Under Li Hui's gaze, four black pieces of letter paper fell from above the ghost post office and fell to the ground not far from him.

The paper was dirty and black, and people could detect the abnormality at a glance.

Li Hui, who saw this scene, stepped forward and picked up the four black letters.

The moment he touched the letter, he felt a restless cold aura lingering on it, as if he had been touched by a ghost, leaving some indescribable traces.

"The kind of letter paper described in the original book?" Li Hui's eyes moved slightly, although he had never seen this thing before, he knew very well the purpose of this black letterhead.

This is a consumable paranormal item.

If it is in the outside world, as long as this black letter paper is lit, then no matter where you are, even in other supernatural places, there will be a road leading to the ghost post office in front of you, which is very practical and can evade the pursuit of other supernatural beings to a certain extent.

Similarly, if black letter paper is lit inside the post office, a path out of the ghost post office will appear.

It's just that this letter paper also has certain limitations, and only the person who lit the letter can set foot on that road, so as to enter and exit the ghost post office.

Anyone else, even if it's on the same team, can't.

But even so, it cannot be denied that the role of the letter paper is powerful, this is a strange item that is really connected to the ghost post office itself.

Li Hui remembered that in the original book, the supernatural spirit of the ghost post office only failed in the ancient mansion where Zhang Dong was located, and the road that appeared was erased by Zhang Dong, but it was not invalid in other places, at most it was invaded by other spirits along the road.

Stomp, stomp!

Just as Li Hui was looking at the black letterhead, there was a stiff, dull sound of footsteps in the darkness.

The sound of footsteps came from upstairs, a wooden staircase to be exact, and I don't know when, a staircase appeared inside the ghost post office.

At one end of the staircase is the first floor of the post office where Li Hui is located, and the other end extends gracefully upwards, submerging into the darkness, connecting the second floor of the ghost post office, and even higher floors.

The staircase appears very strangely.

Even though Li Hui's ghost domain shrouded the vicinity, he still didn't notice when the staircase appeared, as if it had always been there, but only now appeared.

Now.

A tall figure could be seen walking down the stairs, the stiff and dull footsteps that came from its movements, and the creaking sound of the wooden staircase along with the footsteps.

"Have you wandered to this level?"

Li Hui's face was slightly gloomy, and then he turned his head to look at the portraits hanging on the wall, and after a short thought, Li Hui walked straight towards one of the oil paintings.

He chose a portrait of a woman who looked to be about twenty-six or seventeen years old, sitting on a wooden bench with her face turned sideways, her eyes looking ahead.

In the background of the painting is a bluestone brick house with walls made entirely of bluestone, which is almost impossible to find in today's modern cities.

In the painting, the woman is dressed in an unknown era style, and her eyes are in the direction of the door of the room.

The door was open, and the scene outside was pitch black, and from Li Hui's point of view, it was impossible to see through the open door the rest of the scene outside the bluestone brick house in the painting.

Post office on the first floor.

With Li Hui's actions.

The paper ashes that kept drifting around him seemed to find an outlet at this moment, and all spread towards the portrait of the woman.

Followed by.

Something weird happened.

The dense ash of paper dust drifted directly into the portrait without any obstruction, as if the painting was a door, and there was other space behind the door.

The paper ash that floated into the portrait did not disappear, but appeared directly on the picture, as if the oil painting itself was painted with dense paper ashes.

Almost as soon as the paper ashes invaded the painting, the woman in the portrait reacted, only to see her quickly get up and retreat towards the rear, as if she did not want to be touched by the fluttering paper ashes.

However, the interior space of the bluestone brick house in the portrait itself is not large, and the speed of the invasion of paper ash is very fast, and it only takes a moment for the woman in the painting to be forced into a corner.

Unless she abandons the bluestone brick house and escapes through the open door, she will inevitably come into contact with the paper ashes that keep falling from the room.

That's exactly what the woman in the painting does.

In the interior of the room, where there was no way to retreat, the woman's slightly panicked face suddenly changed, the panic disappeared, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

It was a strange expression that could not be described in words, normal people could not make that kind of facial expression at all, and the woman in the painting at this moment seemed to have turned into a ghost, revealing an inexplicable weirdness all over her body.

