After sending Yang Jian into the mirror, Liang Xingyang temporarily received a call from Liang Wensong, so he did not rush to deal with the source of the telegraph, but went to the ghost post office.

The snooping was mutual, and the telegraph ghost was also aware of the snooping of the starving ghost, and rushing over the hunt could not guarantee the smooth development of the situation.

The number of Grimaces in the Foragger Order is unknown, and it is likely that he will be besieged by Grimaces. After a while, he passed through the road guide of the post office, and the winding path slowly emerged, and he came to the ghost post office.

A five-story building, with colorful neon lights flashing on the plaque, everything around it is dim and impossible to peep into, with no end in sight, and an indescribable cold atmosphere.

Liang Xingyang walked into the glass revolving door and came to the splendid post office hall, from which he felt the extraordinary silence and emptiness.

"You're here, long time no see." There was a figure sitting on the leather sofa at some point, and his voice was low, sounding like a feeling of depression for a long time.

Liang Xing raised his eyebrows, did not answer, and walked over directly to sit on the sofa opposite Liang Wensong.

After getting off the ghost ship, Liang Wensong returned to the post office through the ghost painting, which was not long, not even half a month.

"Luo Wensong was reluctant to occupy my body and resurrect because he was afraid of the curse of the post office. Now I also experience this loneliness, and I am also afraid, immortality combined with a long period of loneliness is simply a painful torture. Liang Wensong looked very thin, he had lost a lot of weight during this time, and there was a deep sense of tiredness in his eyes.

The only way to get out of the post office was to paint ghosts, but he knew he wouldn't have a chance to master them.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, but he still didn't speak, but there was an old drawing board in his hand out of thin air. There is an oil painting on the panel, and the scene in the painting is a down-and-out man who looks like a homeless man, and the man's gaze is numb and dead, not like the eyes of a living person.

What's even more bizarre is that the down-and-out man is still holding an old drawing board in his hand, but the drawing board is just a blank piece of paper.

In the oil painting, the man's numb and dead eyes are slightly turning, wandering around, not knowing what he is doing.

Liang Xingyang said calmly: "The road is your choice, so don't complain." This is the drawing board in the hands of the king of the code name painter, I have solved the painter with a carving knife, and the supernatural estimation of the drawing board can allow you to regain your freedom. Immediately afterwards, he told him what he had learned about oil paintings.

Oil painting is similar to ghost painting, ghost painting is composed of a ghost composed of a woman and a frame in the painting, the same is true for oil painting and drawing board, but the horror of oil painting is not as good as ghost painting, and the ghost in oil painting will not restart, so as long as it replaces the ghost in oil painting, you can control the supernatural of oil painting.

Liang Wensong's eyes moved suddenly, his thin face had a vivid look, and then he was silent for a moment, as if he realized something, and his pupils shrank: "You actually got the carving knife in Tang Yesong's hand, the supernatural weapon that restrains aliens." Liang Xingyang put the drawing board on the coffee table, chatted casually, and told him what happened during this time.

Liang Wensong didn't look at the sketchboard, but stared at Liang Xingyang's eyes and said: "Do you know that if the foragers know that the carving knife is in your hand, you will not be at peace for a moment, and they will definitely come desperately to grab it." "Transforming the identity of an alien ghost handler into a ghost is undoubtedly a great temptation for those foragers.

Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and when he said this, he also noticed the influence of the carving knife on the supernatural recovery situation, and said silently in his heart: "Maybe you can use this carving knife as a bait to fish out the powerful ghosts in the forager organization." "It can be said that if the ghost gets this carving knife, the number of ghosts with the wisdom of the living will definitely skyrocket in the future.

"I'll keep it, and no one will be able to take this knife away." Liang Xingyang's tone was confident, he got up from the sofa and glanced at the oil painting,

"After helping you control the supernatural nature of oil painting, I still have to go abroad to do some errands, you can first try to control this ghost by yourself." Although oil painting is one of the puzzles of ghost painting, the supernatural power of ghost painting is like the ghost dream to nightmare castle puzzle, and the scope of ghost painting will be further increased and can affect all parts of the world.

