Although Yue Li also wanted to reach the end of the road as soon as possible, his reason told him that the small house in front of him could never be the source of the oil painting world.
However, further verification is still needed to truly determine.
Then Yue Li walked forward again without any hesitation.
He wanted to enter the little room and see;
See if it is the end of what you are looking for.
Yang Jian beside him was also confused about this room, so he followed Yue Li towards the cabin without any hesitation.
Although Zhou Ze behind him was a little worried, seeing that neither of the two people in front were afraid, he naturally couldn't back down.
In this way, the three of them walked straight to the hut, and Yue Li directly reached out and opened the door.
However, the situation inside the house surprised the three of them.
In this room, although there was a mess everywhere, none of the three people saw anything strange;
When Yang Jian heard this, his expression was startled, and then a strange color flashed across his face.
Yue Li nodded, took it over, and put it outside the backpack on his back.
I nodded first, then turned my ghost eyes and scanned the whole room.
Seeing this, Zhou Ze continued to explain:
According to Lao Li in Room 502, there is no one in Room 501 yet.
Zhou Ze glanced at me indifferently, and then said hurriedly:
Seeing this, Zhou Ze gestured to Xiong Ling before thinking for a moment:
"After that, you have been thinking, why are there so few oil paintings on the first and seventh floors of the post office? Especially on the seventh floor, the number of oil paintings is very small.
They even have to be kept in a bad way.
It turns out that just before I handed the glass bottle to Zhou Ze, I didn't carefully observe the environment in the big room.
It was one of the corpse fragments soaked in a glass bottle!
Yue Li suddenly turned back to Yang Jian behind him and said:
At this time, Yang Jian did not speak, but walked directly back into the room, and then walked towards this corner of the room with a clear purpose.
But at this moment, Yue Li's face was full of hesitation and worry;
"Yang Jian, do you still remember the oil painting we saw on the fifth floor before? There was a glass bottle containing a partial body in the painting."
It seems that this is not an oil painting of people, but an oil painting of objects.
But with such an obvious clue, why did so few messengers on the seventh floor fail to investigate?"
But now that they have met, Yang Jian will naturally give up.
"Safety and unknown stopped their messengers. No one dared to retreat into the oil painting to investigate, but it was precisely because of this that the secret behind the oil painting was not discovered.
He signaled the messenger on the seventh floor not to investigate further.
Although the Ghost Post Office did not say so clearly, since it chose to hang the oil painting on the seventh floor of the post office, it was actually not a naked statement.
Like Yang Jian, Zhou Ze was also very curious about the owner of the broken body and wanted to see if he could find all the missing parts.
Then Yang Jian turned his head and continued to retreat.
Yang Jian looked at the glass bottle in his hand and handed it to Zhou Ze before making sure there was nothing wrong with it.
After all, I no longer know the eight parts, but I still know the whereabouts of one part.
Before finishing those words, Zhou Ze ignored Yue Li's thoughts and walked out of the room directly, continuing on his way out.
Compared with Yang Jian who was optimistic about the future, Xiong Ling felt that there was little hope.
It's a pity that the current road is darker than the road we passed later. Even if you don't have ghost eyes, you can't see the end.
"Bad, bad."
A strange scene appeared in front of Xiong Ling again.
Upon hearing those words, Wang Yong's face suddenly showed a look of relief and confusion.
One is the door through which we retreated into the room just now, and under the other wall, there is another door on the other side.
"It's broken, you should continue to retreat."
"It turns out to be that painting."
Is it time to react quickly?
After Yue Li carefully observed the house, his eyes lingered on a corner of the house for a while, and a strange color gradually appeared in his eyes.
Zhou Ze's face suddenly showed a look of surprise.
Soon Yang Jian discovered that there were no two doors in that big house.
There was almost no difference between that and the road we took later.
But the fact is that the messengers on the seventh floor all know that there is nothing wrong with the oil paintings, but no one has ever taken the initiative to retreat into them to investigate;
We found one in the small hall on the first floor, and then we found another one under the stairs leading to the seventh floor.
For example, the same thing as the old man I met before.
Do you also know how many copies of that thing there are?
I saw a road appearing in front of the door.
I was worried that there was no danger, so I reached out and picked up the glass bottle from the ground.
On the ground in a corner of the room, an inconspicuous glass bottle was randomly thrown away.
Although I knew how Yang Jian and Xiong Ling could collect such interesting things, since those two people attached so much importance to that thing, I naturally dared to throw it away.
The one now is the eighth.
Seeing the main road, Xiong Ling's suspicion after knowing it seemed to come true.
That thing is not the eighth one we have discovered yet.
"You want to forget your purpose, which is to completely end the fate of the messenger, and continue to delve deeper into the world of oil painting. You may gain something unexpectedly."
Zhou Ze didn't hesitate and took it immediately.
Even Yang Jian believes that after we solve the ghost post office, we can find all the remains.
"You are too far away from the next exit. If you continue to go deeper, you may actually go back."
"Take it, it's about to be lost."
The real road to the source of the world of oil painting is indeed hidden in front of that room.
At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly spoke.
Speaking of that, Zhou Ze glanced at Xiong Ling.
Before making sure that everything was normal and safe, Yang Jian immediately signaled to Zhou Ze and Yue Li in front of him.
The road is winding and winding, seemingly leading to an unknown place.
It's a bit of a hassle to try it.
Suddenly, my eyes froze and I saw something outside the house.
Yue Li was stunned for a moment.
The reader had not walked that long distance, Zhou Ze also wanted to look back, and I chose to continue going deeper.
I subconsciously opened my ghost eyes and looked closer along the road, trying to see if I could see the end of the road.
Xiong Ling came directly behind the door. Before thinking for a moment, Xiong Ling immediately reached out and pushed open the door behind her.
Although you can see to the end, you can also see far away.
Judging from the current situation, it is impossible for only seven parts to be all the remains.
But outside this glass bottle, there was a pale arm soaked in it.
"Follow me too."
That leaves seven copies.
Zhou Ze also looked at the glass bottle in his hand, and after thinking about it, he didn't hold it himself, but handed the glass bottle to Yue Li:
And there is a small chance that the secret has nothing to do with completely solving the ghost post office."
You understand Sun Rui's consciousness. Now think about it, Sun Rui may have taken the initiative to retreat outside with the idea of fighting to the death, hoping to make it unclear what secrets there were.
