The car was parked in the rain, lying on the empty street.
It was as if all the rain in the world had gathered in this twisted city of Han. Under the shadow of the giant trees and the square city, messages from the gods flowed in the moist air.
In the dark, it seemed as if God was knocking on everyone's forehead, telling the story of the arrival of a great being.
Crows of ravens gathered from all directions and hovered above everyone's heads at some unknown time. They croaked to each other, not like the sounds of birds, but as if they were communicating in an ancient language, weeping and complaining.
The unparalleled pressure slowly spread out in all directions with Wu Nai at the center like a tsunami.
The young man who was eating eyeballs all the way suddenly changed his appearance, and walked towards the [Ghost Post Office] with a supreme and powerful posture, carrying a majesty that was somewhere between an emperor and a god.
Under the majesty of the ghosts and gods, Li Yang, who had just become a ghost master, almost collapsed, breathing heavily like an asthma attack, and the hard and cold rain beat on him, chilling him to the bone.
The ghost that was about to stir inside the body completely dissipated and fell into deathly silence.
Yang Jian was no better. He almost sat down on the ground holding his golden spear.
Zhang Xianguang saluted at the side and said: "There should still be messengers left in the [Ghost Post Office]. Please allow me to enter first, smooth your way, and make your road straight."
"You are already on your way to becoming a king..."
Wu Nai spoke calmly, and the golden-red single eye on the dead branch-like mask was like a huge searchlight, cutting through the darkness and illuminating the unreachable place ahead.
Already doing it? Zhang Xianguang looked at the rusty old machete that was still in his hand and was not stained with blood and said: "What I mean is that I will enter it as an administrator and erase all resistance for you.
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"Why enter it? The [Ghost Post Office] has been surrounded by us because of you."
As Wu Nai finished speaking, Zhang Xianguang stepped aside thoughtfully.
Immediately afterwards, a huge moon as pale as bone rose slowly from the towering tree that stretched between the sky and the earth.
This is a burial place high in the sky.
It seems that all the deaths from ancient times to the present have been deposited, with the mountain-like spine as a circular bulge. The ribs, skulls, and finger bones at the foot of the mountain are densely intertwined. The dehydrated pale dead flesh slowly squirms between the bones, pouring out an indescribable withering.
beautiful.
This is the eternal God of Death.
The familiar moonlight was cut into pieces by the branches and leaves of the towering trees, and fell on Yang Jian's face, making him suddenly understand: "This... is no longer just Wu Nai's ghostland.
Just like they used me before, they used this person named Zhang Xianguang to create a medium with the aura of the ghost post office remaining on his body, and then dragged the entire ghost post office into a dream!"
"Ahem... But when?" Sun Rui coughed weakly on the side, slammed the golden crutch in his hand to the ground and asked: "How does the supernatural affect gold?"
"The gold you see may not be real."
What answered Sun Rui was a woman's voice. A female student in the Republican style wearing a blue top and black skirt walked slowly from the distant city.
The delicate and charming face is filled with indifference and solemnity.
Her name is Xianglan, and she has turned into a [heroic spirit]-like existence since meeting her, and she will live in this [region] forever.
However, she can freely enter and exit any place covered by the domain.
Following Xianglan's footsteps, a large group of black shadows slowly stood up from the water on the ground where she walked.
One, two, five...more and more shadows appeared, staring at Wu Nai through the heavy rain, like devout believers coming to pay homage to the gods.
Without exception, these black figures are covered with moonlight, using them as pale wind cloaks, holding rusty weapons in their hands, and they look very similar to "Coffin Nails".
"Ahem, this...this...an army composed of fierce ghosts? Can a ghost master organize such a war machine? I really believe that I am dreaming now."
Sun Rui simply couldn't believe the scene that appeared in front of him. This was simply not a height that a human body could reach, and it was beyond the ability of any race to compete.
What a catastrophe!
It was set off by an existence as noble as an emperor.
The gathering black army continued to gather with Wu Nai as the center, forcing Li Yang, Yang Jian and others to retreat to the rear.
"Following your will, I brought these heroic spirits..." Xianglan said reverently as she packed her bags in front of Wu Nai.
"Very good, the [Ghost Post Office] ahead will be the place I promised you. It will become the residence of the heroic spirits."
Wu Nai made a promise to the tide of black shadows and the relatives in the sky.
At the same time, terrifying dog barks came from the horizon, from far to near. In just a few breaths, a giant dog with long black hair like steel needles trembled and passed by Yang Jian,
Arriving at Wu Nai's feet.
Its ferocious body resembles that of a liger, but the strangeness and kindness in its eyes make it look like a pet.
"My... ghost dream." Yang Jian suddenly felt the urge to vomit blood.
Unfortunately, no matter how sad he is, he can only accept the reality. Before the supernatural war that is about to start, everyone has become an audience.
The moonlight in the sky became more and more intense, and there were countless dark shadows surrounding the [Ghost Post Office] in the pale moonlight. They stood silently, like a group of gods of death with sickles surrounding the bed of the dying person, waiting to harvest delicious food.
soul.
They opened their eyes together, and a rich clear light burst out from their pupils, mixed with golden-red light, like a blazing torch in the dark night.
At this moment, Zhang Xianguang once again deeply felt what it means to have thousands of troops and what it means to fight with ten thousand armies.
He really only deserves to pave the way to this point.
Next, this majestic being who dominates the world with violence will take care of everything.
The moonlight became brighter and brighter, and thousands of households in the distorted Han City lit up. The city became brightly lit, like the dim sea of stars in the Kingdom of God.
[Ghost Post Office] trembles slightly in the face of some impending disaster.
Ka... In a window on the fifth floor of the Ghost Post Office, the window suddenly opened, and a strange shadow stood in it, like a living person, but also like a cold puppet. You could vaguely see
I saw the corners of a retro black gown fluttering like a battle flag at the window.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There was a strange sound of footsteps on the top floor, as if a stiff and unbendable corpse was stepping on the wooden board.
The terrifying supernatural beings hidden in this post office are also gathering.
As the place where the top evil ghosts of the old era were located, it naturally could not be easily solved.
Even if they meet gods, the evil spirits will still follow the eternal laws of movement and launch attacks with their cold and ruthless nature.