Mysterious recovery: starting from the mysterious bus

Chapter 60 Why do you want to weigh me? (Please subscribe)

"He is not a ghost. He has obvious characteristics of a living person. He is a ghost controller. He should have controlled the supernatural power of the oil painting. It seems that he is an extraordinary young man."

Standing deep in the lobby on the first floor of the post office, Yang Xiao looked surprised and sighed.

His words were like a senior praising an outstanding junior, but these words came out of his mouth with a strong sense of violation.

It's not that there is something wrong with his tone, but that Yang Xiao's appearance is too young, he looks like he is in his early twenties. Judging from his appearance, he is not much different from Li Hui's age.

"really."

At this time.

Zhang Xianguang on the other side also spoke, and he said: "How many years have passed, but I didn't expect that a living person would finally take the initiative to set foot in this place, and he was still able to control the ghost paintings, as if it was specially arranged by God."

"And using such a large range of ghost domain abilities, his own condition is surprisingly good, and there is no sign of spiritual erosion at all. It seems that the problem of ghost recovery has been initially solved. He is indeed a remarkable young man!"

It seemed that he was also praising Li Hui.

But no one noticed that when Zhang Xianguang mentioned the words "Ghost Painting and Supernatural", something strange flashed in his eyes, but he concealed it very well, and no one noticed it.

Even Li Hui, who had been observing everyone's reactions, didn't notice it himself.

At this time, he was very close to the post office in the painting. The flashing neon lights around the plaque were clearly visible, and the scene in the post office hall also came into view.

A total of more than thirty figures gathered in the hall.

Among them are young men in casual clothes, women in floral skirts, and middle-aged people in formal clothes, but the clothes on them are not the styles that are popular now, they are more than ten years ago, or even decades ago. previous clothing style.

The appearance of those people looked very strange, and they exuded a kind of coldness. Compared with normal living people, they looked more like ghosts standing in a ghost post office.

At this moment, Li Hui was looking at the figures. Similarly, the people standing in the lobby on the first floor of the post office were also looking at Li Hui. The scene suddenly became a little strange.

"A ghost master who has mastered ghost paintings and supernatural powers..."

Here.

After hearing the comments from Yang Xiao and Zhang Xianguang, the expressions of many people in the hall began to become subtle at this moment.

They have been living in this dark place for a long time. If they want to go to the real world outside, the only way is through ghost paintings and supernatural beings.

But the ghost painting has long been lost.

With its terrifying level, I'm afraid not many ghost controllers can bring it back, and those who have the ability to restrict ghost paintings will basically not be involved in the ghost post office incident.

So this is a dead end in everyone's eyes.

Originally, they had no idea about leaving the Ghost Post Office, but they didn't expect that a young ghost controller suddenly appeared at this moment, and what he controlled was the supernatural power of ghost paintings.

this moment.

Everyone's minds became active again.

Some people even had a strange thought in their hearts, their expressions became colder, and there seemed to be murderous intent in their eyes.

And all this fell into Li Hui's eyes.

It can even be said that he had foreseen this result before he entered the oil painting. In the painting, the undead were trapped in the ghost land for a long time, and most of them had distorted personalities and their spirits were on the verge of collapse.

To them, the self who has mastered the supernatural power of ghost painting is like a bright light that lights up in the endless darkness. No matter how violent those undead are, Li Hui will not be surprised.

While thinking.

Li Hui arrived at the gate of the Ghost Post Office.

He didn't choose to go in, but just stood outside the gate, looking at each other with the many undead in the house. For a moment, neither of the two sides spoke first, and the surrounding atmosphere instantly froze to the extreme.

This is the distance he calculated.

If he fails to reach an agreement later, even if the undead in the room attack in groups, he will have enough reaction time to avoid being too passive.

Li Hui never underestimated anyone.

None of the messengers who can deliver all the letters on the five floors of the ghost post office and escape from the ghost post office are simple people. Even if the undead in front of them are not themselves, they still retain some supernatural power.

More than thirty undead can easily kill a top ghost controller by joining forces, not to mention that among these figures there are undead who are not weaker than those captain-level ghost controllers in the middle and later stages of the original work.

If he really took action, Li Hui felt that he might not be able to get anything good.

.........

"Young man, who are you and what is the purpose of coming here?"

After a while.

A middle-aged man's voice sounded, breaking the deadly silence around him.

"Who are you?" Li Hui focused his eyes on the speaker.

What caught his eye was a middle-aged man about thirty years old, with neatly combed hair and neat clothes, but his appearance and dressing style were incompatible with modern times.

