The moment Yue Li, Yang Jian, Ding Hui, and Li Yang entered the hall on the fifth floor, the old wooden door behind them suddenly slammed shut.
The moment the wooden door closed, the yellow lights around the hall on the fifth floor suddenly flickered;
Yue Li and Yang Jian, who were the strongest, immediately felt something was wrong.
An indescribable supernatural force interfered with everything around them, affecting both people's perceptions.
Even Yue Li felt that his consciousness was blurred at this moment.
However, this influence disappears as quickly as it comes.
Just a moment later, everything became normal again, even the surrounding lights stopped flickering, and the strong supernatural interference disappeared.
It was as if everything just now was an illusion.
But with the strength of Yue Li and Yang Jian, how could an illusion occur quietly?
Yue Li frowned, then glanced at Yang Jian next to him;
It makes people feel uncomfortable.
There are no women or men in the portrait, no old people or young people, no handsome men and no kind-faced people. They all have the same appearance and expression.
Although it happened in an instant, they were all sure that he had indeed suffered some kind of supernatural interference just now.
Although Yang Jian was not as deep as Ye Jiang thought, he still had some guesses about the seventh floor.
That would also explain why the paintings outside and the ghost paintings are consistent in every aspect.
But as Ye Jiang looked at each other, my expression finally became a little brighter involuntarily, and there was even a trace of solemnity in my eyes.
Seeing this, Ye Jiang immediately smiled and walked towards a wall of the small hall.
On the contrary, it will make people feel that the ghost paintings do not belong there originally.
I just noticed that there seemed to be nothing under that wall.
I smelled a strange smell.
It was obviously possible that it was drawn out of thin air, but could only be drawn with reference to real people.
"Since you've come, make peace with it. Since you can't leave for the time being, and you don't have enough time yet, you can't go up to the seventh floor to see if there's anything outside."
Even if it seems that we are in a ghost post office at this time, in reality it is certain.
Of course, those are just Li Yue's guesses for the time being. The exact truth cannot be determined until the secret of the post office is completely solved.
Because the essence of the place called the seventh floor is actually a Yueli space, or even a close Yueli place.
It was as if they suddenly entered a deeper supernatural space, the seventh floor in the true sense.
Obviously, all the oil paintings on the first and seventh floors of the Ghost Post Office should have been painted by one person.
After Yang Jian finished speaking, he kissed her again and started walking around the small hall.
There are so many portraits, each one is so lifelike, but the temperament and style are exactly the same.
Although the supernatural strength ratio is lower than that of Ye Jiang and Yang Jian, they are also ghost controllers with the wrong strength.
I also saw the oil paintings under the walls.
As for these figure paintings, they are even simpler;
As a top ghost controller, Yang Jian, who was born to eat Yue Li's rice bowl, naturally discovered the problems with those oil paintings very slowly.
The answer is obvious.
"It seems that this fifth floor is really special. Not only is it not easy to get up, but it seems that it is not that easy to leave now."
"Hey, there are no oil paintings there!"
Of course, there is another possibility, which is that the person who painted the ghost post office painted the original ghost painting inside.
Looking at the paintings in front of him, Ding Hui suddenly recalled that there were no oil paintings in the small hall on the first floor of the post office, and the style was the same as that outside.
Ding Hui discovered that the old and new portraits outside were the same. In other words, they were not made at the same time.
The painting style and style of the ghost paintings are exactly the same as the paintings on the wall. Moreover, the ghost paintings are also portraits of people, so if they are hung outside, they will look awkward at all.
"Who left so few paintings outside? What is the purpose of doing so? What secrets are hidden in those paintings?"
But looking back now, they found that this interference did not seem to be personal, but to the surrounding environment.
For a moment, Ding Hui, Yang Jian, Ling Yi, and Li Yang all stood behind the wall, looking at the oil paintings under the wall, their expressions became serious.
But the crux of the problem lies outside.
Yang Jian's face suddenly darkened.
Although the content is the same, the style is slightly the same, all white, dark, and depressing...
Or should we say that the seventh floor of the post office is just a name, it cannot be called the seventh floor, nor can it be called by my name.
While Ding Hui was deep in thought, Yang Jian also walked over.
Yang Jian suddenly approached a portrait, stretched out his hand to touch it, and then put it under his nose and smelled it.
Although Yang Jian has not finished speaking, Ding Hui knows what Yang Jian means, which is to say that the ghost painting inside is from the ghost post office.
This does not mean that no one painted in the Ghost Post Office, and the person who painted the painting spanned a long time, even as long as a hundred years.
The stairs that Ding Hui and we walked through one after another are a road connecting the land of Yue Li.
With rich experience, I can naturally tell that those paintings are right.
That's something special people can do.
There seemed to be a special meaning hidden in his tone.
I have a vague intuition that neither the paintings on the first floor nor the paintings behind my eyes are as complicated as they seem.
It wasn't until he got closer that Ding Hui discovered that there were oil paintings hanging all over the wall.
Among the oil paintings outside, there are not many landscape paintings, and a small number of them are portraits.
It's even possible that it's not a painting missing from the seventh floor of the post office.
The clothing style of some of the portraits looks like that of the 1940s, some of them look like modern styles, and some of them are still a little bit older or even older. They are wearing small jackets, which should be the attire of the Republic of China...
"Those paintings look very unusual. They give people a very peaceful feeling. They seem to involve some Yue Li power." Ye Jiang also walked over at this time.
Before hearing those words, Ye Jiang and Li Yang in front of them thought that what Ding Hui meant was that the wooden door just now was closed and it would be difficult to leave.
When Ding Hui looked at these landscape paintings, a strange color suddenly flashed in his eyes;
It's just that with his supernatural knowledge, he is still a top ghost controller, so he can make accurate judgments.
Yue Li said meaningfully.
In addition, the clothing and decoration of the characters in the portraits are also very different.
Yang Jian looked back at Ding Hui in front of him and said seriously:
It obviously looks like a friendly landscape painting, but if you look closely, you will definitely find that there is an eerie and eerie feeling in the painting.
"The oil paintings outside have the same smell as the ghost paintings..."
For a moment, Ye Jiang's heart was filled with doubts and solutions.
Ding Hui glanced at the paintings hanging on the wall again, imagining in his mind that if the ghost paintings were hung outside, would they look awkward?
last second.
But compared to that explanation, both Ding Hui and Yang Jian tended to believe that the ghost paintings that had a huge impact on the real world did not spread from the ghost post office.