seek relief, some choose to be neutral and let the situation develop, and some choose to help Yang Jian, because this may be an opportunity for some people, a person who can get rid of the curse and find freedom Chance.

But no matter what.

The appearance of the nightmare Yang Xiao completely disrupted the situation.

As long as Yang Xiao objects, no one has the ability to intervene in the next development.

"One of the father and son controls the ghost post office outside, and the other controls the ghost post office in the oil painting world. Now that they have teamed up, it is enough to determine the direction of the entire ghost land." Looking at this scene, Zhang Xianguang vaguely realized.

This time may be the opportunity he's been waiting for for decades.

"Under this situation, no one is allowed to make trouble." He also expressed his attitude immediately, looking forward to a result.

Whether the outcome is good or bad, at least this hellish life can be ended.

Others looked at Zhang Xianguang, some nodded slightly in agreement, some frowned and thought about it, and some hid their faces and didn't speak, not knowing what their plans were.

"sit."

Yang Xiao pointed to a wooden stool next to him, and then he also found a wooden stool and sat down.

The people around looked around, wanting to see the conversation between the two, because this conversation involved a lot and could influence their fate.

After Yang Jian sat down, Zhou Ze didn't take his seat, but just stood aside. He felt that he was not qualified to participate in this matter, and he could just be a bystander.

"Whatever you want to know, you can just ask, even if I can't answer it for you, there are still many seniors here, I believe they can give you a satisfactory answer, the truth needs to be spread, maybe this is the meaning of our undead existence .” Yang Xiao’s tone was flat, appearing very rational.

Yang Jian's eyes were flickering at the moment, and he didn't hesitate, but asked directly: "The ghost post office should have existed for a long time, it should have been built during the Republic of China, and it got out of control in modern times, what have I experienced in the middle?" I'm not interested in knowing, I want to know, what is the purpose of the messenger's delivery?"

His question went straight to the core, and he wanted to understand the purpose of the ghost post office.

Yang Xiao said without hesitation: "The ghost post office is often the first to detect the appearance of supernatural events, so they send messengers. The messengers are the first group of people who come into contact with supernatural events. Their purpose is not to solve supernatural events, but to detect and pass them on. Some kind of signal."

"Detect and transmit signals?" Yang Jian frowned: "What's the point?"

"I have a different opinion on this issue."

Zhang Xianguang on the side said: "After the supernatural event occurs, the courier will receive a mission to deliver the message and rush to the place where the supernatural event occurred to contact the supernatural event. Afterwards, the courier will only have two outcomes, either die from the supernatural event, or survive... Does that sound right? Like nonsense? But young man, you should know that the reason why the courier can complete the task of delivering the letter is not only based on a simple mind, but also requires courage."

"It is necessary to steal the guts of supernatural power in supernatural incidents. Only by constantly strengthening the courier can it cope with the mission of delivering letters again and again until it finally leaves the post office."

"So the task of sending letters is actually to use the supernatural events that just happened again and again to cultivate messengers?" Yang Jian asked.

Yang Xiaodao: "Becoming stronger is the purpose of the messenger, not the purpose of the post office. The purpose of the post office is to detect supernatural events and deliver some kind of information, so I guess that in addition to the post office, there will be special people to deal with supernatural events. Otherwise, The supernatural events have been out of control for a long time, it is impossible to disappear mysteriously after appearing."

In his experience, he once returned to the place where the letter was sent to investigate after delivering the letter. As a result, there was no supernatural phenomenon in that place, and everything returned to normal, so he guessed that someone specialized in dealing with the supernatural event.

As for who it was, he didn't care.

Yang Jian nodded, and understood the purpose of sending the letter for the time being. The purpose of the post office is to let the courier investigate the supernatural events to deliver information, and the other purpose is to use the supernatural events to cultivate couriers who can control supernatural power.

Layers of messengers are layers of selection.

The selection work for the post office ended when the five-story courier left the post office after delivering three letters.

But since it is a selection, it must be an institution above the post office to receive and train these elite messengers.

But so far, according to the information Yang Jian has obtained from the headquarters, there is no such a special place.

"Is there a manager in the post office? I heard that the post office has a sixth floor. Go to the sixth floor and you can manage the post office and control the post office." Yang Jian asked again.

Yang Xiaodao: "There is indeed a manager in the post office. I have met him. His surname is Luo. We call him Old Man Luo. This person is very mysterious. He will only appear when every courier finishes delivering the third letter. , take us out of the post office, but this secret is unknown as a newcomer courier."

"Now, I think that old man Luo should be dead."

When it comes to the old man Luo, all the information is correct.

That was Luo Yong's grandfather, the manager of the post office. He died of falling from a building a year ago, and his body was sent to the hospital.

"He is indeed dead, and he has caused a lot of trouble outside. How did he die? He died of old age?" Yang Jian asked again.

"No, he was killed." A stranger said.

Yang Xiao also nodded and said: "Yes, he should be dead and killed, but we don't know whether he was killed by a man or a ghost, but judging from the situation, it should be the former more likely."

"If it wasn't for such a sudden death, it would be impossible for the post office to be without a controller."

Yang Jiandao: "There is a black letter on the fifth floor of the post office. Old man Luo was still alive at that time and controlled the ghost post office. Would he allow the black letter to stay in the post office without sending it out?"