Hearing Li Hui's rhetorical question, the middle-aged man was silent for two seconds, and then said in a heavy tone: "My name is Zhang Xianguang, and I am a dead person."

Ok?

Is this person Zhang Xianguang?

Hearing this, Li Hui's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't show it. He just glanced at Zhang Xianguang a few times, wrote down his appearance, and secretly made a note of it in his heart.

"What, you know me?"

Zhang Xianguang's perception is surprisingly powerful.

Although there was no abnormal expression on Li Hui's face, he immediately noticed something was wrong and immediately asked.

"do not know."

Li Hui shook his head, then glanced at everyone standing in the lobby on the first floor of the post office, and said straight to the point:

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Hui. Of course, this is not important. The name is just a code name. The purpose of my coming here is the most important."

"I have a certain understanding of your existence and status. I can only move in the world of oil paintings. I guess you should also have some understanding of the supernatural abilities I control."

"The spirit of ghost painting can free you from this spiritual place that has been trapped for a long time, so that you can move in the real world."

"..."

There were not so many twists and turns, and there was no step-by-step process. Li Hui went straight to the point, explained his purpose frankly and honestly.

These undead in front of him can be said to be "human beings", and they have lived for an unknown number of years. Li Hui thinks that they are not their opponents in terms of playing tricks and improving their minds.

seriously.

If Li Hui was allowed to enter the ghost post office as an ordinary person, without the help of Goldfinger, he would not have the slightest confidence in being able to deliver the letter and escape from the ghost post office.

From this point of view, Li Hui can know the gap between himself and these people.

But Li Hui's advantage is unmatched by others in the world. In addition to knowing the general direction of the future, he also has a mobile phone tattoo that can be called a 'plug-in'.

Here.

Li Hui continued: "Your strength is not weak. Now supernatural events are gradually breaking out in the outside world, so..."

Then before Li Hui finished speaking, he was interrupted by a woman's voice.

It was the woman named Fang Hong who interrupted him, and she said: "So you want to take us as your subordinates, right?"

"You are right. We do need the supernatural powers of ghost paintings to leave the ghost post office and go to the real world. But besides choosing to be your subordinate or cooperate with you, I have a better way to choose."

"In what way?" Li Hui stared at the woman in front of him expressionlessly, exuding a dangerous aura. The paper dust in the sky seemed to be floating faster at this moment, and the surrounding environment became darker. Come down.

However, Fang Hong seemed not to notice the changes in the surrounding environment at all, and continued to say: "Then I will kill you!"

When she said this, Fang Hong's face was extremely calm, without showing any unnecessary emotions. It was as if she was saying an ordinary greeting. Her whole person seemed very indifferent. Killing was said in her mouth as if it was another word. Why is it such an ordinary thing?

"If you want to kill me, is it just you?"

Hearing this, Li Hui was not angry. He just glanced at Fang Hong with no emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"I am indeed no match for you."

Fang Hong admitted without hesitation, and then continued: "But what if we add them?"

"Instead of being your subordinate, it would be better to kill you and let us control the ghost paintings ourselves. Do you think this option would be better?"

This seemed to be a question to Li Hui, but in fact it was to other people in the lobby on the first floor of the post office.

After hearing what Fang Hong said, many people in the hall did show expressions of excitement, because what Fang Hong said was roughly the same as what they were thinking.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Do it!"

suddenly.

Fang Hong's expression changed and she shouted loudly.

at the same time.

In the darkness behind the ghost post office door, an old figure appeared strangely. He held an ax in his hand. The ax looked like one used in rural areas to chop firewood. The ax head was red and the ax handle was black. The color of the ax was red. It formed a clear contrast and was particularly eye-catching.

The blood-red ax blade struck Li Hui's head, as if it was going to split his head in half.

Not only that.

A figure appeared on the other side of the gate of the post office. It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman. Her expression was indifferent, her eyes were cold, and she was surrounded by a dead air.

The woman just took a step forward, and an unknown supernatural curse appeared, covering Li Hui's body, as if she wanted to control Li Hui's actions so that the old man's ax could hit him smoothly.

obviously.

This was a coordinated attack that several people had secretly discussed long ago.

Fang Hong's previous conversation with Li Hui was a trap, mainly to cooperate with the actions of others, hoping to kill Li Hui directly here in an instant.

"Can it be successful?"

Under everyone's gaze, the blood-red ax struck quickly, and finally, it struck directly into Li Hui's head.

"wrong!"

