"Is this inside the oil painting? It's incredible, it's like another world." Wang Yong looked around, feeling a little weird.

This is his first time into oil painting.

"No, this is a supernatural space, similar to a ghost realm. The oil painting is just a carrier. It can be an oil painting, a photo, or anything else, so there is nothing to make a fuss about." Yang Jian said.

He has been exposed to many things like this and has long been accustomed to it.

But for those who have just come into contact with it, it will naturally feel very incredible.

"Want to chase?" Wang Yong asked.

Yang Jian looked at the black door. This door was the only way out of this hut. The old man had opened that door and escaped before, but he didn't know what was behind the door because this was the world of oil painting.

, just like the original ghost paintings, strange and unknown.

If you go too deep rashly, you may be trapped inside and unable to get out.

But the clue not to pursue Sun Rui was lost again.

But this time.

Another person walked into the oil painting and appeared in this small house.

The person who came in was Zhou Ze. As soon as he came in, he said: "I'm not too worried. I came in to take a look at the situation. How is the situation now? Has that thing been solved?"

"Run away, leaving only one arm." Wang Yong shook his head and pointed to the black door.

Zhou Ze saw the very unusual arm on the ground and became a little surprised. It seemed that he did not expect that there could be a person hidden in the oil painting.

"Wang Yong, you stay and watch here while Zhou Ze and I go out and take a look." After thinking about it, Yang Jian made a decision. He wanted to leave one person behind to ensure his retreat, and then went to explore the secret of the oil painting.

There were so many oil paintings hanging on the fifth and first floors of the Ghost Post Office that he wouldn't believe it if there wasn't some secret.

After saying that, he immediately took action.

Wang Yong said nothing but nodded, expressing his willingness to stay.

Zhou Zedao: "Do you need to make any more preparations?"

"There is no need to prepare. Just retreat when in danger. We are just going to investigate, not to fight desperately. Why, are you so nervous?" Yang Jian said.

"It's a little bit." Zhou Ze smiled awkwardly.

Don't be nervous anymore. You have to know that you have entered a painting now, and you may encounter danger at any time and be unable to get out.

"It's time to take action."

Without giving him any time to think, Yang Jian immediately walked to the black door and opened it.

It was dark outside with no light, but my vision was normal and I could see some things clearly, but not that clearly.

He saw a small road, winding and winding, as if it was connected to a certain place. This road was very familiar, like the road into the ghost post office. The only difference was that this road did not go all the way to the end, but had a fork in the middle.

, it seems that you can reach another place along the fork in the road.

Yang Jian walked out. He looked back and found that there was no small house behind him at all. There was only one wall and one door, located at the end of this branch of the road like a cage.

"It's very weird here." Zhou Ze also looked serious. He couldn't understand this place, so he could only say that it was weird.

Yang Jian remained silent and walked forward along the path.

Soon, a fork in the road appeared in front of him. The original path became two, one on the left and one on the right. However, it was dark in front of him and he couldn't see anything in the distance.

But at this time Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes.

The ghost eyes can still be used here, and they are not completely unable to open as they were after entering the ghost painting.

Obviously.

The supernatural suppression in this place is not that strong. Although the ghost paintings come from the ghost post office, there are definitely not many such oil paintings. If any one of them has the level of a ghost painting, then the post office's courier will not be alive.

After the ghost eyes opened, Yang Jian's sight looked further.

He saw a shot of a fork in the road. There were several trees there. There seemed to be a strange figure standing in the middle of the trees. The figure was motionless in one direction.

"Is it the scene presented in another oil painting?"

Yang Jian thought to himself: "In this case, every branch here may be connected to another oil painting. The essence of all oil paintings is to connect to the same supernatural space. The oil painting itself only plays the role of opening a window.

"But did Sun Rui really enter here?"

He was doubtful.

Because there are so many dangers here, if Sun Rui enters here, he will definitely find a way to leave here.

No.

wrong.

Yang Jian then frowned again.

Why do you think Sun Rui will leave here after entering here?

Like himself, Sun Rui wanted to deal with the ghost post office and solve this ghost place. If he came here, he would definitely have only one idea, and that is to follow the forked roads in the oil painting to find the source and understand the truth.

"So, you shouldn't be tempted by side roads, but you should find a way to avoid all side roads and find a real road. Only in this way can you meet Sun Rui on the road." Yang Jian immediately had something in his mind after thinking briefly.

Enlightenment.

"Which way should we take now? I just observed these two roads. They are exactly the same in appearance, size, and surrounding environment. There is no difference, and there are no footprints or shoe prints on the road.

Clues like that." Zhou Ze said at this moment.

He observed for a while and came to a conclusion.

The result is very disappointing, because there is no difference in the fork.

"Just follow me."

Yang Jian has ghost eyes and can see very far. He can see the end of the fork in the road, so he can avoid making the wrong choice. This is a very big advantage.

Immediately.

He ignored the path leading to the old forest with only a few trees and chose a main road.

Keep going.

The branch road appeared again. The end of this branch road was also a strange place. It was not large in area and there was a figure standing there.

Obviously, that is also another oil painting.

After Yang Jian avoided it, he continued along the main road.

There were quite a few forks on the road, and sometimes he even encountered three forks. An ordinary ghost controller would definitely have made the wrong choice, but the ghost eye could see the end of the fork in advance, so he avoided detours.

Zhou Ze followed, gradually becoming convinced that the Yang Jian in front of him had the ability to discern the correct path, otherwise he would not have been so peaceful along the way.

However, after walking for a long time, Yang Jian stopped again.

Because this road ends.

Yang Jian's ghostly eyes saw a hut at the end.

The door of the hut was closed tightly, and it was impossible to see what was inside. It seemed that there was an invisible supernatural force interfering with it.

"Is this hut the end of the road? Or is this hut just a scene in one of the oil paintings?" Yang Jian hesitated at this moment.

The answer in his mind favors the latter.

This main road is also a branch of a certain oil painting.

So there is no main road.

No matter which way you go, you will encounter obstacles.

"There is another possibility. The real road is hidden behind a certain painting. Through one of the paintings, you can find the correct road to the source." Yang Jian continued to move forward with this thought.

Zhou Ze on the side couldn't see far. The surrounding area was dim and his vision was severely impaired, but soon he also saw a small house in front of the road.

"This is..." He looked at Yang Jian with a bit of hesitation.

Yang Jian ignored it, just went straight to the hut and opened the door.

But the strange thing is.

The cabin was in a mess, but there was no strange sound, which meant that the oil painting was not an oil painting of people, but an oil painting of objects.

"I remember seeing this painting on the fifth floor." Yang Jian suddenly saw something in the cabin.

It was an inconspicuous glass bottle in the corner, with a pale arm soaked in the glass bottle.

"It's one of the corpse fragments soaked in a glass bottle, so this painting is the one I found on the fifth floor." Yang Jian walked into the room. He didn't move anything, didn't take it, just

Take away the glass bottle.

After getting it, he already had three body fragments in his possession.

There is another one in room 501.

"Take it, don't lose it." Yang Jian handed the glass bottle to Zhou Ze.

"Okay, okay."

Zhou Ze nodded. After looking at it, he felt that it was a bit creepy, but he still didn't dare to drop it, so he just put it in the backpack on his back.
To be continued...