Li Leping didn't seem to hear Zhou Deng's meaningless excuse, and just said: "You are not stupid to use such a method as a special way to lock me in."
Zhou Deng looked proud: "Of course I'm not stupid. After all, I'm also one of the new captains."
"Then why are you, the new captain, following me if you don't deal with the evil spirits wandering in the hall?" Li Leping started moving again, and asked without looking back while walking in the darkness.
"hey-hey."
Zhou Deng smiled flatteringly and rubbed his hands: "It's not like I just became captain. Gu Li told me before I came to Ping'an Building that I should learn more from you on how to become an excellent captain."
"study?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Li Leping, who was walking in the darkness, suddenly reached out to his side.
Immediately.
Something was gripping his neck tightly.
It was a cold corpse floating in mid-air without legs. At this moment, he was firmly grasping it in his hands. He lost the ability to move without even a chance to struggle, and even more signs of pain appeared on his pale body.
The phenomenon of decay, flesh and blood rotted away at this moment, and there were faint signs of falling off.
"If you don't take anything away from me, you can be considered an excellent captain."
However, Li Leping didn't seem to care about the evil ghost that he had suppressed. He threw it to Zhou Deng behind him and continued walking forward.
"They treat me like a little follower who picks up trash behind them."
Zhou Deng became a little unhappy after taking the body, looking at the rotten corpse in his hand with disgust.
"If you don't want to be a follower, then find a way to find Sun Rui's head."
Li Leping glanced at him, then said nothing more. When he noticed something wandering in the darkness, he raised his hand and struck it with a stick.
"boom!"
moment.
Another cold dead body was suppressed by him and fell heavily to the ground.
But soon, the corpse showed signs of shaking, as if it was trying to escape the suppression of the stick.
"The supernatural power of the short stick was dismembered too much. The big knife just split the short stick into two parts, and the supernatural power of the short stick was also split into two parts."
Li Leping looked at the short stick in his hand that was not only half as long, but also had a greatly reduced suppressive force. It was impossible not to feel distressed.
This black iron rod has accompanied him through many dangers. The most important thing is that there is a strange palm tattoo on the short stick, which is the legacy of the tattoo parlor owner who died of old age.
The palm tattoo combined with the supernatural power of the short stick itself, when the two are superimposed, can instantly burst out with extremely terrifying suppressive power.
However, now that the stick was split into two, the ghost tattoo tattooed on the stick was also lost in the strange darkness along with the other part of the stick.
If you want to find it back, you can only go to Zhang Xianguang to get it back.
"Even if the short stick is recovered, I don't know if the two short sticks can be put together completely."
Thinking of this, Li Leping, who had always been calm, couldn't help but feel a little upset.
If you get the other half of the stick back only to find that the stick won't fit into one piece, you'll be in a big loss.
"Where's Zhou Deng?"
Suddenly, Li Leping turned around, only to find that while he was thinking, Zhou Deng, who had just been following behind him, had gone somewhere, and the ghost he had just dealt with had also been taken away.
"Forget it, there's no need to worry about him. It's probably not the first time this guy has stolen things in a haunted place. He didn't die so many times. I guess this time will be no exception. Maybe he can find some clues. What a shame.
Rui’s head back?”
Li Leping continued to take action.
Soon, with the joint efforts of several captains, the dangers in the hall on the first floor were quickly cleared, and the wandering ghosts were restrained and imprisoned by the captains.
It would be no problem for eight captains to join forces and build a post office.
However, Sun Rui's head was still missing.
But at this time.
"I found it. I found a head. I don't know if it belongs to Sun Rui."
Zhou Deng, who had disappeared for a while, suddenly ran out, holding something in his hand.
It seemed to be a head, but the head was covered with black paper. The papers stuck together and covered the head, making it impossible to identify whose head it belonged to.
"show me."
Yang Jian immediately walked over and stared at the black paper for a moment.
Then, he stretched out his black ghost hand and tore off the black paper covering his head.
As the black paper fell off, Sun Rui's face with his eyes closed appeared in front of him.
