Yang Jian is now standing in front of the post office in this oil painting.
The door opened, and there were many people of all kinds gathered in the lobby on the first floor. Their clothes seemed to have spanned several years, more than ten years, or even decades. They were all different, and they didn't seem to be alive.
People generally have a strange look in their eyes.
But these people are not evil ghosts, because Yang Jian also read surprise and astonishment in some of their eyes.
Real evil ghosts will not have these emotions of living people.
Yang Jian stared at them, and these strange people also stared at Yang Jian. The scene fell into a deathly silence. Zhou Ze, who followed next to him, was also stunned on the spot, with a bit of shock on his face.
color.
Why.
Why is there a ghost post office in the world in the oil painting?
Why are there so many weird people hiding in this ghost post office?
at the same time.
The old man who had the ax taken away by Yang Jian and kicked him out was struggling to stand up again. He seemed to feel no pain. It didn't matter if he lost an arm. There was a kind of hatred on his sinister and black face.
and angry, seeming to want to stand up and take action again.
But he was stopped by another person next to him with his hand, not wanting him to continue.
"If I am not mistaken, these are all couriers who have delivered three letters on the fifth floor of the post office. Although some do not appear in the oil painting, their identities are not difficult to guess."
Yang Jian thought to himself, and at the same time felt an inexplicable chill.
With so many people gathered together, what exactly is the ghost post office going to do?
And are these people really human?
"Who are you? Can you speak?" Yang Jian looked solemn and asked directly.
But after he finished speaking, the lobby on the first floor of the post office remained quiet, as if no one heard what he said, or maybe it was because this place itself was in a supernatural world and no living people had stepped in, so two living people suddenly left.
Coming in made these people a little uncomfortable and even unable to accept it.
"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."
However, under the deathly calm, a voice emerged.
In the hall on the first floor, everyone looked in the direction from which the voice came.
The speaker was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. This man's hair was neatly combed and he was neatly dressed. However, his appearance and dressing style were incompatible with modern times. They were at least several decades old.
"Who are you?" The man's eyes turned, numb and dull, like a ghost.
"Who are you?" Yang Jian looked at him and asked.
The man paused for a while, seemingly silent, and then said: "I am Zhang Xianguang, a dead person."
"Yang Jian, a person who is still alive."
"You can tell." The man who claimed to be Zhang Xianguang nodded slightly and said, "Do you know where this place is?"
"The ghost post office in the oil painting?" Yang Jian said directly.
Zhang Xianguang said: "This is a supernatural prison, where we are imprisoned, neither humans nor ghosts. Living people dare not set foot in it."
"You should all be couriers on the fifth floor, and according to my inference, you have all delivered three letters and left the post office. Only those who leave the post office will leave their own oil paintings in the post office...
So, do the people in the oil paintings also have independent consciousness?"
Yang Jian glanced at it.
If this is true, then there will be someone familiar to me here.
That's his father.
Because I have seen oil paintings of my father and cousin in Yangjian on the fifth floor, which shows that they also live in this supernatural world.
"You are very smart, and it seems that you already understand something." Zhang Xianguang said: "Our lives will always be fixed at the moment we leave the post office after delivering the last letter. Although for us, we have already left the post office, we have already left the post office.
For us we can never get out of the post office."
"This is a curse that can never be shaken off."
At this moment, another person spoke again: "To bear this curse is like falling into hell, just to wait for a result."
"Resurrection?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and he said immediately.
Someone else answered: "Yes, it's resurrection. After the messenger on the fifth floor delivers the last letter, he can choose to let one of the people here walk out of the oil painting world and be completely resurrected, but as a price, the messenger will lose the ability to leave the post office.
Opportunities to return to the first floor and deliver the letter again, over and over again, endless."
"No one will waste the opportunity to resurrect an irrelevant person, so we are destined to have no way to escape and can only live and die with the post office." Zhang Xianguang said.
Yang Jian looked calm and nodded: "Is that so, relying on the consciousness of supernatural beings? You cannot return to reality and can only be stored in supernatural places. Therefore, from the establishment of the post office to the present, all messengers leaving the fifth floor have backups here.
Already?"
"Backup? Funny description, but it's quite appropriate."
Zhang Xianguang said: "No, not all people can exist here. Some people will still disappear. He will disappear soon..."
After saying that, he glanced at the old man who used an ax to chop Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's eyelids twitched: "Will you die if you are hurt?"
"No, people here will not die if they are hurt, but they will disappear once they are forgotten."
Zhang Xianguang said: "If no one in the outside world remembers us, then that person will disappear and be completely erased from this world, so he needs to show his face in the post office to be remembered and ensure that he will not disappear, because the post office
By default, people who are forgotten by the world will not have a chance to be resurrected."
"Being forgotten means death?" Yang Jian understood, and he thought of the killing rules of ghost paintings.
He had already deciphered the killing patterns of ghost paintings.
For the emergence of ghost paintings, the first step is that ordinary people must see the real ghost paintings. The second step is to recall. Anyone who recalls the ghost paintings in their mind when they are bored will then that painting will appear in your home. The third step is to recall the ghost paintings.
Bu Ze is fantasy... Never imagine that the woman in the painting will appear. Once you think about it like this, the ghost in the ghost painting will really come out.
So the killing pattern of ghost paintings is memories.
This pattern of killing is terrifying and unexplainable, because the more a person is afraid of something, the more he thinks about it.
After Yang Jian realized this, he immediately ignored the details of the ghost paintings whenever he thought of them. If his memory was incomplete or his thoughts were interrupted midway, the ghost paintings would not appear.
"Some people long to be forgotten, and some long to be remembered. Therefore, those who want to be forgotten are remembered, and those who want to be remembered are forgotten... If there is a hell, this must be an endless hell. We
They are just evil ghosts that will fall forever and cannot be liberated." Zhang Xianguang said.
Eternal hell?
A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth: "Interesting statement, it seems that it is impossible for you to escape."
"Why?" someone asked with a cold face.
Yang Jian said: "Because you have been seen by me and remembered by me. As long as I don't die, there will always be people in this world who remember you, so you will never disappear again and it is impossible to be freed."
"Kill him. I don't want to be remembered. I want to be forgotten and completely disappear from here." Among the crowd, a woman spoke.
She is very young, wearing a floral skirt, two big braids, and an old-fashioned look.
Once these words came out, they were very inspiring.
Immediately, many people stared at Yang Jian strangely, with an inexplicable ferocity.
Trapped in a supernatural place for a long time, they are neither humans nor ghosts, their personalities have been distorted, and they also have certain supernatural powers in the oil paintings. Together, they can't deal with ordinary people, let alone ordinary people, even top ghost controllers
It can also be killed.
Seeing this, Zhou Ze's heart shrank suddenly. He looked at Yang Jian and whispered: "The situation is very bad. Let's find an opportunity to retreat quickly. Don't fight with these supernatural beings here."
Yang Jian was unmoved upon hearing this.
Although these supernatural people are very dangerous, they are all the elite messengers since the establishment of the post office. Their understanding of ghost post offices is beyond imagination. If you can communicate with them, dealing with ghost post offices will be a piece of cake.
"If you want to do it, just give it a try." Yang Jian shouted with a cold face and picked up the ax in his hand.
"That ax can't save you. It's not a real supernatural object, but a painting. Things on everyone's body will be retained at the moment the message is delivered. Things can only be used in the world of oil paintings and cannot leave. Once they leave, they will be lost.
It will completely dissipate. How much power do you think the supernatural thing you drew can have the original version?"
To be continued...