The rain was pouring down, and the sky was like an iron pot lid, tightly covering the forest-like buildings in Han City. The streets were filled with black shadows, and the pale burial ground hung lonely in the sky, watching with the cold moonlight.
Everything in this dream world.
Everything here is determined by Wu Nai, including taboo life and death.
The accumulated water evolved from the [Ghost Lake] gathered on the ground and rippled. Not only was it not as cold as the hell of the Ghost Underworld, but it was surprisingly warm.
Wu Nai forcibly threw Yang Jian's father, Yang Xiaotian, into the water. The water was too shallow to cover his feet, but it covered his mouth and nose.
Proverbs that are too ancient to be traced floated out of Wu Nai's mouth, and the universe was the witness. This backed-up memory consciousness combined with the residue in the ghost dream turned into the seeds of [resurrection].
When Yang Xiaotian gasped and struggled to stand up again from the water, he had regained his flesh and blood body outside the dreamland.
Return to this world as a human being.
All the emotions that were once lost came rushing back like a flood that burst a dam.
"Yang Jian...my son, I...I'm sorry for you."
With the emotion of being lost and found, Yang Xiaotian looked at his son, as if he had reunited after several reincarnations of life and death, so happy and clear.
"Dad...you really came to life."
"Yes, it feels so good to be alive. I have never felt alive so clearly and truly..."
Yang Xiaotian slowly exhaled a breath of hot breath towards the endless sky, then walked through the army of black shadows covered with moonlight, as if crossing a dark hell, came to Yang Jian, and hugged him vigorously.
Yang Jian was held in the man's arms. He had never experienced such a warm embrace.
Resurrected... Really resurrected, it seems to be more complete and more powerful than the [Ghost Post Office]... Zhang Xianguang's expression changed slightly, he really spied the spirit from Wu Nai's incredible method.
side.
"Really resurrected... This young man really has the power of resurrection!"
The remaining couriers on the fifth floor also showed shocked expressions.
"From this reversal of life and death and the creation of heaven and earth, the eternal power and divinity of our Lord can be clearly seen. Although it cannot be seen with the eyes, it can be understood by those who receive it, so that people have no excuse."
"If you are willing to 'meet' here, Yang Xiaotian is the first fruits, and you will also gain new life like him!"
Zhang Xianguang, who was holding a rusty old machete, spoke from the side, and his words made people's hearts sway even more.
Many people in the oil paintings who are bent on death reveal their unparalleled desire.
After all, none of the messengers who could walk from the first floor to the fifth floor were fools. They could guess a lot just by looking at the words the two Zhang Xianguang talked to them.
Right now, this legendary figure who can continuously pass the [Ghost Post Office] is so devout to the god-like man in front of him.
Its power can be imagined.
It will definitely help them escape from this oil painting, and as long as they can leave here, all the costs will be worth it for these people!
"I am willing to meet you, please take me out of here!"
Among the group of people, a woman wearing a floral skirt spoke first: "Do you need me to kneel down? Or make an oath? As long as you say it, I can do it. I have been trapped here for too long. I am willing to
Give it all and leave.”
"The destruction of the [Ghost Post Office] is about to begin. There is no need for complicated rituals. This is my blood, and it is also the wine to witness the oath. Drink it and declare your allegiance to me."
Wu Nai spoke calmly.
He took out goblets from the gel space with a wave of his hand, and then filled the cups with his [modified] blood.
The scarlet-colored liquid was as heavy as mercury. It swayed gently in the glass and exuded a fragrance similar to honey, just like the legendary mead brewed from the blood of gods.
"There is such a good thing..."
The young woman in a floral skirt laughed, walked through the overlapping black shadows, walked to Wu Nai with the pale moon hanging behind her, bowed briefly, and then randomly selected from dozens of goblets.
Take a cup, open your mouth and drink the honey wine of blood in one gulp.
The salty smell of blood combined with the sweetness of honey and the fragrance of fruit trees poured into the woman's mouth.
This is a ceremony that is nothing more than an oath to the Divine Spear of Destiny.
From the moment the wine enters the body, the cause and effect between gods and humans is established. All those who drink the wine will follow Wu Nai with their eternal vows until the end of the world.
But correspondingly, wine will also bring the new life that Wu Nai promised.
The young woman in the floral skirt and double tails had a change visible to the naked eye. Her eyes, which were originally strange and numb, turned into a golden red similar to the eyes embedded in the one-eyed mask under the baptism of wine.
Another thoughtful heroic spirit was born!
"Welcome to join us......"
Xianglan said lightly from the side: "We will live together for a long time until the end. In the past, I used to be called Xianglan. But now, I have a new name. This is a gift from my Lord. You can call me [Val
Keely]!”
"Interesting name..." The woman nodded: "Then please give me more advice in the future [Valkyrie]."
Then, except for Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiaotian, all the people trapped in the oil painting on the fifth floor of the [Ghost Post Office] stepped forward to receive a glass of blood honey wine.
In the wall-like curtain of heavy rain, pairs of golden-red eyes lit up, like clusters of fluttering will-o'-the-wisps.
From arriving here to Yang Xiaotian's resurrection, in just a few minutes, Wu Nai had gained a number of top-notch combat forces.
This is an astonishing gain that would make many people jealous.
It may not be obvious now, but as long as Wu Nai equips them with enough supernatural puzzle pieces in the future, they can regain their peak power as fifth-level messengers.
