Chapter One Thousand and Fourteen Awakened Consciousness
After delving deeply into this weird world of oil painting, I finally gained something.
Yang Jian's ghost eyes saw Sun Rui. He was lying motionless on the path not far away. His posture seemed to have been maintained for a long time. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but from a rough observation, he should
He got rid of the attack from the evil ghost in the dye vat before, but at this point he has reached his limit.
However, there is only one reason why the ghost master can lose the ability to move and lie on the ground unable to move.
The evil ghost revives!
If Li Gui hadn't revived, Sun Rui would have been able to stand up and take action no matter how bad his physical condition was.
So after getting close to a certain distance, he stopped.
"Is he dead?" Zhou Ze asked slightly uncertainly.
Yang Jian frowned: "Most likely he is dead. Although he only disappeared a few days ago, he must have fought against the evil ghost before. His own condition is no longer enough to support his continued survival. What is the real situation?
You still need to go and see to know.”
"Let me go over and take a look." Yang Xiao spoke at this time.
Yang Jian glanced at him.
Yang Xiao added: "I would be able to detect it if he was still alive."
"Okay." Yang Jian nodded without refusing.
Yang Xiao walked over. He was not as vigilant as Yang Jian. He leaned over as if walking normally, his face was calm and unmoved.
Soon, he approached Sun Rui.
But after getting closer, Yang Xiao suddenly felt something was wrong. Then he seemed to be affected by something. He couldn't help coughing twice, and his face suddenly turned ugly, like a person who was sick.
And the closer you get, the more frequent and severe the coughs become.
"It's the supernatural power that's interfering with me." Yang Xiao said, "But it doesn't matter. I'm a dead soul. I'm neither human nor ghost anymore. I can't die. If a living person came close, I would have contracted the disease and died by now."
"Sun Rui's codename is Sick Ghost. He can make all ghosts sick. Now that he is dead, the ghosts have revived and supernatural powers are interfering with the surroundings. Sure enough, it is wrong to approach rashly." Yang Jian stood not far away and analyzed the situation.
"He is a pathogen now. Fortunately he fell here. If he had fallen outside, it would have been an incredible supernatural event."
While talking, Yang Xiao had already come to Sun Rui's side.
His face looked particularly ugly, his coughing became more severe, and his body felt particularly weak. His arms and legs had no strength, as if he was about to fall ill, and some spots similar to corpses began to appear on his skin.
They look like age spots, like they are infected with an infectious disease.
But despite this, Yang Xiao was still fine. He didn't have the body of a living person. Although he suffered the impact, he could endure it.
Yang Xiao squatted down and turned over Sun Rui's body, and his eyes moved slightly.
At this moment, Sun Rui's face was thin, his eyes were sunken, his mouth was open, and his whole body exuded a stench. This stench was not emitted by the rotting corpse, but an unhealthy smell emitted by a sick person.
The most uncomfortable thing was the large lesions on his skin.
"Are you late?"
Yang Jian also saw Sun Rui like this. He understood that Sun Rui had been too deeply eroded by the supernatural power. Now he was resurrecting as a ghost, and he was probably dead.
But his idea had just appeared, and then a strange scene occurred.
The air around Sun Rui's body seemed to twist and shake, and then an undead-like person appeared out of thin air in front of him.
The figure of this man was blurry, but he could still tell that he was Sun Rui.
"What's going on? Isn't the person already dead? Why did another person appear? Is it a person or a ghost?" Zhou Ze on the side was shocked when he saw this.
Zhang Xianguang said: "Don't make a fuss. This is the power of Yang Xiao in the nightmare. This young man named Sun Rui is not dead yet and still has some consciousness. Now he has been pulled into the nightmare by Yang Xiao. What we see is only Sun Rui."
Rui is just a projection in the nightmare world. Through this method, Yang Xiao can ignore reality, communicate with people in dreams, and even interfere with reality through dreams."
Seeing this, Zhou Ze couldn't help but said: "This is just like the rumor that the deceased entrusts dreams to his relatives."
