In this picture of the Kingdom of God created by Wu Nai, even the birth of life is so freehand.
The process of generating these black shadows covered in moonlight feels like phantoms in a nightmare, but it is also frighteningly real.
There is no distinction between reality and illusion here.
God seems to be located at an invisible high place, using a brush to paint the world, and what He paints becomes reality.
Countless black figures slowly stood up from the water and walked along the city's monotonously changing traffic lights. They looked like rolling black water and white waves, making people think of demons pouring out of hell.
And Wu Nai, the noble young god, stood quietly among the demons, with a giant dog crawling at his feet, as if he was entrenched on a throne in the clouds, not bothering to step on the dust on the supernatural battlefield himself.
He drove the heroic spirits to surround this place instead of commanding thousands of troops to charge at the [Ghost Post Office] immediately. It was not because he looked down on such a behemoth as the [Ghost Post Office].
It's just that the secret war between the two sides is entering a new and wonderful stage.
Wu Nai wanted to use this conflict stage to accomplish something, so he tolerated it for a while.
Wu Nai, who had transformed some of the ghost painting's origins, was dragging the Ghost Post Office with [Reflection]. Since the effects of force were mutual, the [Ghost Post Office], which had accumulated profound supernatural powers, was also trying to invade him in reverse.
Although the effect of reverse invasion is extremely weak, a special space is formed where the two sides meet.
There is nothing special about this space for ordinary people.
But for the group of people trapped in the [Oil Painting] on the fifth floor of the [Ghost Post Office], it is a very rare and truly accessible external world.
so......
Bang! A door opened.
Under the surprised looks of Yang Jian, Li Yang, and Sun Rui, the first person to walk out of the lobby on the first floor was not a ghost, but a group of people dressed in weird styles.
Each of them looks normal, but when they get together, their dressing style seems to span several years, ten years, or even decades.
This is all the fifth-floor couriers accumulated since Luo Wensong, the first manager of [Ghost Post Office] opened this place.
Each of them is a 'backup' left behind by the strong man who can send the third black letter when he leaves this place.
Although the "backup" consciousness and supernatural powers are not bad, they cannot be moved around in this special area.
"What's going on? There has been some unknown change in this [Ghost Post Office] that can actually allow us to return to the human world." In the crowd, an old man holding a red ax sighed with emotion.
"What is the return to the world? Look around and tell me which kind of return to the world this is, and which family can grow trees so big that they are taller than skyscrapers... And there are so many black shadows in front of you.
I’m not sure, so I’m more likely to be invaded by other ghosts, so everyone should be careful.”
A man who was eighty-nine times similar to Yang Jian said with emotion.
"Ontology..."
At this time, Zhang Xianguang, who was standing at the forefront among the shadows, immediately turned his attention to the crowd where he was and said loudly:
"The Taoyuan plan has been temporarily cancelled. I have found a more interesting and safer way to handle the ultimate supernatural event."
"cancelled......"
The main body Zhang Xianguang stood in the crowd for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "We have been planning for so long, how can we just cancel it? Besides, we have not deduced the safer way before. This thing is simply impossible.
There can no longer be any safe way to the final solution. After all, there are always risks on the path of supernatural beings, so I think it is necessary to continue the 'Taoyuan Project'."
"You have been here for too long, so you have never seen 'His' methods. This choice is normal. But do you still not believe in yourself? I am you, I have verified everything, and the arrival of this person will end everything.
, come with me to welcome him." Zhang Xianguang, who was holding a knife, quickly organized his words, intending to convince 'himself' in the shortest possible time.
"Father......"
At the same time, Yang Jian, who was standing on the side as a spectator, was also surprised to find his father in the crowd.
After the two almost identical faces looked at each other for a moment, Yang Xiaotian showed a smile of relief:
"Yes, I didn't expect that we would meet again in this way, right? Maybe you have a lot of questions, but to put it simply, I am not the complete Yang Xiaotian. I have lost the memory of your birth and getting along with you later. My life is forever fixed at the end of the world.
The moment we left the post office after finishing the last letter, although it was a relief for the real us, for those of us who are similar to the 'backup' of memories, we will never be able to leave here."
"This is a never-ending, inescapable curse."
"It doesn't matter, your pain will end soon, because I promised your son that I will resurrect you."
Wu Nai's voice floated from afar and inserted into the conversation between the two. The calm confidence in his words and what he was about to do attracted the attention of everyone who came out of the oil painting.
"That's...[Ghost Dream]!"
When Yang Xiaotian's eyes swept over Wu Nai, he immediately fell on the huge wolf dog at his feet, feeling the supernatural familiarity: "I have indeed realized one of my previous ideas. From now on, dogs can control ghosts."
Judging from the situation, it is perfect. So my plan was successful, but why is it not with you, Yang Jian? But in the hands of... this man? "
"Something happened at the last minute..."
Yang Jian sighed and replied: "It's very troublesome to explain, and I won't be able to explain it for a while. In short, I am not the only one who owns this dog. But in exchange for your rebirth, it is not a loss...
..."
"Actually, I have no idea about resurrection. Reversing life and death is taboo, and an old man who drove a bus once told me that I am more useful dead than alive."
"No, compared with precious life, most things are nothing, including ghosts."
Wu Nai shook his head and said.
At this moment, he finally moved, walking step by step with the power of resurrection, the dark golden flames around him dragging in the water behind him, like a huge flag.
Wherever they went, the shadows gave way one after another, and a deathly silence spread, leaving only the endless sound of rain in the sky and earth.
"etc......"
Yang Xiaotian's expression changed, and he could clearly feel that under the withered mask coming from the opposite side, a pair of intimidating eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the rich clear light was like hundreds of thousands of tons of magma spewing out towards him.
It spread in all directions.
This terrifying power enveloped Yang Xiaotian and forced him to sink into the water on the ground.
Through the rain curtain, Yang Jian saw his father's struggle in a daze, but it was all in vain.
Just like everyone cannot choose their own birth, when Wu Nai offered life, Yang Xiaotian had no choice but to accept it.
In the rippling water, dreams and reality twist each other, and the gap between life and death is broken.
After a baptism, when Wu Nai fished the man out of the water again, Yang Jian was keenly aware that his father had a flesh and blood body outside the dream world.