Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 303 Three Fingers
It was a landscape painting of a farmhouse, with endless golden rice, a scarecrow standing in the middle of the rice field, a thatched hut beside the rice field, and more importantly, an old man standing on the path, who was a hunched, He has a very thin figure, but he gives the impression that he is full of strength.

He was carrying a hoe on his shoulder. It was the ghost that Lu An met on the bus that time, and it was also the ghost that he had the idea of ​​snatching.

The old man carrying a hoe is inextricably linked to the rice fields, and the thatched hut should be where the old man lives.

There are too many gazes staring at Yang Jian and Lu An, not only this oil painting, but also some figure oil paintings in other places reveal various gazes, some gazes are sizing up, some are ferocious, Some eyes are numb, some are laughing.
"The people in these portraits just look at us and can't do it, or the conditions are not enough, the people in these oil paintings can't do it, or the oil painting is a kind of restriction, trapping them inside." Lu An said.

"From this point of view, the ghost painting should be a special existence. It is certain that he was lost from the post office, and it is different from the oil paintings on these walls." Yang Jian said.

crunch~
At this moment, there was a slight sound, and the door of the hall on the fifth floor was blown by a cold wind at some point, and slowly opened.

A staircase leading downstairs appeared in front of my eyes.

This stair step is different from the stair step in the daytime. The stair step in the daytime is incomplete, but the current step is intact. It seems that through this special stairway, you can return to the fourth floor and the third floor of the post office. , second floor.
"Would you like to take a look?" Yang Jian said.

Since Lu An has the ability to predict, he should know the good or bad direction of things.

"The most important thing right now is to understand the secrets of the fifth floor. It doesn't matter where this place leads. It might be a trap." Lu An said.

The two continued to walk, and Yang Jian's footsteps stopped. Lu An had the influence of ghost play resistance consciousness in his mind, but he was not affected by it.

Lu An saw Yang Jian's footsteps began to move, and the target was a huge oil painting on the other side.

In the painting is a landscape, a strange old forest shrouded in a black moon.

The trees in the old forest are sparse, without leaves, like dry corpses, standing on the ground twisted and deformed, as if they have experienced a fire, but it is worth noting that in the black old forest with dead trees, there is a The scorched black arm stretched out from the ground, as if trying to crawl out of the ground.

But the scorched black arm didn't move, it just stood there quietly. If you don't observe carefully, it will be ignored as a branch.

The weird call was still ringing, and the voice was so bewitching that people couldn't help but walk into the painting.

Lu An saw that as Yang Jian approached, the charred arm in the sparse old forest in the oil painting suddenly moved. At this moment, the scene in the oil painting seemed to have become real. The scorched black arms stretched longer and longer, as if the picture was distorted, and finally a few scorched black fingers ignored the obstruction of the oil painting and stretched out.

Naturally, Yang Jian also sensed the danger, and immediately prepared to forcibly control his body. The black ghost shadow quickly covered his whole body, and his steps that wanted to continue walking stopped.

Lu Anke would not let go of the opportunity to try. When those scorched black fingers stretched out, he swung the boning knife in his hand, and swung it three times in succession to match the number of fingers stretched out.

It seems that it was because Yang Jian was free from that interference, or maybe he felt Lu An's murderous intent. The three scorched fingers wanted to retract into the painting, but the bone razor was faster, and the three mortal attacks had arrived. Three pitch-black fingers were cut off one after another.

Yang Jian watched the landscape painting warily, stepped back a few steps, and at the same time saw the three pitch-black fingers that fell on the ground.

Lu An walked forward and took three pitch-black fingers in his hands to look carefully. It was not the time to study, so he put these three fingers into the last golden body bag. Although it was a bit wasteful, but think about these three fingers The specificity of , nor is it particularly wasteful.

"Oil paintings can now be divided into landscape portraits and objects. Portraits just stare at you or show malicious intent, while landscapes are about to kill people directly." Lu An said.

"Items may also be very dangerous. Among so many oil paintings, there must be many dangerous ones, but I'm a little curious, why haven't you been disturbed by the supernatural power?" Yang Jian said.

Lu An touched Yang Jian with one hand, and the ghost play rang in Yang Jian's mind for a moment, then stopped abruptly.

"So you've been running a ghost show in your mind? It's because this ghost show prevents the supernatural power from interfering with you." Yang Jian's eyes showed a strange look. If this is the case, aren't you worried about the recovery of the ghost?

"It's just a special state, and this is done to enhance the compatibility, after all, it's different from your ghost image." Lu An said.

Yang Jian was silent for a while. He understood Lu An's thoughts. This is almost how the heterogeneity was achieved. For example, although he replaced the ghost image, some of the ghost image's characteristics remained, and sometimes he had an incomparable desire for a body. , This is the influence of the ghost image on him.

The two stayed away from the oil paintings in the lobby on the fifth floor, and looked towards those rooms.

Room 501 and 502 are suspected to be problematic, currently 501 has been identified, and room 502 may be a messenger, but he has a certain purpose, Lu An knows, but he is more concerned about room 504 right now.

Room 507 is occupied by Yang Jian, Lu An, and Li Yang.

The situation of the remaining four rooms 503, 504, 505, and 506 is not yet known. These rooms can continue to be observed.

The two passed by these four rooms and found that all the four rooms were lit with lights. Although the yellow lights were not bright enough, the lights could still be seen through the cracks in the doors, and they were very eye-catching.

The two tried to listen.

"This is the sound of singing, it seems to come from Room 505, in the bedroom of the room, separated by two doors, so it sounds very small, a piece of music, like singing a drama, is an old record player The feeling of playing it is very old-fashioned." Yang Jian said.

"It's in 504, only in room 504 can there be singing. As for 505, it should be affected by some kind of influence." Lu An said.

Said that Lu An tried to use both hands to push the door of 504, but the door of the room did not open. According to his guess, the things in the room may be due to his identity, and the door would open directly. It seems not, or the post office affected something inside.

Just when Lu An was about to use a bone razor to break in, Yang Jian grabbed Lu An and shook his head.

At this time, Lu An had already turned off his ghost domain. Although the visibility of his sight became lower, the ghost play in his mind was running faster, which could prevent him from being disturbed by supernatural power like Yang Jian just now.

It's not that he is stingy with using his own supernatural power, but that he feels it is completely unnecessary. The happy clothes and the ghost show are enough for him to withstand the unexpected death attack. What's more important is that the suppression by the post office is uncomfortable. Light feeling is good.

(End of this chapter)