The black paper seemed to have some supernatural power, sealing Sun Rui inside and causing him to fall into a deep sleep. However, as the paper was torn off, Sun Rui's head immediately opened his eyes and he woke up again.
"Yang Jian?"
As soon as he opened his eyes, Sun Rui looked a little anxious when he saw Yang Jian, and immediately asked: "What time is it now? How long have I been sealed?"
"It won't take long. We came after Zhang Xianguang. Maybe as soon as he left, we rushed into the post office." Yang Jian said.
"So that's it."
Sun Rui breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought it had been a long time."
"Stop talking about this now, I'll put your head back together first."
Yang Jian took Sun Rui's head back to Sun Rui's body, and then the ghost figure at his feet slowly stood up, took Sun Rui's head from Yang Jian's hand and placed it on the headless body.
The ghost's splicing ability worked, and after the head was placed on it, it seemed as if the wound didn't exist anymore, and it fit together perfectly.
After doing all this, Yang Jian pulled out the coffin nails that nailed the body.
Immediately.
Sun Rui became active again.
"It's really embarrassing this time. Not only did I not help, I even caused trouble for you."
Sun Rui sighed, looked at the evil spirits imprisoned by the captains, and then looked at the post office, which was usually unvisited, and suddenly there were so many people coming to help, and he felt a little embarrassed.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Let's recover here first," Yang Jian said.
"good."
next moment.
The lights in the apartment came on, the darkness was dispersed, and the opened doors slammed shut again at this moment, and then disappeared.
It didn't take long for everything here to return to its original state.
"Is this the ability of a manager? It's incredible, but you can control everything here, so how did you lose so miserably?"
Zhou Deng looked at it in amazement as if he had never seen anyone in the world, and then looked at Sun Rui suspiciously.
"Everyone, sit down first and I'll speak slowly."
Sun Rui waved his hand, and then the ground sunk, and several sofas rose up and appeared in front of everyone.
"The situation is urgent, there is no time to waste." He Yin'er urged.
Of course, Sun Rui could see that the situation was urgent, so he kept the story short: "Not long ago, Zhang Xianguang led three people into the ghost post office. At first, I thought they were the remaining fifth-floor couriers from the ghost post office, until I recognized Zhang Xianguang.
After that, I became alert and originally wanted to trap them in the ghost post office, but when they came face to face with them, my head was cut off."
"Then he took He Yuelian away, and I was powerless to stop him. He also used black paper to seal off my senses, fell into a deep sleep, and hid me somewhere in the apartment."
As he said that, he glanced at Zhou Deng: "I have to thank this brother for finding me and saving me."
"Well, do you mind if I come to visit?"
Zhou Deng smiled and said it was not worth mentioning.
"Of course I don't mind. If you have time, you are welcome to come and sit."
Sun Rui, who didn't understand Zhou Deng's job, didn't realize the seriousness of this sentence, and even became polite to Zhou Deng.
"Sun Rui, I'll save the polite words for later. The key now is Zhang Xianguang?" Li Jun interrupted.
Sun Rui sighed: "I don't know what will happen next, but the ghost post office will definitely not be able to trap Zhang Xianguang. He should be gone by now."
Suddenly, Lu Zhiwen stiffly opened his mouth slightly, and a voice came from his mouth: "No, he is still in the ghost post office, my pen will not make mistakes."
"Pen? What pen?"
Everyone looked at him and realized that Lu Zhiwen had taken out a pen he carried with him at some point, and then wrote sixteen Zhang Xianguang's names on a blank piece of paper.
Sixteen names formed a circle around the blank space in the middle. At this moment, Lu Zhiwen put the pen he took out on the paper.
However, what is incomprehensible is that the pen stood up strangely after being put down, as if to indicate that Zhang Xianguang was nearby.
Sun Rui thought for a while and then explained: "You should be talking about Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting. He used to be a messenger in the ghost post office. Every messenger can leave a message in the ghost post office after delivering the last letter.
