"It's not a ghost, he has obvious living characteristics, he is a ghost handler, he should have controlled the supernatural power of that oil painting, it seems that this is an amazing descendant."

Yang Xiao, who was standing in the depths of the hall on the first floor of the post office, looked surprised and sighed.

His words were like a compliment to a brilliant junior, but there was a strong sense of disobedience that came out of his mouth.

It's not that there is a problem with his tone, but that Yang Xiao's appearance is too young, and he looks like he is in his early twenties, just from the appearance, there is not much difference with Li Hui's age.

"Indeed."

Then.

Zhang Xianguang on the other side also spoke, only to see him say: "How many years, I didn't expect that a living person finally took the initiative to set foot in this place, and it was also the supernatural of the ghost painting, as if it was specially arranged by God." ”

"And with such a wide range of ghost domain abilities, his own state is surprisingly good, and there is no sign of being eroded by the supernatural, it seems that the problem of ghost recovery has been preliminarily solved, and he is indeed a great offspring!"

seems to be praising Li Hui as well.

But no one noticed that when Zhang Xianguang mentioned the words 'ghost painting supernatural', a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes, but he covered it up well, and no one noticed this.

Even Li Hui, who had been observing everyone's reactions, didn't notice it himself.

At this time, he was very close to the post office in the painting, and the flickering neon lights around the plaque were clearly visible, and the scene in the post office hall was also in view.

There were more than thirty figures gathered in the hall.

Among them, there are young men in casual clothes, women in floral skirts, and middle-aged people in formal clothes, but the clothes on their bodies are not the popular styles now, they are the style of clothing more than ten years ago, or even decades ago.

The appearance of those people is very strange, and there is a kind of coldness exuding from their bodies, compared to normal living people, they are more like ghosts standing in the ghost post office.

At this moment, Li Hui was looking at those figures, and similarly, the people standing in the hall on the first floor of the post office were also looking at Li Hui, and the scene suddenly became a little weird.

"Have you harnessed the ghost handler who painted the ghost......

This way.

Hearing the comments of Yang Xiao and Zhang Xianguang, the expressions of many people in the hall began to become subtle at this moment.

They have been living in this dark place for a long time, and if they want to go to the outside world, the only way is through ghost painting.

But the ghost paintings have long been lost.

With its terrifying level, I'm afraid that few ghost riders will be able to bring it back, and those who have the ability to restrict ghost painting will basically not be involved in the ghost post office incident.

So this is a dead end in the eyes of everyone.

Originally, they didn't have any idea of leaving the ghost post office, but they didn't expect a young ghost rider to suddenly appear at this moment, and he was still controlling the spirit of ghost painting.

This moment.

The minds of the people began to come alive again.

Some people's hearts even directly rose a trace of strange thoughts, their expressions became more and more gloomy, and there seemed to be murderous intent in their eyes.

And all this fell into Li Hui's eyes.

It can even be said that he had anticipated this result before entering the painting, in which the undead are trapped in a supernatural place for a long time, and most of them have distorted personalities and are on the verge of mental collapse.

For them, harnessing the supernatural power of ghost painting is like a light lit in the endless darkness, and no matter how radical those undead are, Li Hui will not be surprised.

Between thoughts.

Li Hui came to the gate of the ghost post office.

He didn't choose to walk in, just stood outside the door, staring at each other with the many undead in the house, for a while, neither side took the lead to speak, and the surrounding atmosphere instantly froze to the extreme.

This is the distance he calculated.

Once the meeting is not discussed, even if the undead in the house attack, he will have enough time to react and not be too passive.

Li Hui never underestimated anyone.

None of the messengers who were able to deliver all the letters on the five floors of the ghost post office and leave the ghost post office were simple people, even if the undead in front of them were not themselves, but they also had some supernatural powers.

More than thirty undead joined forces, and they could easily kill a top ghost handler, not to mention that among these figures, there were undead who were not weaker than those captain-level ghost handlers in the middle and late stages of the original book.

If he really made a move, Li Hui felt that he might not be able to please him.

………

"Young man, who are you and what is the purpose of coming here?"

A moment later.

A middle-aged man's voice rang out, breaking the deathly silence around him.

"Who are you?" Li Hui's gaze was on the person who spoke.

What caught his eye was a middle-aged man about thirty years old, with neatly combed hair and neatly dressed, but his dress and style were out of place with modern times.

Hearing Li Hui's rhetorical question, the middle-aged man was silent for two seconds before he said in a heavy tone: "My name is Zhang Xianguang, and I am a person who has died. ”

Well?

