Xiao Xiangwen is a little embarrassed now, as the first kill in the strict sense after becoming a ghost master, the completion of this battle is very high, and the performance is eye-catching.

But now what to do with this ghost has become a problem.

You can't keep it burning all the time, so if you are negligent and stabbed in the back by this guy, it will be a big loss.

But I don't have anything to imprison the ghost, and if I let it go, it's not a good thing, and if this guy holds a grudge against himself and knocks on the door every day in the future, it will be a trouble.

When he was worrying about what to do with it, his eyes accidentally glanced at the painting hanging on the wall next to the counter, and Xiao Xiangwen immediately had a bold idea.

Strictly speaking, these paintings are essentially similar to ghost paintings, and they all have something inside.

So can you just stuff this ghost into the painting and lock it up? Besides, there are already a lot of powerful ghosts in these paintings, so it's not too much!

Just do it when you think of it, and taking advantage of the fact that there are no other powerful ghosts to disturb now, Xiao Xiangwen jumped on the counter and took down a painting casually.

The picture shows an old man sitting by the window reading a newspaper and drinking tea, which is very pleasant.

Xiao Xiangwen didn't care much about the content, but tried to put his hand into the painting.

But when the right hand touches the painting, it is an ordinary painting, and the texture is similar to that of other normal oil paintings.

"Why not? I remember that at that time, didn't Yang Jian just reach out and go in! Why can't you replace it with yourself? ”

"Or does it have to be a specific painting? But with so many paintings, who remembers which one? ”

tried several times, no matter how Xiao Xiangwen touched it, that painting remained the same, and this time he was stumped again.

Looking at the car accident ghost who was caught in his hands, the problem came to the original starting point again.

In desperation, Xiao Xiangwen vented, and simply pressed the head of the car accident ghost towards the painting on the table.

But he didn't notice that the contents of the painting had changed, and the old man who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper had put down the newspaper at some point.

It turned into a stunned look and looked out of the picture.

After rubbing the head of the car accident ghost on the painting for a long time, he still couldn't open the world of the painting, Xiao Xiangwen really had no tricks.

"Could this painting be a ghost domain too? I don't have that either? ”

Yes, Xiao Xiangwen has been coveting the ghost domain of the original Yang Jian for a long time, and after becoming a ghost master, he has tried many times.

But it turns out that his ghost hand really doesn't have a ghost domain, so he can only simply burst into flames.

"You can't be a fake, right?" Xiao Xiangwen, who really had no choice, simply put his ghost hand on the painting, planning to try it with fire.

But this time it was different, as soon as the fire came out, the ghost hand directly passed through the picture and reached into the painting.

This made him very happy, and he hurriedly stuffed the car accident ghost that was still burning on the side into the painting.

Strange to say, after the car accident ghost entered the oil painting, the whole painting became different.

The content is an old man standing by the window, stunned by a burning corpse at his feet.

And over time, the graphics have been changing, just like watching stop-motion animation.

I saw that the flames on the ghost of the car accident became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely.

And the old man was also moving, and the whole person's expression changed from surprise at first, to astonishment, and then to disgust.

When the flames on the ghost disappear, the old man has disappeared from the painting, leaving the ghost motionless on the ground.

Xiao Xiangwen didn't care about this, he dealt with the car accident ghost, he carefully hung the painting back in its place, and then turned around and walked towards the patio.

After turning around, there seemed to be a sound of scolding my mother in my ears.

Back in the patio, the ghost slaves on the ground are not as resistant to burning as the car accident ghosts, and now there are no ghost slaves on the ground, replaced by piles of ashes.

After checking it carefully, I don't know what the reason is, dozens of ghost slaves, stunned, didn't burn out even a bunch, with supernatural ashes.

Xiao Xiangwen, who was disappointed, reluctantly returned to the room after checking the patio and making sure that nothing new had been refreshed.

Early the next morning, as soon as the room light went out, Xiao Xiangwen woke up.

Still in the same position on the bedside table, a yellow envelope lay quietly.

When I picked it up, it still had a familiar taste, and I was ready to start my day full of vitality.

But the address that appeared next directly made Xiao Xiangwen scold.

I saw blood suddenly appear on the bedside table, and these blood slowly formed a sentence.

At 12 noon today, I got on the bus on time at the Jufu Road bus station in Dahan City, and got off at the seventh station, the hotel at the end of the station road, and the residents of Room 301 received it.

"Do you want to play like this?"

Xiao Xiangwen felt a deep malice, is this the place where the messenger on the first floor should go? Or are you being targeted by the post office?

You don't have to guess the bus, it must be a ghost bus, is this bus for ordinary people?

And he has to sit seven stations at a time, if nothing happens in the process, Xiao Xiangwen will not believe it first.

You must know that this ghost bus is constantly passing between the supernatural place and reality, and if the seventh stop is in the supernatural land, then the trouble will be even greater.

Let's not talk about the danger of the supernatural land itself, and I still went to deliver a letter to properly trigger the supernatural recovery.

Even if the letter is delivered, then how to get it out is a problem.

I don't know the departure time and stop of the ghost bus, so I can't just squat at the station and wait.

For a moment, Xiao Xiangwen wanted to simply tear up the letter, it was a big deal to fight with the attacking ghost, after last night's battle, he felt that he was not the softest persimmon.

But if you think about it carefully and give up, if you are really targeted, then if you tear up the letter, maybe what the hell is attacking you?

Maybe as soon as the front foot tears the letter, the back foot is pulled into the ghost painting and slowly tortured, and in the face of that level of powerful ghosts, he may not even have room to struggle.

There is still a glimmer of life in sending letters, and tearing up letters is definitely dead.

After figuring this out, Xiao Xiangwen had no choice but to accept his fate and leave the room with a gloomy face.

When he came out, he found that the patio was already very lively, and everyone gathered around, as if they were waiting for him.

Xiao Xiangwen glanced at it, although everyone was still flustered on their faces, but no one had a mental breakdown, and it was much better than the previous batch.

It's still last night's gold-wire glasses, Xiao Xiangwen is sure that this guy must have done psychological counseling for others, so that everyone can have this performance.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at this guy, he was really a talented person with outstanding ability, and it was a pity to be dragged into the ghost post office.

Just thinking about it, I saw the gold-wire glasses walk out of the crowd and first politely say hello, and then start asking.

"We've all received the letter, is there anything we should pay special attention to during the delivery process?"

After taking a deep look at him, Xiao Xiangwen spoke.

"What's your name?"

"Zhang Qianbing, thousands of thousands, soldiers who are soldiers." Zhang Qianbing replied with a smile.

"I said it last night, calm, careful, bold and careful, plus a little bit of luck.

I hope everyone will be alive to meet next time, Zhang Qianbing! ”

After speaking, Xiao Xiangwen left the post office without looking back.