"You can't do anything, at least I won't agree to it." However, at this moment, a voice came out, and the voice was low and had a somewhat threatening tone.

Those who joined forces stopped in their tracks.

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

Deep in the lobby of the post office, a man walked slowly. He was very young, probably in his early twenties. However, what was surprising was that this man's appearance was somewhat similar to Yang Jian, but his temperament was slightly different.

Just different.

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

"Did you show up?"

Yang Jian looked at that person with a concentrated expression.

"You all have the surname Yang. I see... I should have thought of it a long time ago." Zhang Xianguang said.

"It's really an interesting scene for a son to inherit his father's legacy. How many years have passed outside, are the younger generations already so outstanding? They dare to set foot in this place at a young age."

Many people have already associated the truth of the matter through his name and appearance.

"If you do it, I will make it impossible for you to escape." The young man said coldly at this moment: "You haven't had nightmares for a long time, right? Do you want to give it a try?"

"We long to be forgotten and seek relief. Death is nothing to us." Someone said.

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

The rest of the people fell silent.

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

Because the man in front of me is nicknamed Nightmare Yang Xiao.

Even in the world in the oil painting, he still possesses a certain amount of supernatural power that he had during his lifetime.

This young man came over. He seemed to be very threatening and had an extraordinary status among this group of people who were neither human nor ghosts. At this moment, no one dared to say anything more and just watched this scene happen.

soon.

He came to the door and faced Yang Jian.

Two people with similar looks spanned more than ten years and officially met for the first time with the help of supernatural powers.

"He is right. If you are looking for answers, you will definitely appear here." He said, "But this should be the first time we meet. 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 heaven.

Since this is a post office, it's not surprising that few people use their real names to represent themselves.

"Yang Jian." He stretched out his hand.

A smile appeared on Yang Xiao's lips, and the two shook hands, knowing each other's identity clearly.

One is his son more than ten years in the future, and the other is his father more than ten years ago.

The supernatural created this incredible scene.

"Zhang Xianguang is right, this is an endless hell, that's why you showed up." Yang Xiao said this: "Your name means the end of everything. I hope you won't hate it."

"This is how my name came about." Yang Jian looked slightly moved and said, "Fortunately, I wasn't named Yang Wei. I'm not very suitable to be a great man."

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

Yang Jian said: "Do my words work?"

"As long as my words work, if they don't obey, just let them daydream." Yang Xiaodao.

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

"You know everything you need to know." Yang Xiao nodded and said, "Come in and sit down. There are some things that we really should talk about."

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

Zhang Xianguang said: "The situation has changed. It seems that he is right. There is no way for you to escape."
Chapter completed!