I created an oil painting of my own, and the people in the oil painting are forever fixed at that time, and the self in the oil painting can only exist in the world of the oil painting and cannot appear in reality."
"So the Zhang Xianguang in reality is the real Zhang Xianguang, and the one in the oil painting is just the backup he left behind when he was a messenger."
"So that's it." Lu Zhiwen nodded.
Yang Jian frowned: "If that's the case, then now that He Yuelian and Gui Hua are in Zhang Xianguang's hands, everything he wants to prepare seems to be almost ready. Although I don't know what his plan is, it must be very terrifying.
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Sun Rui looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I couldn't save her."
Yang Jian didn't blame anything. After all, Zhang Xianguang's strength was too terrifying. It was a blessing in misfortune that Sun Rui didn't die.
"I want to meet Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting." Yang Chen continued.
"That's no problem." Sun Rui nodded.
An impatient He Yin'er said: "Since the situation here has been stabilized, it is time to track down the murderer. Although we are a step behind him, we think he has not gone too far, and we should be able to catch up quickly.
he."
"Chasing? What to chase? Now Lu Zhiwen can only trace Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting. The clues have been cut off here. The only way to really stop Zhang Xianguang is to understand him and then block his real purpose.
Deal with him on the ground," Yang Jian said.
"Yang Jian is right. Talking to Zhang Xianguang from the past may be able to make a breakthrough. Otherwise, we can only passively follow him and it will be easy to do useless work again." Liu San agreed.
"Since we are already here, we don't care about this moment. Let's listen to what Zhang Xianguang said in the oil painting." Wei Jing, who looked numb, also agreed.
He Yin'er didn't want to waste time continuing to argue and chose to give in: "Since you all said that, I have nothing to say."
immediately.
Sun Rui brought an oil painting.
The oil painting is large. In the painting is a man about thirty years old, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and looking very elegant.
Who would have thought that such a gentle man with an angry look on his face had just stabbed many of them with a machete.
Yang Jian did not hesitate and immediately walked towards the oil painting.
As soon as he came into contact with oil painting, his body was immersed in it and he entered the world of oil painting.
"This thing is somewhat similar to a ghost painting." Li Jun looked at it.
"Let's go in and have a look together?"
Liu San expressed curiosity about this, and then looked at the silent stranger, as if inviting him to join him to investigate.
"Can."
Li Leping also wanted to see what happened to Zhang Xianguang in the past, so he and Liu San entered the oil painting together.
Lu Zhiwen, who specializes in compiling intelligence materials, also walked in.
Inside the oil painting is another strange five-story building.
This is the ghost post office in the oil painting.
"Is it Yang Jian? Is he here again?"
Yang Jian's arrival immediately attracted the attention of many people in the oil painting.
These people are not living people, but backups left by the messengers who had delivered the last letter, retaining their memories and some of their supernatural abilities.
"I'm looking for Zhang Xianguang." Yang Jian said straight to the point.
"He's here."
Several people pointed not far away.
Zhang Xianguang was standing there, looking here with some curiosity.
Yang Jian and others strode over.
"Huh? Chen Mengyao? Are you still alive?"
Suddenly.
Just when Li Leping was silently watching Yang Jian walk toward Zhang Xianguang, a sudden voice of surprise made him move his eyes slightly and suddenly turned his head to look at the speaker.
But the person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a lifeless face and no eyes, who seemed to have been blind for many years.
The middle-aged man's eyes seemed as if something had been gouged out, the flesh in the eye sockets had grown out, and the scars were so horrifying that it made people shudder to see them.
But at this moment, Li Leping boldly stared at his face and found that the blind middle-aged man's nose twitched from time to time, as if he was sniffing something.
"Young man, this man's surname is Wang. Although he looks younger than me, he has actually been here longer than me. Unfortunately, because he is blind, he can only identify people by smell, although most of the time he will not be mistaken.
, but sometimes they mistake some evil spirits that have been controlled by others for themselves."
An older man looked at Li Leping who seemed to be touched, so he helped the blind man explain.