Meanwhile.

The dense paper ash in the room actually stopped at this moment, and did not continue to spread towards the place where the woman in the painting was.

An unknown supernatural force emerged and affected the movement of the ashes, but the effect only lasted for a moment before the ashes fluttered again.

But this moment is enough.

The woman's figure disappeared directly into the interior of the bluestone brick house, and ran out through the open door.

Almost as soon as the woman in the painting ran out of the door, Li Hui's figure appeared in the bluestone brick room, he first looked at the environment in the room a few times, and then turned his head to look behind him.

Behind him is a portrait of the first floor lobby of the ghost post office in the background, and now he is standing inside the portrait and looking at the scene outside the painting.

Now.

In the hall on the first floor of the ghost post office, a terrifying figure walked by.

It was an old man who was emaciated, wearing a black robe and black cloth shoes.

As if he hadn't noticed Li Hui in the painting, the old man passed in front of him with a sideways face and walked straight to the room deep in the corridor on the first floor.

When the old man's figure completely disappeared from sight, Li Hui withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the ghost, and then looked calmly at the direction of the woman in the painting.

He deliberately let the woman go.

The internal environment of these portraits in the ghost post office is very complicated, not only living undead spirits like the woman in the painting just now, but also many powerful ghosts.

So he chose to let the woman in the painting go and let her lead the way, so as to find the ghost post office in the painting.

Li Hui also thought about communicating with the woman at first, but when he thought that not all undead had the desire to survive, he would bring himself into the ghost pile, so he finally chose this more effective way of 'asking for directions'.

His appearance shattered the peace of the inner world of the painting, and the woman in the painting was obviously not his opponent.

Therefore, Li Hui guessed that the woman must go to the ghost post office that existed in the oil painting to meet the other undead.

Between thoughts.

Seeing that the figure of the woman in the painting was about to disappear, Li Hui also began to act, and under his control, the dense paper ashes spread out in all directions, and then disappeared again.

It's not that his ghost domain has disappeared due to the influence, but that Li Hui has modified the environmental scene in his ghost domain, and the paper ash has not really disappeared, but no longer appears in sight.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hui's own figure also disappeared in place.

in the world of oil painting.

The woman was running quickly, she seemed to have a clear destination, she didn't stop along the way, even when passing some forks in the road, she didn't hesitate, as if she had already planned the direction in her mind.

And then what she didn't know was.

Not far behind her, another figure followed, but that figure was hidden in the deep ghost realm, and the strength of the supernatural power left on the woman's body at the moment was not enough to support her to discover the other party.

At this time, she ran away.

There were many forks in the road along the way, sometimes five or six at the same time, but the woman did not stop at all, obviously familiar with the terrain.

After the woman ran for a while, her pace began to slow down, not that she was tired of running, but that she had reached her destination.

I saw a tall building appear in front of the woman, the building has five floors, the style is not the modern style, it is the style of the Republic of China, hidden in a darkness, like a layer of fog, only a rough outline can be seen, not very clear, like a mirage.

However, as the woman approached.

The Republican-style building is also beginning to become clear.

The building is old, moss-covered, with blackened walls that exude a gloomy air, and a plaque hangs directly above the gate, surrounded by a circle of neon lights.

Under the red and green lights, the handwriting on the plaque is clearly visible, and it is the three big characters of 'Ghost Post Office' written in traditional characters.

It is a post office that exists in an oil painting, and is no different in style from the ghost post office outside the painting.

The post office was still lit up, and a yellowish light illuminated the lobby on the first floor, where there seemed to be a figure walking around.

Ignoring it, the woman came to the door of the post office in the painting, and then pushed open the wooden door in front of her.

"Squeak~"

The sound of the door opening attracted the attention of the figures in the hall on the first floor, but after seeing the woman's appearance clearly, they turned their heads away in disbelief and stopped paying attention to this side.

Among the many figures, only a few noticed the abnormality in the woman, or everyone else noticed it, but they didn't want to pay attention to it, after all, none of these people in the hall were simple.

