After Yang Jian asked, the lobby on the first floor of the post office remained quiet, as if no one heard what he said.
Just when this silence lasted for who knows how long, under the deathly calm, a voice came out:
"It's been so many years, but I didn't expect that a messenger would finally take the initiative to set foot in this place."
Someone spoke, breaking the dead silence;
For a moment, whether it was these strange beings in the hall, or Yue Li, Yang Jian, and Zhou Ze, they all looked towards the direction where the voice came from.
It was a man who looked to be in his early thirties;
This man's hair was neatly combed and he was neatly dressed, but his appearance and dressing style were incompatible with modern times. He looked like a person from at least a few decades ago.
"who are you?"
This man was also looking at Yue Li and the others at this time. His eyes were turning, numb and dull, like a ghost.
Looking at the man who took the initiative to speak, a strange color flashed in Yue Li's eyes.
Although there was no evidence and he had never fought with this man, Yue Li's instinct reminded him.
The man who spoke was not simple;
Very simple.
Yue Li did not answer the man's question, but looked at the man silently for a while, and then slowly said:
"Before asking others, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"
The man didn't seem to expect that Yue Li would say this, so he paused for a moment;
After a period of silence, the man finally spoke:
"I am Zhang Xianguang, a dead person."
Upon hearing this, a light flashed in Yue Li's eyes.
Although he didn't know why, Yue Li subconsciously felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this person.
It's like there is another face hidden under the current face.
However, these are just the thoughts in Yue Li's mind, and he cannot say them out yet. Besides, there is no evidence. Even if he says it out, no one will believe it.
Now that Zhang Xianguang had taken the initiative to introduce himself, Yue Li did not remain silent and introduced himself in the same way:
"I am Li Yue, and this person next to me is Yang Jian, who is still alive."
"You can see it."
After hearing this, the man who claimed to be Zhang Xianguang nodded slightly, then looked at Yue Li and Yang Jian, and continued:
"Do you know where this place is?"
"The ghost post office in the oil painting!" Yue Li didn't need to answer this time, Yang Jian beside him had already answered.
Zhang Xianguang nodded first, then his face became a little ugly and said:
"Not only that, this place is also a supernatural prison that imprisons us, non-human beings and ghosts, making it impossible for us to leave, and no living person dares to set foot in it."
captivity?
Hearing this adjective, Yue Li and Yang Jian's faces suddenly showed strange expressions.
Sure enough, there is indeed something wrong with the post office in the oil painting.
It’s just a specific issue that needs further exploration.
Yue Li glanced at the people in the hall and said in a somewhat inexplicable tone:
“I once heard someone say that the oil paintings of people in the post office are all self-portraits that left the post office after delivering three letters and were left behind in the post office.
In other words, you should, or more accurately, should have been the messengers on the fifth floor.
But what I didn't expect was that the people in the oil paintings also had independent consciousness."
"It seems that you already know something about our affairs, so you don't have to explain it to me." There was a hint of surprise on Zhang Xianguang's face.
I originally thought that Yue Li and the others who broke into this place were novices who knew nothing, but now it seems that these people seem to know something.
So many things are simpler to explain;
Although Yang Jian was also listening to the conversation between Yue Li and Zhang Xianguang at this time, his eyes couldn't help but move among the crowd.
Since the people here are all characters in oil paintings, there will be a familiar person here.
That's his father.
Yang Xiaotian!
Previously on the fifth floor, Yang Jian had seen oil paintings of his father and cousin on the wall, which indicated that they were probably also in this supernatural world at this time.
Unfortunately, Yang Jian looked around but did not find Yang Xiaotian.
I don't know if Yang Xiaotian is not here, or if he doesn't exist in this special oil painting space at all.
And that Zhang Xianguang was still continuing to tell;
"As you know, we are indeed all portraits of couriers who chose to leave the post office after completing the task of delivering letters on the fifth floor.
In real terms, we have left the post office, but in the portrait, we are always fixed at the moment we left the post office after delivering the last letter.
And there’s never any way out of the post office.”
Yue Li could clearly see that when Zhang Xianguang said this, the expressions on the faces of most of the people in the hall became a little gloomy.
At this moment, another person's expression suddenly changed and he spoke:
"For those of us, this is actually a curse that we can never get rid of. To endure this curse is like falling into hell, just to wait for a result."
"Resurrection?" When Yang Jian heard this, he didn't care about looking for Yang Xiaotian, his eyes moved slightly, and then he said immediately.
resurrection!
When I heard this word, the atmosphere in the hall changed instantly.
"That's right, it's resurrection." At this time, another person took over and said:
"After the messenger on the fifth floor delivers the last letter, you can choose to let a person here walk out of the world of oil painting and be completely resurrected;
But as a price, the messenger who makes the choice will lose the opportunity to leave the post office and will return to the first floor to start the letter delivery task again;
Over and over again, endlessly.”
When he said these words, the man's expression became gloomy.
At this time, Zhang Xianguang continued:
"But no one is willing to waste the opportunity to resurrect an insignificant person, so we are destined to have no way to escape and can only be trapped here forever."
Through the words of these people, Yue Li combined the information he had learned before and immediately saw the situation in front of him clearly;
"So you people are actually relying on the consciousness of supernatural beings, but because no one is willing to pay that price to resurrect you;
Therefore, you cannot return to reality and can only be stored in a supernatural place. When the ghost post office completely disappears, you will also disappear."
Although everyone in the hall did not respond to Yue Li's judgment;
But sometimes, silence itself is already an answer.
At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly said curiously:
"So, doesn't it mean that from the establishment of the Ghost Post Office to the present, all the messengers who left the fifth floor have left backups here?"
"Backup? It's an interesting description, but it's quite appropriate." Zhang Xianguang nodded first, then shook his head and said;
"Actually, not all people can exist here. Some people will also disappear, just like he is about to disappear..."
Zhang Xianguang glanced at the old man with fierce eyes who was kicked away by Yue Li just now.