This person is Zhang Xianguang?

Hearing this, Li Hui's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't show it, he just glanced at Zhang Xianguang a few times, wrote down his appearance, and secretly kept a heart in his heart.

"What, you know me?"

Zhang Xianguang's perception was surprisingly powerful.

Although Li Hui didn't have any abnormal expression on his face, he still noticed that something was wrong at the first time, and immediately opened his mouth to ask.

"I don't know."

Li Hui shook his head, then glanced at everyone standing in the hall on the first floor of the post office, and said straight to the point:

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Li Hui, of course, it doesn't matter, the name is just a code name, the purpose of my coming here is the most important thing."

"I have a certain understanding of your existence and state, and I can only move in the world of oil painting, so I think you should also have some understanding of the supernatural abilities I control."

"The supernatural nature of ghost painting can get you out of this supernatural place that you have been trapped in for a long time, so that you can move in the real world."

“……”

There were not so many twists and turns, and there was no step-by-step, Li Hui went straight to the point, spoke openly and honestly, and explained his intentions.

These undead in front of him can be said to be 'human spirits', who have lived for I don't know how many years, and Li Hui thinks that he is not their opponent in terms of playing routines and brushing his heart.

Seriously.

If Li Hui was allowed to enter the ghost post office as an ordinary person, without the help of the golden finger, he himself would not have the slightest confidence that he would be able to leave the ghost post office after delivering the letter.

From this point of view, Li Hui can know the gap between himself and these people.

But Li Hui's advantages are also incomparable to others in this world, in addition to knowing the general direction of the future, he also has a mobile phone tattoo, which can be called a 'plug-in'.

This way.

Li Hui continued: "Your strength is not weak, and now the supernatural events in the outside world are gradually breaking out, so ......"

Then before Li Hui could finish his words, he was interrupted by a woman's voice.

It was the woman named Fang Hong who interrupted him, and she only heard her say, "So you want to take us as your subordinates, right?" ”

"You're right, we do need the ghosts of the ghost paintings to leave the ghost post office and go to the real world, but I have a better choice than choosing to be your subordinate or cooperate with you."

"In what way?" Li Hui stared at the woman in front of him expressionlessly, with a dangerous aura exuding from her body, and the paper ash in the sky seemed to drift more rapidly at this moment, and the surrounding environment became even more gray.

However, Fang Hong didn't seem to notice the changes in the surrounding environment at all, and continued to speak: "That's killing you!" ”

When she said this, Fang Hong's face was extremely calm, without any superfluous emotions, as if she was saying an ordinary greeting, the whole person seemed very indifferent, and killing people seemed to be a very ordinary thing in her mouth.

"If you want to kill me, are you alone?"

Hearing this, Li Hui didn't get angry, he just glanced at Fang Hong, and there was no emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"I myself am no match for you."

Fang Hong admitted without hesitation, and then continued: "But what if you add them? ”

"Instead of being your subordinate, it is better to kill you and let us control the ghost painting ourselves, do you think this choice will be better?"

This seemed to be asking Li Hui, but he was actually asking other people in the lobby on the first floor of the post office.

Hearing Fang Hong's words, there were indeed many people in the hall who showed a look of interest, because what Fang Hong said was roughly the same as what they thought in their hearts.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Do it!"

Suddenly.

Fang Hong's expression moved, and he shouted.

Meanwhile.

In the darkness behind the door of the ghost post office, an old figure appeared strangely, holding an axe in his hand, the axe seems to be used for chopping wood in the countryside, the axe is red, the axe handle is black, the color forms an obvious contrast, particularly eye-catching.

The blood-red blade of the axe slashed towards Li Hui's head, as if it was about to split his head in half.

And that's not all.

On the other side of the post office gate, a figure also appeared, a middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance, her expression was indifferent, her eyes were cold, and there was a dead air around her body.

The woman only took a step forward, and an unknown supernatural curse appeared, enveloping Li Hui's body, as if trying to control Li Hui's actions so that the old man's axe could be successfully struck.

Obviously.

This was a coordinated attack that several people had secretly discussed a long time ago.

Fang Hong's previous conversation with Li Hui was a trap, mainly to cooperate with the actions of others, hoping to kill Li Hui here directly in an instant.

"Will it work?"

Under the gaze of everyone, the blood-red axe quickly chopped down, and in the end, it directly slashed into Li Hui's head.

"That's not right!"

"This is an illusion reflected in the ghost domain, the real Li Hui is not standing outside the gate, damn it, this is a trap!"