"Fang Hong, ...... are you?"

An inquiry sounded.

Out of the crowd came a man in his early thirties, his hair neatly combed and neatly dressed, but his dress and style were out of step with modern times, at least a few decades ago.

The man's name is Zhang Xianguang, and among these many powerful undead, he can be regarded as an extremely special one.

The reason why no one else moved at the moment, only he, Zhang Xianguang, took the lead in standing up and asking, not because he was the most curious, nor because he liked to meddle in things.

Mainly because Zhang Xianguang felt an extremely special spiritual aura in the woman named 'Fang Hong' in front of him, which was related to his decades-long plan.

That's a real ghost painting!

Then before Fang Hong could respond, Zhang Xianguang's face changed suddenly, his gaze crossed Fang Hong's figure, and looked directly outside the gate of the ghost post office.

At the same time, Zhang Xianguang had the same reaction as a young man standing in the depths of the hall of this ghost post office.

He looked like he was in his early twenties, and his whole person revealed a calm and calm temperament, but there was a sharp edge hidden in his eyes.

The other figures around him were deliberately distancing themselves from the young man, as if he were some kind of flood beast.

"Yang Xiao, what are you looking at......"

Someone around noticed the young man's abnormality and was about to ask, but before he could say anything, his whole face changed and he looked outside the gate of the post office.

It's not just him.

At this moment, all the figures in the post office, including Fang Hong, all seemed to feel something, and looked at the scene outside the gate.

At this time, the environment outside the post office had changed unconsciously, turning into a gray patch, and clouds of things exuding a cold aura kept falling from the sky.

That's paper ash.

There are so many of them that there is no end in sight, and under the endless paper ash cover, the whole world is only monotonous gray color.

"It's ...... The supernatural of the lost painting? ”

In the hall of the post office, a figure was muttering to himself, asking such a question.

"This is indeed the supernatural of ghost painting, that gray illusory world is the ghost domain of ghost painting, there will be nothing wrong!"

Someone responded immediately.

"So, the lost oil painting is back in the ghost post office? Doesn't that mean that we all have the opportunity to go to the real world? ”

There are also people who ask such questions.

As the words fell, the environment in the hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone realized this, thinking that it was possible to leave this ghost place and go to the real world.

"Fang Hong, do you know something?" At this time, someone opened his mouth and asked the woman in front of the crowd.

"yes, the environment outside has changed since you came in, you must know what's going on, right?"

A figure also opened his mouth to echo.

They all noticed Fang Hong's previous abnormality, after all, Fang Hong's aura on his body was unstable at that time, and his face was slightly panicked, maybe something had happened.

It's just that everyone at that time wasn't interested in what happened to Fang Hong, so they ignored her as if it was nothing.

But now it's different.

The supernatural appearance of the ghost painting, Fang Hong was suspected to be related to it, in this case, most of the people present couldn't sit still, although the others didn't ask, but the eyes of the pair of eyes on Fang Hong's body had already been very clear.

However, before Fang Hong could speak, he responded.

The scene outside the post office changed again.

In that gray illusory world, a figure appeared, it was a handsome young man, suspended in mid-air like that, without stepping on anything, violating the rules of gravity.

Around the young man's body, dense paper ashes fluttered, as if he was the source of this gray world.

Followed by.

Under the gaze of the crowd.

The young man got into action.

His body was suspended in mid-air, and he walked towards the ghost post office step by step, and with each step, he could cross a considerable distance, as if he were teleporting.

This ability is like a god in the eyes of ordinary people in the outside world, but it is easy to understand in the eyes of these people.

"Who is he?"

"Isn't the source of the ghost painting a female ghost?"

Some of the people in the crowd who saw this scene asked questions.

But his questions went unanswered.

Everyone's eyes were all staring at Li Hui in mid-air, and there were special emotions in their eyes, some surprised, some shocked, some puzzled, and some ill-intentioned.

Correspondingly.

Li Hui was also looking at the scene inside the ghost post office.

There are all kinds of people in it, including men and women, old and young, and their clothes are also different, some seem to span more than ten years, or even decades, and there are obvious differences in clothing styles.

(End of chapter)