In the oil painting, it is another Republic of China building.

This is the ghost post office in the painting.

"Liang Xingyang is here again, and there is a person behind him."

Liang Xingyang pushed open the door of the post office and walked into the hall, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

At this time, there were many dead souls gathered in the hall, all of whom were messengers who had left the post office after delivering the last letter.

"I'm looking for Yang Xiao."

Liang Xingyang looked around and did not find Yang Xiao's figure.

After hearing this, several revenants said, "Something happened to Yang Xiao. ”

Liang Xingyang immediately asked, "What happened?" ”

A female messenger with braids and a floral skirt said: "Zhang Xianguang outside has returned, and a revenant has taken the initiative to tell him about your mastery of ghost painting and killing the manager Zhang Xianguang. ”

"Who said that?"

Liang Xingyang's face turned cold.

Although he knew that Zhang Xianguang outside could return to the ghost post office, sooner or later he would find out about what he had done. But there was a dead soul who took the initiative to tell him, which made him a little angry.

The messenger shook her head and pointed in a direction: "The informant was dragged into a nightmare by Yang Xiao, and he hasn't woken up yet. ”

Looking in the direction he was pointing, a middle-aged male messenger in a gray robe was lying on the floor with his eyes closed, falling into a deep sleep without any movement.

"Where is Yang Xiao now?"

"He was chased and killed by Zhang Xianguang, and we saw him hiding at the crossroads." The messenger said.

Liang Xingyang's face sank, the crossroads were a dangerous place in the world of oil painting, where there were terrifying ghosts, and in his memory of stealing Zhang Xianguang, there was information about that place.

It was precisely through the danger of the crossroads that Yang Xiao made Zhang Xianguang give up the pursuit.

He couldn't help but look ugly: "You watched Yang Xiao being hunted down? ”

"Are we fighting for him? Our souls have died once, although we will not die in oil paintings, but the rusty knife in Zhang Xianguang's hand can dismember us, making us worse than dead. One of the dead stood up and said.

Liang Xingyang's expression was indifferent: "In the future, the ghost post office will be controlled by me and Yang Jian, I thought you would be on our side." ”

A young revenant sneered, "We won't be on your side until the day you succeed in taking over the Ghost Post Office." ”

Liang Xingyang suddenly fell silent, feeling that these messengers were half-hearted, and after taking over the ghost post office, they needed to be screened carefully.

He stopped talking, and went straight to the middle-aged male messenger who was attacked by Yang Xiao and fell into a deep sleep.

A drop of scarlet blood suddenly oozed from the floor of the post office, and the blood spread, staining the courier's soul.

An incredible scene occurred.

Under the erosion of ghost blood, the middle-aged male messenger who fell into a deep sleep directly melted into a brightly colored dye and sank into scarlet blood.

In the painting, the curse of the immortality of the revenant is broken, and after being soaked in scarlet blood, the revenant soul is destroyed.

Although the middle-aged male messenger was in a coma and could not resist, the deterrent power of the blood had been demonstrated.

The young revenant was silent at the moment, and was also horrified by this result.

Zhang Xianguang can only dismember the soul, but this Liang Xingyang has the strength to destroy the soul.

However.

"I mastered ghost painting and learned how to paint oil paintings, both to kill him and to repaint him. In other words, I can make you want to die even if you can't. ”

Liang Xingyang said such a sentence after being silent.

The voice fell.

All the dead are in unison.

They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of a long and boring life with no end in sight.

After Liang Xingyang withdrew the ghost blood, he glanced coldly at the dead souls in the hall: "Although we haven't completely mastered oil painting, you have to make a choice, whether to stand on our side or Zhang Xianguang's side!" ”

Threat.

The revenants were silent, and they also understood at this moment that the consequences of offending Liang Xingyang would be several times more terrifying than Zhang Xianguang.

Mastering the method of painting already means that they cannot betray. Otherwise, if you die, you will be drawn and punished severely.

The female messenger with braids and floral skirts gritted her teeth: "I'll accompany you to the crossroads to find Yang Xiao." ”

With the first person to come out, the other revenants also made a choice, almost overwhelmingly supporting Liang Xingyang.