The old man's face changed drastically, and he realized that something was wrong, and the axe in his hand did not have the feeling of hitting the real thing, and he immediately wanted to retreat when he realized that something was wrong.

But in the next moment.

But a young man's voice suddenly sounded in the old man's ears.

"Old thing, don't you think it's too late to retreat now?"

"Die!" The old man was very decisive, immediately turned around, swung his axe and slashed at the place where the sound came from.

It was unbelievable that an old man of his age could have such speed and strength, and the blood-red axe wielded in his hand as easily as nothing.

However, the old man's reaction speed was fast, and Li Hui, who had already prepared on the side, moved faster.

Smack!

His palm directly grasped the wrist of the old man who held the axe, and a powerful spirit surged, not only resisting this attack, but also suppressing the old man's own spirit, making his whole person freeze in place.

In a sense, the undead in the painting are all supernatural products, and the ability of the bus driven by Li Hui is just right to restrain the supernatural, so the old man fell silent in an instant.

Burst~

The next moment.

Li Hui used a lot of force in his hand, and directly ripped off the old man's arm holding the axe, and then kicked out again, kicking the old man's already mutilated body directly out.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hui's figure suddenly appeared next to the middle-aged woman, and he also kicked at the woman.

Bang!

The huge force made the middle-aged woman's chest collapse directly, and the scene inside could be clearly seen through the clothes.

There was not flesh and blood underneath the clothes, but something like wood, as if it had been carved, without the slightest activity, lifeless, and very strange.

After doing all this, Li Hui did not stop.

He teleported to Fang Hong, who was about to flee into the crowd, and then under the gaze of the others in the hall, he raised his hand and slapped Fang Hong in the face.

Under the influence of the supernatural power of the bus, Fang Hong herself also fell into silence, her face was deformed, her body flew backwards, and she fell to the ground outside the gate of the post office, without any reaction, like a cold corpse.

"I thought that the first wave of attacks would be able to attract a few ruthless characters, but I didn't expect that the three of you were used as cannon fodder to test the truth."

Li Hui shook his head.

Without hesitation, he directly said that he was fishing before.

From the very beginning, Li Hui was prepared, he knew that it was impossible for these undead to obediently listen to him, so he was ready to subdue them.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to choose to cooperate with me, or do you plan to kill me here, just like the three just now, and then you can control the supernatural spirit of the ghost painting yourself?"

Li Hui looked at the others in the hall and asked.

At this moment, in the face of more than 30 undead with supernatural powers, Li Hui did not show the slightest stage fright, and was very confident when he spoke, obviously having sufficient confidence in his own strength, thinking that he would definitely win in the end.

"Hou Sheng, your strength is indeed very strong, it seems that in addition to the supernatural of the ghost painting, you also control other powerful supernatural abilities, but if you feel that you are going to eat us just like this, then you are very wrong."

At this time.

A man's voice came from the depths of the hall, and then a man who looked to be about fifty or sixty years old walked out on his back.

He was dressed in clothes from the fifties and sixties of the last century, gray and shabby, with patches and patches, but they were very clean, and they gave people a very simple feeling all day long.

"So you're going to choose the second option?" Li Hui's eyes were indifferent, and he was ready to strike at any time.

"It's not."

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head, and then changed his words, and continued: "If you want us to convince you, the ability you just showed is not enough. ”

"Since you want to take us as your subordinates, then I don't think it's better to do this, let's all join forces, as long as you can withstand our attack, then we will listen to you in the future."

He seems to be very reasonable, after all, it is true that the strong in the supernatural circle have the right to speak, and the weak only have the ability to obey the transfer.

But when you think about it, it can be said that there is a hidden evil intention.

The so-called resisting their attacks, isn't it just to let yourself alone take on all of them, and it is also passive, when the time comes, if Li Hui shows a little bit of decline, then he believes that it is difficult to say what the final direction of this temptation will be.

Therefore, Li Hui did not intend to come down.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I don't want to

Once you accept it, then you will be forced to become a passive party from the original active side in an instant.

It wasn't what he wanted.

So Li Hui opened his mouth and said:

"Just because you want to weigh me?"

"Let ......"

Recently, the company has been busy, working overtime every day, getting up at seven o'clock in the morning, going to work at eight o'clock, and going up until seven o'clock in the evening, and then there is time to code words, and halfway through to take a shower and wash clothes, eat dinner or something, so the update will be a little crotch, otherwise I will definitely update 10,000 words every day, so that now I can only guarantee four or five thousand words a day, crying to death ~ woo woo ~ (End of chapter)