So the gathering of such a group of people will definitely be a great help in the supernatural world.
The [Ghost Post Office] has been sitting back and watching this happen, not because the ghost's murder pattern has not been triggered, or because the rules are running slowly.
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One of the underlying rules when this world was constructed was to suppress all supernatural beings except Wu Nai, but with the huge size of [Ghost Post Office], it will never be completely suppressed.
In the corner where no one can see, the fight between rules and rules has already begun.
At this point, the tip of the iceberg finally emerged.
[Ghost Post Office] Large dye vats of different colors suddenly appeared inside the gate on the first floor, with paint continuously seeping out from the bottom of the vat.
It seemed like terrifying ghosts were bleeding, black, red, green... Puddles of paint spread out in the water brought by Wu Nai, reflecting the twisted world.
【Power 1】
【Power 1】
【Power 1】
[Contact ghosts at close range, collect the laws scattered around, and obtain a brand new skill - blood ink! 】
[Power points: 10000000.0]
It is indeed one of the puzzle pieces of [Ghost Painting]. It is really good to be able to break through some of the suppression...Wu Nai took a deep breath, and the ravens above him screamed, and they will launch a charge to destroy the ghost post office.
The will is conveyed to every corner of this city.
The war has completely begun!
Among the paints that were fainted in the stagnant water, there were also ghosts that looked like black shadows crawling out. The moment the two sides met, it was a battle of thousands of troops.
Black, red, green... densely packed figures intertwined like a swarm of ants, including Wu Nai's newly recruited heroic spirits.
They fought with each other risking their lives, and figures fell down every moment, but there was not a single corpse on the battlefield, only colorful water flowing.
But the heroic spirits holding the [Coffin Nails] were obviously more fierce. They kept getting up from the stagnant water, and their number never decreased. Li Yang and Sun Rui, who were watching for a while, couldn't even tell who was the truly immortal ghost.
And Wu Nai seemed to be sitting on the supreme throne, having insight into everything on the battlefield. No matter where they happened, nothing could escape his knowledge.
He brings supernatural war to this world, so all deaths in the war will be sacrificed to him.
Countless supernatural powers roared in, and every supernatural collision was nourishment for Wu Nai's growth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this time, strange footsteps sounded, passing through the violent current and the sound of fighting clearly fell on everyone's mind.
A figure in a black gown reappears in the window on the fifth floor. This fierce ghost will represent the resistance of the entire post office.
The moment it appeared, the full moon in the sky dimmed, the lights of thousands of houses were dimmed, and the entire dream world trembled. The buildings surrounding the ghost post office were twisted in all directions, like playing cards that could collapse at any time.
The doorway downstairs, the windows on the building, every tile on the roof, every skylight, and every manhole cover in the streets and alleys were shaking.
Endless doors open layer by layer.
The stars-like lights are extinguished one by one, interpreting the death flicker of the universe.
They combine the fatal laws [open the door] and [turn off the lights]!
[Contact ghosts at close range... Obtain a new skill - open the door! 】
[Close distance... get a new skill - turn off the lights! 】
[Power points: 40000000.0]
Lines of crazily squirming words flashed before Wu Nai's eyes along with the attack.
This kind of terrifying supernatural superposition is unique, almost touching the limit of the infinite ghosts, and becoming a terrifying butcher knife that can be wielded towards the gods.
Bringing unparalleled powers and rules, they are attacking Wu Nai from all directions.
But this is a city that belongs to Wu Nai, and his will is carried out in it as if it were in heaven!
He is undefeated in his kingdom.
Among the twisted city buildings, the only undistorted black world tree [Yugatrasi] swayed its branches and leaves, like an ancient giant making an earth-shattering roar, disrupting the attack of the evil ghost.
At the same time, Wu Nai coldly announced fate’s verdict on the [Ghost Post Office].
That is - "Death!"
He waved the blood-stained spear that suddenly appeared in his hand. His movements were light and there was no trace of murderous intent, as if a painter was waving his pen and using fine hair to draw a strand of long hair in the girl's wind.
Be the ray of light that pierces the curse of mortality.
This morning star-like light is so quiet, so beautiful, but it also carries the power to shock the ages.
In an instant, it pierced through the evil ghost on the fifth floor and pinned it to the bottom of the spear.
The terrifying supernatural power disintegrated instantly, and the [Ghost Post Office] collapsed and was suppressed in the dream world.
In this way, under the intertwining of rules, the [Ghost Post Office] in the real world, including all the supernatural beings in the post office, were taken into custody in the scroll-like [Domain] of Wu Nai's Kingdom.
There are still many supernatural beings in the ghost post office in reality that have not yet manifested themselves in the dream world, but this does not mean that they do not exist.
In the follow-up, Wu Nai will continue to delve deeper into [Transformation], this behemoth in the supernatural world.
But now the battle is over, ending with his total victory.
"What a terrible victory. No wonder some people on the Internet spread rumors that [Ghost Secret] Wu Nai is a ghost..."
Sun Rui leaned on his cane and sighed: "People who have seen this kind of power either worship it like a god or fear it like a ghost."
In addition, surrounding the captured [Ghost Post Office], the shadows and dozens of newly joined heroic spirits raised their weapons and cheered wantonly, as if this was a freedom celebration created with the remains of the [Ghost Post Office].