Mysterious recovery: starting from the mysterious bus

Chapter 59 Zhang Xianguang (please subscribe)

Under Li Hui's gaze, four pieces of black letter paper fell from the ghost post office and fell to the ground not far from him.

The paper was dirty, old and black all over, and one could detect the abnormality at a glance.

Li Hui, who saw this scene, stepped forward and picked up the four pieces of black letter paper.

The moment he touched the letter paper, he felt a restless and cold aura lingering on it, as if it had been touched by a ghost, leaving some indescribable traces.

"Is it the kind of letter paper described in the original book?" Li Hui's eyes moved slightly. Although he had never seen this thing before, he knew the function of this black letter paper very well.

This is a consumable supernatural item.

If you are in the outside world, as long as you light this black letter paper, no matter where you are, even in other supernatural places, a road leading to the ghost post office will appear in front of you. It is very practical and can be used to a certain extent. Avoid other supernatural pursuits.

Similarly, if you light the black letter paper inside the post office, the path out of the ghost post office will also appear.

However, this letter paper also has certain limitations. Only the person who lights the letter paper can set foot on that road and enter and leave the ghost post office.

Other people, even those from the same team and camp, can’t do it.

But even so, it cannot deny the powerful role of the letter paper. It is a strange item that truly connects the ghost post office itself to the supernatural.

Li Hui remembered that in the original work, the ghost post office's supernatural power only failed in the ancient house where Zhang Dong was located, and the revealed road was wiped out by Zhang Dong. Apart from that, it did not fail in other places, at most it was blocked by Zhang Dong. Other supernatural beings invaded along the road.

Tatata!

Just as Li Hui was looking at the black letter paper, there was a sound of stiff and dull footsteps in the darkness.

The sound of footsteps came from upstairs. To be precise, it came from a wooden staircase. At some point, a staircase appeared inside the ghost post office.

This end of the stairs is the first floor of the post office where Li Hui is located, and the other end extends upward gracefully, submerged in the darkness, connecting to the second floor of the ghost post office, and even higher floors.

The stairs appeared very strange.

Even though Li Hui's haunted realm enveloped the vicinity, he still didn't notice when the stairs appeared, as if it had always been there, but only now.

now.

A tall figure could be vaguely seen walking down the stairs. The stiff and dull footsteps were made when it walked. Along with the footsteps was the creaking sound of the wooden stairs.

"Has the evil ghost wandered to this floor?"

Li Hui's face darkened slightly, and then he turned his head to look at the portraits hanging on the wall. After a brief thought, Li Hui walked straight towards one of the oil paintings.

What he chose was a portrait of a woman who looked about twenty-six or seventeen years old. She was sitting on a wooden bench with her face turned sideways, looking forward.

The background of the painting is a bluestone brick house with walls all made of bluestone. This kind of house is almost impossible to find in today's modern cities.

The woman in the painting is wearing clothes of an unknown era, and her eyes are looking in the direction of the door of the room.

The door was open, and the scene outside was pitch black. From Li Hui's perspective, it was impossible to see clearly the rest of the scene outside the bluestone brick house in the painting through the open door.

The first floor of the post office.

Following Li Hui's actions.

The paper dust that was constantly floating around him seemed to have found an outlet at this moment, and it all spread towards the portrait of the woman.

Followed by.

Something strange happened.

The dense paper dust actually floated directly into the portrait without any obstruction, as if the oil painting was a door with other spaces behind it.

The paper dust floating into the painting did not disappear, but appeared directly on the painting, as if the oil painting itself contained the dense paper dust.

Almost the moment the paper dust invaded the oil painting, the woman in the painting reacted. She stood up quickly and retreated backwards, as if she did not want to be touched by the floating paper dust.

However, the interior space of the bluestone brick house in the painting is not large, and the paper dust invaded very quickly. In just a moment, the woman in the painting was forced into a corner.

At this time, unless she gave up the bluestone brick house and escaped through the open door, she would definitely come into contact with the paper dust that was constantly falling in the room.

The woman in the painting did exactly that.

With no retreat inside the room, the woman's slightly panicked expression suddenly changed. The panic disappeared, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

It was a weird expression that couldn't be described in words. Normal people couldn't make that kind of facial expression at all. At this moment, the woman in the painting seemed to have turned into a fierce ghost, with an inexplicable weird feeling all over her body. .

at the same time.