But so what, he is not optimistic about the Peach Blossom Land Project, and uses the painter's oil paintings on ghost paintings, it is better to let Liang Wensong regain his freedom, so that he does not have to be trapped in the monotonous and boring ghost post office like Luo Wensong, and can go around the world.

Liang Wensong was silent for a while, stretched out his thin palm, and put it on the drawing board on the coffee table. The palm of his hand was attached to the oil painting, and it immediately disappeared into it, just like the oil painting of the messenger in the ghost post office, and there was a supernatural space inside.

And yet the next moment. The ghost wandering in the oil painting moved, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Liang Wensong's palm, as if he wanted to drag the people outside into the painting.

But Liang Wensong's arm contained several terrifying mortal curses, as well as terrifying rotten spirits.

In the painting, the ghost touched it for the first time, as if it had been burned by hot oil, and released his palm at a faster speed.

However, even so, one of the ghost's arms was rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye, dripping black corpse water.

On the oil painting on the old drawing board, the dye on the ghost's arm also seemed to be stained with water, and it was pasted into a piece.

Liang Xingyang was indifferent and just watched. Liang Wensong secretly thought: "The artist's oil painting is the same as the oil painting of the ghost post office, and those messenger souls can be free like me." Before I can do that, I'll have to think of a way to harness the supernatural of oil painting, and maybe the messengers can help me. ”

"Huh?" A strange scene suddenly occurred in the oil painting. In the painting, the ghost seems to sense the threat outside, and unexpectedly disappears, and in the blink of an eye, he runs into the white paper of the drawing board.

On the white paper of the drawing board, a miniature oil painting appeared strangely, not only the figure of the ghost appeared in the painting, but also a new drawing board, on which a blank paper was still placed.

At this moment, the oil paintings spread out on the coffee table are losing their deposits, and the bright colors are gradually becoming eclipsed, and they are turning back into a blank piece of paper, and even the canvas carrying the oil paintings seems to have lost their supernatural support at this moment, gradually decaying and moldy.

"I want to run!" Liang Xingyang's eyes were sharp, and the oil painting ghost was free from the restrictions of the ghost mirror, and he consciously wanted to escape.

However, in the next moment, gray-white paper ashes floated, and gray-white ghosts invaded the supernatural space of the oil paintings on the drawing board.

This ghost, who was transformed and revived by the carving knife, most likely stole a little wisdom from the painter during his lifetime, because the way of painting in the picture could not have been developed by ghosts, and it was probably one of the ways that the painter developed the supernatural of oil painting during his lifetime, and was learned by the ghost.

At the beginning of the war, if it weren't for his use of ghost painting to perfectly restrain and block the supernatural of oil painting, the painter might have been able to get out of the way.

Liang Wensong couldn't sit still, it was about the freedom of the future, he didn't hesitate, and directly submerged his thin palm into the oil painting, and the whole person quickly fell into it.

But at the last moment, he was stopped by Liang Xingyang: "If you can't catch up, let the ghost paint it." "Over the hall of the post office, the gray-white paper ash is falling more and more, and all the light bulbs are constantly flickering and making snorting sounds.

Suddenly, the old drawing board changed strangely, turning into a frame, as if replaced by another kind of supernatural.

The faded oil painting in the frame also has a strange touch of bright red at this time, as if it has been newly painted.

It was a woman wearing a red wedding dress with blurred facial features, the wedding dress fluttered in the wind, only the white and cold palms in front of her were like real and clearly visible.

The ghost painting woman suddenly moved, slowly stretched out her white and true palm, stretched straight into the drawing board, and shook it towards the ghost.

After a while, the face of the ghost in the oil painting seemed to change, as if he was frightened, but his body was under the supernatural power of summoning ghosts, and he uncontrollably held the hand of the ghost painting woman, and was pulled out of the oil painting of the painting board by the ghost painting woman.