Yang Xiao didn't ask the reason, agreed to Liang Xingyang's request, opened the door of the room, and led them out of the house.

The three of them walked down a winding path, but when Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian looked back, they realized that the house actually didn't exist at all. After they left, the place was a wall, a door, like a cage, located at the end of the fork in the road.

This winding path is very similar to the previous road to the ghost post office, and it is probably all entering the ghost post office, so there is not much difference. However, the road in the painting divides into several forks, and a door appears at the end of the fork.

Liang Xingyang carefully looked at the structure here, and there were some similarities with Yinyang Street. The street of Yinyang Street is the main road, which leads straight to the corner, and divides into several alleys. The path at the post office is winding and winding, and there is no main road, so you may have to get lost several times to find the ghost post office hidden at the end of the path.

Yang Xiao was silent in front of him and walked towards the front of the path.

With Yang Xiao leading the way, after they walked into a few forks, the forks became fewer and fewer, and they began to see lights looming on the dim path.

"You have to remember the way so you don't get lost when you come back." Yang Xiao, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke.

Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian naturally did not careless, and had already firmly memorized the route in their minds.

"Yang Jian, you ...... like this," Liang Xingyang suddenly whispered.

Yang Jian's face was surprised when he heard this, his eyes rolled slightly, and he nodded in agreement.

Keep getting closer.

The outline of the building gradually emerges, with colorful neon lights flashing around the plaque.

The windows of the lobby of the ghost post office were dimly lit with yellowish lights, and there were figures walking around, and there seemed to be quite a few of them.

The three of them soon came to the gate of the ghost post office, and Yang Xiao pushed open the gate and walked over with them.

Someone noticed the situation, and soon a group of people all turned their heads and stared at them.

There is curiosity, there is surprise, and there is anger.

These faces are somewhat familiar, and the black and white oil paintings on the walls of the ghost post office hall outside the oil paintings can correspond to the faces of these people.

"It's been a long time since a messenger finally took the initiative to set foot in this place."

"They shouldn't have come and seen us, so that we would never be forgotten and continue to suffer from the torments of time."

"Kill them when they've never been to this place before."

"Don't be kidding, didn't you see that they were brought by Nightmare Yang Xiao? I don't want to be stuck in a never-ending nightmare. ”

Under everyone's gaze, Yang Xiao looked calm, did not feel a trace of nervousness because of his gaze staring at him, and asked, "Do you know where Zhang Xianguang is?" ”

The crowd was in turmoil for a while, and one man broke through the crowd and walked out.

This man is a man in his early thirties, his hair is meticulously combed, but his style of dressing is not a modern style, nor is it a style from the Republic of China.

"Yang Xiao, what are you looking for me?"

Zhang Xianguang's face was gloomy and he looked in a bad mood.

The source of the ghost painting disappeared inexplicably, the Peach Blossom Land plan changed, and decades of planning were about to fail, which made him depressed.

Yang Xiao said in a deep voice: "It's not me looking for you, it's him." ”

Liang Xingyang looked at Zhang Xianguang with pupils and walked out from behind Yang Xiao.

"I don't know you, what are you doing here to find me?" Zhang Xianguang's eyes narrowed slightly, puzzled.

Liang Xingyang smiled slightly: "I want to know how to draw supernatural items with dyes." ”

Zhang Xianguang's pupils shrank, and he quickly returned to his casual appearance, and slowly shook his head: "I don't understand what you're talking about, I've been locked up here for a long time, and I don't pay much attention to the outside world." ”

"You are not a supernatural person painted in oil paintings, you can leave oil paintings."

As soon as the words fell, a stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"Is it funny? He is not a supernatural person, is he still a living person? ”

"Zhang Xianguang has been here for a long time when I came to the oil painting, how can a normal person not eat or drink for many years to maintain the normal function of the body?" Yang Xiao also frowned.

"Yang Jian!"

Liang Xingyang's eyes flashed, and instead of answering the question, he shouted loudly.

The next moment, without the slightest warning, he took the lead, and a white blurry ghost spread out.

The vision was blurred, and everywhere was white.

