And just when Yang Jian was about to take his hand back, something unusual happened again.
To be precise, something strange appeared in that oil painting.
I saw a terrifying black shadow appearing on the edge of the oil painting. The shadow looked like a person entering the dilapidated room in the oil painting.
The next second.
Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed.
He clearly felt that the hand he put into the oil painting felt something strange.
It seemed as if someone had suddenly caught him.
Yang Jian immediately looked in the direction of the oil painting.
Then he saw that the half-black figure that had just appeared in the oil painting stretched out a fuzzy black hand to cover his palm.
The most important thing is that Yang Jian could clearly feel that as the black figure came into contact with him, his body began to be pulled into the oil painting little by little.
But this was not the case where Yang Jian was pulled into the oil painting by the figure in the painting.
Instead, the oil painting was actively moving towards Yang Jian, as if it was trying to swallow him up.
"Is there a ghost in this painting?"
Yue Li on the side also noticed something unusual.
And he also saw Yang Jian's dilemma.
Yue Li immediately reached out and grabbed the oil painting that was approaching Yang Jian, and then shouted:
"roll!"
Although Yue Li did not have the ability to speak spells, and he did not use the deceptive ghost's supernatural powers just now, Yue Li inherited the countless abilities of the starving ghost.
But there are some supernatural powers related to sound.
Some of them even have certain death rules.
When Yue Li yelled and cursed just now, Yue Li used his supernatural ability, and it was a superimposition of multiple types of sounds.
Immediately afterwards, Yang Jian felt the hand that had been inserted into the oil painting loosen.
Then without any hesitation, he directly pulled it out of the oil painting.
The blurry black silhouette of the figure in the oil painting seemed to be attacked by the supernatural power in Yue Li's voice.
The figure swayed a little, became a little distorted, and blurred.
Immediately afterwards, the figure disappeared from the oil painting.
"I was careless, I should have used ghost hands just now." A cold light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.
He was holding a spear with his ghost hand just now because he was worried that something might happen in the hall on the fifth floor. After all, a ghost had attacked Room 507 before.
That's why he used ordinary palms to test oil paintings.
But he didn't expect that the oil painting that originally seemed to be in no danger would actually be in danger.
"Be careful. Every painting here cannot be underestimated. Even if it doesn't look unusual, there may be unknown evil spirits hidden in it."
After repelling the evil ghost, Yue Li reminded Yang Jian.
Then he reached out and took down the oil painting hanging on the wall.
The oil painting that Yang Jian couldn't remove just now was easily removed by Yue Li.
Yue Li looked at the oil painting in his hand.
He found that the glass bottle was still at the back of the dilapidated room.
The oil painting has also returned to its previous appearance.
Then Yue Li said to Yang Jian:
"This painting will be kept by me for now."
Yang Jian naturally had no objection to this.
Because he knows that if he wants to get the things in the oil painting, he must venture into it.
But there are dangers in oil painting.
However, judging from the situation just now, it seems that the ghost in the oil painting cannot escape from the oil painting.
This can be considered a good thing.
After seeing that Yang Jian had no objection, Yue Li casually put the oil painting into the ghost.
"Okay, let's continue patrolling."
After putting away the oil painting, Yue Li started wandering around the fifth floor casually again.
What Yue Li didn't know was how much impact it had on the outside world when he actually took the black letter out of Room 502.
As the black letter was taken out of the room, the fifth floor of the post office, which had been out of service for more than ten years, began to operate again.
The curse belonging to the post office also began to appear.
All over the country, strange paths leading to post offices suddenly appear.
Each of these paths represents a messenger without a building.
Although the mortality rate of post office couriers is very high, after a long period of accumulation, many fifth-floor couriers were born.
There were rumors in the post office that all the couriers on the fifth floor might have died.
But this is not actually the case.
It was only because the messenger who went up to the fifth floor later found that the fifth floor was empty and no one was there that he had this wrong perception.
In fact, it is because the messenger on the fifth floor no longer needs to deliver letters, so naturally there is no need to stay in the ghost post office.
Therefore, basically all of them chose to leave the post office and live in cities across the country, hiding their identities.
Now with the appearance of the black letter, it means that the mail delivery task will start again, so the ghost post office is back in operation.
And began to summon the courier on the fifth floor to return to the post office.
In an ordinary residential building in a certain community in a certain city.
A man in his forties, wearing pajamas and standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette, frowned deeply when he looked at the path that appeared:
"After such a long time, I didn't expect that the post office operations would start again. The thing I was most worried about before has indeed happened;
It seems that the black letter has been obtained by the new courier upstairs and taken out of room 502.
It's all because I haven't paid attention to the post office for too long. I thought that as long as I left the letters in that room and made arrangements, everything would be safe and I would be able to stay calm.
It seems that there is still no way to change the fate of the trustworthy people."
The man's face was full of emotion, regret, and disappointment.
At this moment, a cute child about ten years old suddenly ran over from the room behind him, took the man's hand, and said:
"Dad, mom told you not to smoke on the balcony and go back to sleep."
Hearing the child's voice, the man suddenly came back to his senses, and all the expression on his face suddenly disappeared, turning into a look of kindness.
The man rubbed his hairless forehead, then smiled and said to the child:
"Okay, okay, go and tell your mother that I will go to bed after I finish smoking this cigarette."
"Don't lie to people."
After saying this, the cute child ran away immediately.
Only the middle-aged man was left standing alone on the balcony.
Looking at the back of the child, the smile on the man's face disappeared little by little, and his expression began to turn gloomy.
I saw the middle-aged man flicking his finger and throwing the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him:
"No matter who it is, no matter whether it is good or bad, anyone who dares to touch the black letter should be killed. The curse of the messenger has ended and should not continue."
Although the man also knew that their original arrangement would not always be effective, it had been stable for so many years.
He is used to his current life and has a dear wife and lovely children.
Once the post office is up and running again, this will all be a thing of the past.
This is absolutely unacceptable to men.
If you want to avoid breaking up your current life, there is only one way, and that is to take back the black letter and put it into Room 502.
Restore the previous layout.
For this, he would do anything, even killing people.
Thinking of this, the expression on the man's face suddenly became murderous, and his eyes were very firm.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath, then turned and returned to the house.
At this time, the lights in the room flickered.
"Honey, I have something urgent and need to go out."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he put on his pajamas and slippers and walked out of the door.