"Almost." Zhang Xianguang said
Seeing this, Yang Jian couldn't help but thought to himself: "Is this the ability of ghost dreams? He can pull living people into dreams. He in the oil painting also has such supernatural power."
He understands ghost dreams.
That was a very scary supernatural event. No matter how powerful the ghost master is, he will become very weak in the world of ghost dreams.
"I, I'm alive?" Sun Rui's remaining consciousness returned to normal.
"No, you are not dead yet, you are in a dream now."
Yang Xiao said: "But you are about to die, and your remaining consciousness is being swallowed up by supernatural power. It can be understood that you are a person who is injured and waiting to die. Now that your consciousness is unconscious, I can only pull you into a dream.
Only in this way can you get rid of the supernatural influence and gain a short period of clarity."
Sun Rui's ability to adapt is not weak, and he immediately discovered his state.
It's indescribably relaxing, and he doesn't feel weak anymore. His legs... well, he only has one leg, and the remaining one is missing. Other than that, everything else is the same as a normal person. Obviously
This is impossible to happen.
If all this just happened in a dream, then everything would make sense.
"How long can this consciousness last?" Yang Jian came over and asked at this moment.
He is also a different species, so he doesn't have to worry too much about contracting the disease.
"It's hard to say, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, maybe half a day, it depends on the speed of his own supernatural erosion." Yang Xiaodao.
Yang Jian glanced at Sun Rui's body again. It was no longer a body but a corpse. It was already stinking.
"As long as you're still alive, I'll figure out the rest,"
After saying that, the tall black ghost figure behind him slowly stood up and walked towards Sun Rui's body.
"Yang Jian, you actually appeared here?" After Yang Jian came closer, Sun Rui seemed to see him and seemed a little surprised.
Yang Xiaodao: "Connect the reality and the nightmare world, and you can have a conversation."
"Can you do it without a medium?" Yang Jian glanced at him.
To connect ghost dreams to reality, water is needed as a medium.
"It's just a conversation. It doesn't interfere with reality and doesn't require a medium." Yang Xiao looked at it slightly surprised, as if he didn't expect that Yang Jian even knew about the medium of the nightmare world.
Yang Jian didn't ask any more questions. He talked directly to Sun Rui: "The matter at the post office has almost been solved. I saw that you were missing, so I investigated it, and I didn't expect that you had entered the world of oil painting."
"I'm in a bad state. Even if I leave the ghost post office and return to Dahan City, I won't survive for long. Moreover, once my evil ghost revives, it will cause a supernatural event, so this place is suitable for me. I want to try my luck here.
I also wanted to find a burial place, but I didn’t expect that I would be able to wake up after I fell.”
Sun Rui sighed with emotion. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, but found that his cane was no longer in his hand. He had sent the cane outside the post office to convey some information.
"Now that I can hear that the matter at the post office has almost been resolved, I feel relieved. I have already arranged my funeral and other matters, so there is no need for Captain Yang to worry too much about whether I live or die. After all, all ghost masters will die sooner or later.
One day, I have lived a relatively long time.”
He is not afraid and is ready to die, so he is very calm now.
"Death is sometimes a relief for people like us, but living is difficult. The problem of the post office comes from the lack of a qualified manager. I need to arrange for a manager to go to the sixth floor of the post office to change the post office's letter delivery tasks.
, ending the fate of the messenger, so I found you."
Yang Jian directly stated his purpose.
"Post office manager? I only have a little consciousness left in this state. I won't live long. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you." Sun Rui shook his head.
Yang Jian ignored it and just thought to himself: "Being a manager of a post office will cause you to suffer a curse. You will never be able to leave the post office. But accordingly, managers will never have the risk of the evil ghost resurrecting. You can use this opportunity to survive.
, the price is to be trapped here forever, unless you die."
"This is not an easy thing. It depends on your choice. Whether to bear the curse and live here forever, or to be free from it. I hope you can give me an answer."
He doesn't think being a post office manager is a good thing.
Although you can survive for a short time, this is a long-term curse and torture, because this promise means that you will be trapped here for ten, twenty, or even longer.
Sun Rui was stunned for a moment. He did not agree immediately, but hesitated slightly.