Zhang Xianguang was stunned for a moment, and after his vision was blocked, he suddenly sensed the danger and wanted to get out of the oil painting immediately, but he was affected by the ghost and failed to succeed immediately.

Most of the supernatural power he harnessed was placed on the other self outside, and he didn't even have a rusty old-fashioned broadsword with him. Only the identity of the administrator, in the blockade of the vague ghost, has no effect.

However, not three seconds have passed.

A bright red light like a laser cannon followed, and six ghost eyes were superimposed to open the six layers of the ghost snake, and the red light tore through the white ghost snake and fell on Zhang Xianguang's body.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and under the suppression of the three powerful ghosts, the six-layer ghost snake was forcibly opened by him, and a rusty coffin nail suddenly appeared in his hand.

In the next second, the coffin nail suddenly disappeared from his hand.

The second second.

The coffin nail appeared in front of Zhang Xianguang's chest.

The third second.

The ghost affects reality, and the coffin nail penetrates Zhang Xianguang's body and nails it.

Nailed by the coffin, the wood has been completed.

Zhang Xianguang's eyes widened, and a look of horror froze on his face.

The body can only collapse weakly, unable to move, and the body functions begin to drain rapidly as if a floodgate has opened in a reservoir, and consciousness will gradually fall into a deep sleep.

He is the administrator, and he has to rely on the supernatural powers of the ghost post office to maintain normal operations in the painting. However, the coffin nail is limited, and it is already a fluke that there is no instant violent death.

The manager in the post office will not die, but as long as he moves outside the post office and escapes from the protection of the ghost post office, Zhang Xianguang will die immediately.

At this moment, Zhang Xianguang felt a strong unwillingness in his heart, the Peach Blossom Land plan has not yet been completed, is it possible that he will die before he can leave the school?

And on the other side,

Liang Xingyang showed a look of surprise in his eyes, walked forward quickly, lifted Zhang Xianguang, and used the ghost necklace to help him maintain his physical functions and keep him awake.

Immediately after, he answered Yang Xiao's question.

"Zhang Xianguang is not a ghost, but a manager! You know that Luo Wensong is the first manager, but you don't know that Zhang Xianguang is actually the third manager. The manager doesn't die in the post office, so he can function properly in the painting. ”

After Liang Xingyang answered Yang Xiao's question, he picked up Zhang Xianguang and raised his doubts: "For the Peach Blossom Land Project, you killed Luo Wensong and dismembered Tian Xiaoyue, I can understand these." But you are obviously the administrator, why do you let the ghost post office get out of control, why do you hide in the painting to deceive these ghosts, and what is the purpose of doing this? ”

At the same time, the ghost necklace flickered, and the supernatural spirit of the deceiving ghost was affecting Zhang Xianguang.

Zhang Xianguang's eyes were confused, but he quickly sobered up, and said in an inaudible, intermittent voice: "Use a large number of supernatural events to survive the old Qin of the headquarters." ”

A woman in a floral dress stood up, her face fierce and gloomy: "You tell us why you want to attack Zhang Xianguang first?" ”

"Even if he's the manager of the post office, you shouldn't do it."

"Kill them and we will be forgotten."

The crowd gathered around, their eyes revealing malice.

They didn't expect that these two people who broke into the oil painting would dare to do it in front of everyone.

The action was decisive, without the slightest warning, and resolute.

Before they could react, Zhang Xianguang was captured like a dead dog.

"You can't do it, at least I won't agree!"

Yang Xiao first glared at Liang Xingyang fiercely, and then said to the revenants in a low and threatening tone.

The crowd paused, and their faces changed slightly.

For them, the souls of the dead who could not die in the paintings, were trapped in a never-ending nightmare, which was the most terrible torture.

Liang Xingyang frowned, and suddenly found that the other party had not implemented the Peach Blossom Land plan, and it seemed unreasonable to explain this crime.

And Yang Jian stood up and said loudly: "Zhang Xianguang deliberately let the ghost post office get out of control and destroy the domestic situation. We came here on behalf of the headquarters to arrest the criminals, what are your problems? ”

The ghosts in the painting looked at each other, after all, they couldn't leave the painting, and there were no new souls here for many years, and they didn't have the opportunity to contact the information of Interpol outside.

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