The dense paper dust in the room stopped at this moment and did not continue to spread towards the place where the woman in the painting was.

An unknown supernatural force emerged, affecting the floating of the paper ashes, but this influence only lasted for a moment, and the paper ashes began to flutter again.

But this moment was enough.

The woman's figure disappeared directly inside the bluestone brick house and ran out through the open door.

Almost at the moment the woman in the painting ran out of the door, Li Hui's figure appeared in the bluestone brick house. He first looked at the environment in the room, then turned his head and looked behind him.

What appeared behind him was a portrait. The background of the painting was the lobby on the first floor of the Ghost Post Office. It was as if he was standing inside the portrait and looking at the scene outside the painting.

now.

In the lobby on the first floor of the Ghost Post Office, a terrifying figure walked past.

It was a skinny old man in a black gown and black cloth shoes.

The old man didn't seem to notice Li Hui in the oil painting. He just passed by him with his face sideways and walked straight towards the room deep in the corridor on the first floor. When he walked, his figure looked very stiff, giving people the impression that It was like a dead body crawling out of a coffin.

When the old man's figure completely disappeared from sight, Li Hui withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the ghost, and then looked calmly in the direction where the woman in the painting was fleeing.

He deliberately let the woman leave.

The internal environment among the portraits in the ghost post office is very complex. Not only do the undead like the woman in the painting live there, but there are also many evil ghosts.

So he chose to let the woman in the painting leave and let her lead the way to find the ghost post office in the oil painting.

Li Hui also thought about communicating with the woman at first, but when he thought that not all undead have the desire to survive, they might lead him into a pile of ghosts, so he finally chose this more effective way of questioning. Road' way.

My own appearance broke the peace of the oil painting's inner world, and the woman in the painting was obviously not my opponent.

Therefore, Li Hui guessed that the woman would definitely go to the ghost post office that existed in the oil painting to meet the other undead.

While thinking.

Seeing that the hastily escaping figure of the woman in the painting was about to disappear, Li Hui also started to take action. Under his control, the dense paper dust spread out in all directions, and then disappeared again.

This is not that his ghost realm has been affected and disappeared, but that Li Hui has modified the environment in his ghost realm. The paper dust does not really disappear, but no longer appears in sight.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hui's own figure disappeared from the place.

In the world of oil painting.

The woman was running fast. She seemed to have a clear destination. She didn't stop at all along the way, even when passing some forks in the road, she didn't hesitate, as if she had already planned the direction of travel in her heart.

Then what she didn't know was.

Not far behind her was another figure, but that figure was hidden in the deep ghost realm, and the strength of the spiritual power left by the woman at this moment was not enough to support her to find him.

At this time, she was just patronizing and running away.

There were many forks in the road along the way, and sometimes five or six forks appeared at the same time, but the woman did not stop at all. She was obviously very familiar with the terrain here.

After the woman ran for a while, her pace began to slow down. It wasn't that she was tired from running, but that she had already reached her destination.

I saw a tall building appeared in front of the woman. The building has five floors. The style is not modern, but the style of the Republic of China. It is hidden in the darkness, like a layer of fog, and you can only see To a rough outline, it is not very clear, like a mirage.

However, as the woman approached.

The building in the style of the Republic of China also began to become clearer.

The building is old, covered with moss, and the walls are black, giving off a cold atmosphere. There is a plaque hanging directly above the door, surrounded by a circle of neon lights.

Under the red and green lights, the writing on the plaque was clearly visible. It was the three characters "Ghost Post Office" written in traditional Chinese.

This is a post office that exists in the oil painting. It is no different in style from the ghost post office outside the oil painting.

The lights were still on inside the post office, and the yellow lights illuminated the lobby on the first floor. There seemed to be figures walking around inside.

The woman didn't care about it, and came to the door of the post office in the painting with ease, and then directly pushed open the wooden door in front of her.

"Crack~"

The sound of the door opening attracted the attention of those figures in the hall on the first floor, but after seeing the woman's appearance clearly, they turned their heads indifferently and no longer paid attention to this side.