He understood the meaning.
But then he agreed: "Captain Yang, thank you for giving me a choice, but people like us actually have no choice for a long time. Everyone has something to do. Since you have found me,
Then let me stay in this hellish place for the rest of my life and don’t bother others anymore.”
"After all, people outside already think that I am dead and that I am a redundant person."
"You can't go back on your promise, otherwise there will be trouble at the ghost post office." Yang Jian said in a deep voice, giving a final reminder.
Sun Rui said: "I know that the manager of the post office cannot be replaced casually. The current out of control of the post office must be caused by the manager. If I become the next manager, I will not be able to go out until the supernatural incident is solved.
It’s a problem, if the supernatural incident remains unresolved, I may be trapped here for the rest of my life.”
"I understand the consequences and costs, and it is precisely because of this that I agreed to you."
He made it clear to Yang Jian and expressed his awareness.
"In that case, it's decided." Yang Jian decided the matter without further persuasion.
next moment.
The ghost invasion entered Sun Rui's body.
The entry of ghosts caused Sun Rui's body to suddenly possess three ghosts.
A new balance is forming.
The ghost is suppressing the ghost's recovery and fighting for Sun Rui's short-term survival.
soon.
Sun Rui in the dream immediately felt that his body was no longer blurry, but gradually became clearer, and the consciousness that was about to dissipate began to be pulled back abruptly.
"He came back to life." Yang Xiao said, "It's just that this is short-lived. Once your dark shadow leaves his body, he will die immediately."
"I understand that this state will not last long." Yang Jian said.
Under the invasion of ghosts, Sun Rui couldn't even wake up, he could only continue to sleep.
However, Sun Rui's body stood up at this moment. Although his eyes were closed and he looked dead, he could walk like a normal person.
This is the ghost controlling Sun Rui's body.
"It's time for me to leave here. There are still things at the post office that I need to deal with." Yang Jian said.
Yang Xiao didn't stop him and just said: "Bring that ghost painting back, everything here will be different. I hope you don't forget this. There is nothing but do your best and do your best. This is what you must do."
Things, I can feel that everything outside has become very bad."
He stared at Yang Jian's face, which was 70% similar to his own.
Because he understood that Yang Jian even knew the information about Guimeng so clearly, which meant that there was a big problem in his life and he had to rely on others.
According to Yang Xiao's character, he would not think that Yang Jian is a good successor, and would not even allow his future relatives to enter this industry. The appearance of Yang Jian now only shows that a more important reason has convinced him.
What that reason could be, he didn't know yet.
But no matter what, he needs to appear and know more, so he can't be trapped in the oil painting, he needs to play some role.
"Don't worry, I will do this." Yang Jian nodded.
"Yang Xiao, you should believe that we have eliminated the current generation. They are all dead souls. They can only be witnesses, not participants." Zhang Xianguang came over and said, "Don't put too much pressure on the juniors.
"
Yang Xiao didn't reply to him, but just asked again: "Is your mother okay?"
Yang Jian said, "My mother is very good. She is now retiring in her hometown and has not remarried."
"Is it."
Yang Xiao was silent for a moment: "Thanks to her, and to you too. I'm sorry, but I can't do anything like this."
"You have done enough." Yang Jian said.
"That's good."
Yang Xiao said: "Let's go. I shouldn't waste your time. There are still many things waiting for you outside. Zhang Xianguang is right. This era belongs to you. I am just a dead soul."
Yang Jian nodded and strode away immediately, followed closely by Sun Rui's body and Zhou Ze.
"If I had such an outstanding young man, I might have gotten rid of the curse here long ago." Zhang Xianguang shook his head.
"That's what worries me the most."
Yang Xiao said: "You know, the name Yang Jian was not the first thing I thought of. It was the mysterious man named Qin who told me. The younger he is and the more outstanding he is, the more worried I am."
Zhang Xianguang was thoughtful.
He knew who the man named Qin Yang Xiao was referring to was.
"After so many years, maybe that person is dead too." Zhang Xianguang then said with a smile.
"People may die, but ghosts cannot." Yang Xiao said.