After Yang Jian saw that Yue Li had walked some distance away, he immediately stopped talking and walked out of the room.
In order to catch up with Yue Li, Yang Jian had to speed up his pace, because there was no danger on the road, so there was no need to waste time.
Zhou Ze looked at the backs of Yue Li and Yang Jian, a complicated expression flashed across his face;
After Yang Jian's explanation, Zhou Ze gradually came to his senses.
What if we turn around and go back now?
As long as the problem of ghost post offices is not solved, they will always be controlled by ghost post offices.
He didn't want to continue sending letters.
Because he knew that the end of that road was only death.
Perhaps continuing to investigate the world of oil painting in depth may be a way to survive.
Moreover, in this operation, he will only be an errand boy and has no choice.
At that moment, Yang Jian couldn't believe it anymore. Are we outside the real post office or the post office in the oil painting?
Is that the real ghost post office?
Thinking of this, Zhou Ze immediately followed Yang Jian's footsteps.
People who are in the middle of the situation can always solve the ghost post office.
If I had made that trip today, I would have discovered the secret forever.
When we finished walking a section again, in Yang Jian's ghostly eyes, we could see a new branch road, and there was only one ordinary main road.
This is a small building from the Republic of China period.
Besides, anyone with abnormal thinking can imagine that there is a small chance that the secret outside the post office is there.
When he was sure that the two of them had caught up with him, his speed increased again.
And through the crack in the door, Yang Jian vaguely saw the figure of the old man holding an ax and trying to chop Sun Hong.
Although nothing is unbelievable, what appeared in front of Sun Hong and others was indeed not a ghost post office.
Suddenly, Yang Jian discovered that there were no lights flashing near the road, and a building was looming in the dim environment.
Once you successfully retreat into the ghost post office in the oil painting, few things may be able to get a reasonable explanation.
Combined with the current situation, Yang Jian suddenly felt like he was trapped in a fog.
The two of them didn't speak, they just nodded heavily.
Doubt means solution and surprise.
In other words, the close scene is beyond the existence of the oil painting.
Thinking of that, Yang Jian immediately slowed down his retreat.
As he moved forward, Yue Li found that there were obviously fewer forks in the road under his feet.
From the inside, there is no difference at all.
The Ghost Post Office is a bureau.
Yang Jian and Sun Hong looked at each other at this time.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian and Zhou Ze's eyes suddenly turned cold as they looked at the post office door behind them.
But before he could see the appearance of the building clearly, Yang Jian's face showed a look of shock.
Yang Jian slowed down his pace a little, and said loudly to Yue Li, who was next to Zhou Ze, who was still in front of him.
"Isn't it true? It's actually a real ghost post office. Could it be that there are actually two ghost post offices?"
As the distance gets closer.
At the same time, I thought of what Sister Hong said later;
Just like that, several people walked back some distance again.
That means there is no one in the post office hall.
Sun Hong looked at the small post office door behind him and said loudly:
Moreover, through the peeping ghost eyes, Yang Jian vaguely saw that the ghost post office behind his eyes was exactly the same as the ghost post office we retreated to later.
Although my face was still pale, the lack of disordered steps on my feet showed that my mood was as intense as it looked.
"Now that we've reached that point, no matter what my situation is, just step back and take a look." Sun Hong took a deep breath and said hurriedly.
Upon hearing those words, Zhou Ze's expression suddenly changed.
Through the small door of the post office, Yang Jian vaguely saw that there were lights on outside the ghost post office, and the yellow lights illuminated the small hall on the first floor.
Naturally, Sun Hong would not have a bad attitude towards this old man who wanted to trick me one after another.
Or.
Very slowly, eight people came up to the small door of the ghost post office.
We never expected that the first source we found along the road turned out to be a ghost post office.
I was really shocked.
After all, it took us a long time to get to that point. It must be possible if we step back and take a look.
But in fact he still had reservations.
If Yang Jian were to determine whether he had hallucinations or was under supernatural influence, Yang Jian would have to believe that he had seen it wrong.
In order to catch up with the two people in front of him, Zhou Ze had to start jogging.
Probably not the source I'm looking for!
Yang Jian and Zhou Ze didn't speak either, they just moved silently at a speed similar to Yue Li's.
Before a slight pause, Sun Hong spoke again:
The steps on the feet also stopped;
"There's no one outside, but you can still be sure if it's really a person. But if you see this old guy holding an ax outside, be careful."
The lights are becoming more and more obvious, and can even be seen vaguely. The flashing lights are colorful neon lights.
Zhou Ze and Sun Hong were also surprised.
At least Yue Li thinks so.
Moreover, for Yang Jian, what I care about is the secret of the origin of the oil painting space. As for whether it is a ghost post office or another building outside, it makes no difference.
Zhou Ze warned Sun Hong beside him and immediately started running after him. I was also running at a very slow speed towards the ghost post office at the end of the road.
We didn't notice the fierce and sinister old man we met at the beginning along the way, so he was probably hiding at the end.
This made Yue Li more and more certain that they were getting closer and closer to the end of the world of oil painting.
That time, Yang Jian didn't push open the post office door rashly, but chose to observe it first.
"In supernatural events, nothing is possible. In fact, there is no need to be so panicked." Yang Jian glanced at Sun Hong.
And no one was moving.
Although my strength is weak, Yang Jian will forget the caution and care I should have.
"Follow me."
"Is that... a ghost post office?"
Although the appearance of the ghost post office made me unhappy, I soon regained my enthusiasm.
Although Yue Li was the first to leave the room, he was also walking at the front, and his speed was not slow.
Even the outline of the building, which was originally shadowy, gradually became turbid at this time.
There is a small chance that there will be another fight, so be careful.
After saying that, Yang Jian slowly moved towards the ghost post office again.
"Be careful, we are really going to the source that time."
There is actually a ghost post office in the oil painting space?
Although he didn't get close, Yang Jian was sure that I had never seen such a scene in the oil paintings in the post office.
This makes it even more likely that you will give up.
Those words were not only for Yue Li, but also for myself.
Sun Hong's face was filled with a simple look.
Although we all knew that the next action would be impossible, neither Sun Hong nor Zhou Ze, nor even Yue Li, had ever thought about entering.
As he walked forward, he also paid attention to the movements of Yang Jian and Zhou Ze behind him.
Our impression of the ghost post office is very unclear, so we naturally recognize that the building behind us is not a ghost post office.