Among the many figures, only a few noticed the abnormality in the woman, or everyone else noticed it, but didn't want to pay attention to it. After all, none of the people in the hall were simple.

"Fang Hong, what are you...?"

A voice of inquiry rang out.

A man in his early thirties walked out of the crowd. This man's hair was neatly combed and he was neatly dressed, but his appearance and dressing style were incompatible with modern times. They were at least several decades old.

The man's name is Zhang Xianguang, and he can be considered a very special one among the many powerful undead.

The reason why no one else made any move at this moment, and Zhang Xianguang was the only one who stepped forward to ask, was not because he was the most curious, nor was it because he liked to meddle in other people's business.

Mainly because Zhang Xianguang felt a very special supernatural aura in the woman named 'Fang Hong' in front of him, which was related to his decades of planning.

That is the ghost of a real ghost painting!

Then, before Fang Hong could respond, Zhang Xianguang's expression suddenly changed. He looked past Fang Hong's figure and looked directly outside the gate of the ghost post office.

At the same time, a young man standing deep in the hall of this ghost post office had the same reaction as Zhang Xianguang.

He looked to be in his early twenties, and his whole person exuded a calm and calm temperament, but there was an edge hidden in his eyes.

The other figures around were deliberately pulling away from this young man, as if he was some kind of scourge.

"Yang Xiao, what are you looking at..."

Someone around him noticed something unusual about the young man and planned to ask. However, before he could say anything, his expression changed and he looked outside the post office door.

It's not just him.

At this moment, everyone in the post office, including Fang Hong, seemed to feel something and looked at the scene outside the door.

I saw that the environment outside the post office had unknowingly changed at this time, turning into a gray one, with groups of things exuding a cold atmosphere falling from the sky.

That's paper dust.

There are so many of them, so densely packed that there is no end in sight at a glance. Covered by the endless paper dust, the whole world is left with only monotonous gray colors.

"Is this... the supernatural power of the lost oil painting?"

In the post office lobby, a figure was talking to himself, asking this question.

"This is indeed the ghost painting. The gray illusory world is the ghost realm of the ghost painting. There is no mistake!"

Someone responded immediately.

"So, the lost oil painting has returned to the ghost post office? Doesn't this mean that we all have the opportunity to go to the real world?"

Some people have also raised such questions.

As these words fell, the environment in the hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone realized this and felt that it was possible for them to escape from this ghost place and enter the real world.

"Fang Hong, do you know something?" At this time, someone asked the woman in front of the crowd.

"Yes, the environment outside has changed since you came in. You must know what's going on, right?"

Someone also spoke in agreement.

They all noticed Fang Hong's abnormality before. After all, Fang Hong's aura was unstable at that time and her face was slightly panicked. She might have experienced something.

It's just that everyone at that time was not interested in what happened to Fang Hong, so they ignored her as if nothing happened.

But it's different now.

Fang Hong was suspected of having something to do with the supernatural appearance of ghost paintings. Under this situation, most people present could not sit still. Although others did not ask, the eyes on Fang Hong had foreshadowed it. It's clear.

However, Fang Hong hadn't waited for Fang Hong to respond.

The scene outside the post office changes again.

In that gray illusory world, a figure appeared. It was a handsome young man, suspended in mid-air without anything under his feet, violating the rules of gravity.

Around the young man's body, dense paper ashes floated, as if he was the source of this gloomy world.

Followed by.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The young man took action.

His body was suspended in mid-air, and he walked towards the ghost post office step by step. Every step he took could cover a considerable distance, just like teleporting.

In the eyes of ordinary people outside, this ability is like a god, but in the eyes of people like them, it is easy to understand.

"Who is he?"

"Isn't the source of the ghost paintings a female ghost?"

Someone in the crowd who saw this scene raised questions.

But his question went unanswered.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Li Hui in mid-air. There were special emotions in his eyes, some were surprised, some were shocked, some were puzzled, and some had bad intentions.

corresponding.

Li Hui was also looking at the scene inside the ghost post office.

There were all kinds of people gathered inside, including men and women, old and young, and they were dressed in different styles. Some of them seemed to have spanned more than ten years, or even decades. There are obvious contemporary differences in clothing styles.