"This is an illusion reflected in the ghost world. The real Li Hui is not standing outside the gate. Damn it, this is a trap!"

As the owner of the axe, the expression of the old man changed drastically. He realized something was wrong. The ax in his hand did not feel like it hit the real thing. When he sensed something was wrong, he immediately wanted to retreat.

But in the next moment.

A young man's voice suddenly sounded in the old man's ears.

"Old man, don't you think it's too late to think about retreating now?"

"Death!" The old man was very decisive. He immediately changed direction and swung his ax to strike hard at the place where the sound came from.

It was hard to believe that an old man of his age could have such reaction speed and strength. The blood-red ax swung in his hand as if it were nothing.

However, the old man's reaction speed was fast, and Li Hui, who was already prepared, moved even faster.

pat!

His palm directly grasped the old man's wrist holding the axe, and a powerful supernatural power emerged, which not only withstood the attack, but also suppressed the old man's own supernatural power, making him freeze in place.

In a sense, these undead souls in the painting are the products of supernatural beings, and the ability of the bus driven by Li Hui happened to restrain the supernatural, so the old man fell silent instantly.

puff~

next moment.

Li Hui used strong force on his hand and tore off the old man's arm holding the axe. Then he kicked the old man's mutilated body away.

Then Li Hui's figure suddenly appeared next to the middle-aged woman, and he also kicked the woman.

boom!

The huge force caused the middle-aged woman's breasts to collapse, and the scene inside could be clearly seen through her clothes.

Under the clothes is not a body of flesh and blood, but something like wood, and it seems to be carved, without any activity, lifeless, giving people a very strange feeling.

After doing all this, Li Hui didn't stop.

He teleported to Fang Hong, who was about to escape into the crowd. Then, under the gaze of others in the hall, he raised his hand and slapped Fang Hong hard on the face.

Under the influence of the supernatural power of the bus, Fang Hong herself also fell into silence, her face was deformed by the blow, her body flew backwards, and fell on the ground outside the gate of the post office without any reaction, as if Like a cold corpse.

"I thought the first wave of attacks would attract some ruthless characters, but I didn't expect the three of you to be used as cannon fodder to test the truth."

Li Hui shook his head.

Without hesitation, he directly stated that he was fishing before.

Li Hui was prepared from the very beginning. He knew that these undead would not be able to obey him obediently, so he had already made preparations to subdue them.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to choose to cooperate with me, or are you going to kill me here like the three people just now, and then you can control the ghost paintings by yourself?"

Li Hui looked at the other people in the hall and asked.

At this moment, facing more than thirty undead with supernatural powers, Li Hui did not show any stage fright. He was very confident when he spoke. He was obviously confident in his own strength and believed that he would win in the end.

"Hunter, you are indeed very powerful. It seems that in addition to the ghost paintings, you also control other powerful supernatural abilities. But if you think you can defeat us just like this, then you are totally wrong. "

At this moment.

A man's voice came from deep in the hall, and then a man who looked about fifty or sixty years old came out with a hunched body.

He was wearing clothes from the 1950s and 1960s. They were gray and shabby and full of patches, but they were washed clean and gave people a very simple feeling all day long.

"So you are planning to choose the second option?" Li Hui's eyes were cold and he was ready to take action at any time.

"No."

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head, then changed his tone and continued: "If you want us to convince you, the ability you just showed is not enough."

"Since you want to accept us as your subordinates, then I don't think it's better than this. We all work together. As long as you can withstand our attack, then we will listen to you in the future."

What he said seems to make sense, after all, in the supernatural circle, it is true that the strong have the right to speak, and the weak only have the ability to obey and mobilize.

But if you think about it carefully, it can be said that there is a hidden evil intention.

The so-called resisting their attack means letting him challenge them all alone, and he is still passive. When the time comes, if Li Hui shows a little bit of weakness, then he believes what will be the final direction of this trial. It's hard to say.

Therefore, Li Hui did not intend to accept it.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I don't want to.

Once you agree to it, you will be forced from the active party to the passive party in an instant.

This is not what he wants.

So Li Hui said:

"Just because you want to weigh me?"

"let……"

The company is busy lately and I work overtime every day. I have to get up at seven in the morning, go to work at eight, and work until seven in the evening. Then I have time to type. In the meantime, I have to take a shower, wash clothes, have dinner, etc., so the update is a bit slow. Pull your hips, otherwise I would definitely update thousands of words every day, but now I can only maintain a minimum of four to five thousand words a day, crying to death ~ woo woo hoo ~