Liang Xingyang shook his head expressionlessly: "No need, I will go to Yang Xiao in person." As long as you take care of him for me, I will not embarrass you. ”

He handed over the clone No. 1 to the messenger to take care of and personally went to rescue Yang Xiao. The crossroads were terrifying to the Revenant, but not a threat to him.

He wasn't sure if he could draw two identical souls using the dye vat. If you can, then you have mastered a terrifying way of supernatural superimposition. For example, through memories, draw the souls of the seven elders!

It's just that the painting of oil paintings also has great limitations, and it must be through recollection. If you hadn't seen the Seven Elders with your own eyes, you would naturally not be able to paint the souls of the dead through memories.

Liang Xingyang left the ghost post office and walked on a winding path.

Soon, a fork in the road appeared in front of him, and the original path became two, one left and one right.

The path winds and turns, and each fork in the road is connected to other paintings, just like the world of ghost paintings.

The ghost painting is the best work produced by the ghost post office, but because of an accident, it was left outside, and the ghost painting incident broke out.

Liang Xingyang walked alone on the winding path, and at the same time recalled the information of the crossroads in his mind.

At that intersection was a terrifying ghost, codenamed Slow Motion.

That intersection area will suppress the ghosts and slow down all movements. But as long as you move carefully and slowly, even if the place is a little special, you can walk safely.

But the danger lies in the fact that there is a source of ghosts wandering quickly in the crossroads. Once targeted by a powerful ghost and touched, the whole person will be blown into pieces under the influence of supernatural power.

The worst part is that the pattern of killing ghosts is unknown, because everyone who finds the pattern is blown to pieces.

And everyone who walks into the intersection will be slowed down and move sharply faster. In case the killing law of the ghost is triggered, you can't escape, so no information has been circulated.

The reason why the spirits gathered in the hall were afraid of the crossroads was that they didn't want to survive in the form of pieces of flesh and blood, like the twisted trees in the Ghost Forest.

soon

Liang Xingyang walked to the crossroads, and three meters further forward was the range of the influence of the slow-motion supernatural power.

"Although the ghosts are terrifying, as long as they find the right way, they can't be imprisoned."

Liang Xingyang looked across from afar and saw fragments of flesh and blood spread all over the ground, as well as many figures of dead souls, including Yang Xiao.

At this moment, Yang Xiao stood motionless in the crossroads, without any trace of movement.

"Could it be that the law of killing is action? Yang Xiao remained motionless, avoiding the murderous law of the ghost? Liang Xingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, using his brain, trying to deduce the killing law of the ghost from the clues.

But his intuition told him that it wouldn't be that simple.

If the law of killing was so easy to discern it, there wouldn't be so many souls afraid of this place.

You must know that every revenant is a messenger who delivers the last letter on the fifth floor, although they do not need to deal with supernatural events, but they have a lot of experience in dealing with supernatural events.

"Let's get the ghost out first."

Liang Xingyang retracted his gaze, and a large amount of blood began to ooze from the palm of his right hand, and the ghost boy was released by the ghost blood.

Replaced by a mirror ghost, after turning into a ghost child, he swallowed the blood of the guide ghost and catalyzed his growth into a starving ghost.

The essence of the guide ghost is a ghost, and it is precisely to restrain the slow-motion ghost entrenched at the crossroads.

Not much has passed.

The rich blue-black haze roared towards the intersection like a black wave, and a strange and cold smell permeated the surroundings.

The ghosts invaded, the supernatural was confronting, and some hidden things suddenly appeared.

In the center of the intersection, a rusty street lamp appeared out of thin air, flashing with a pale red light.

The ghost invaded, revealing the hidden essence, and the pale red light shone on the crossroads, as if it was precisely because of this that the supernatural area that suppressed the action was formed.

Blocked by the red light, the ghost's invasion slowed down rapidly, but it was still unstoppable, covering the intersection.

"Found it."

Liang Xingyang's consciousness is everywhere in the ghosts, except for the special ghosts that need a medium to present, it is almost impossible to escape his induction.

The rich blue-black aura condensed, and countless strange figures appeared in the haze ghost, raising their hands in unison and shaking towards a certain place.

Countless supernatural powers that lead the way fall through the air.

Under the red street lamp, a large number of dull pieces of flesh were piled up, and a bloodied hand stretched out from inside.

As the flesh and blood splintered, a body was torn apart, as if a ghost had been in a major car accident crawled out of it.

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