Mysterious Resurrection

Suddenly, the face of the old man in the oil painting changed, he was no longer calm, but lowered his head slightly, shrouded in a black shadow, his facial features became slightly blurred, and instantly became strange and vicious, like a hidden ghost revealed true face.

The next moment, Lu An's body swayed, and he felt that his right hand wearing a human leather glove seemed to be grabbed by someone, but at this moment his hand also grabbed the other party.

Everyone in the post office was shocked by the sudden strangeness. Even if they had reacted, they had no choice but to watch.

"Be careful." Wang Yong said, since he has chosen to side with Lu An, he will naturally worry about his safety.

The old man in the oil painting actually moved again. One of his hands was restrained by Lu An's right hand wearing a leather glove, while the other hand was dishonest. After returning, there was an extra axe. The head of the ax was used for chopping wood in the countryside. The ax head was red, and the handle was black. There was a clear contrast in the colors, which was particularly eye-catching.

"He's going to cut off one of your hands." Wang Yong reminded.

"If you want to play, I will play with you." Lu An showed a smile that made other people present feel creepy.

The ghost play in his mind quickly invaded the old man through the medium of his hands. The old man obviously felt something and wanted to break free, but it was not that easy. It was very difficult, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

Everyone on the first floor looked at this scene stupidly, especially the scene where the old ghost wanted to break free.

The ten-fold cycle of ghost dramas crazily invaded the old man. This is not the limit. Lu An continued to play with fire, and he continued to increase the upper limit, eleven times, twelve times, thirteen times, until fifteen times.

The next moment, the other hand of the old man holding the red ax and the black ax handle was aimed at him. The ax was extremely sharp, and one of the old man's legs was chopped off by himself, followed by the second leg. It was like a puppet being manipulated, and then the old man pointed at his head.

But at this moment, Liu Qingqing's voice came to Lu An's mind
"What's the situation? I'm in so much pain." Liu Qingqing said.

Lu An secretly smacked his tongue, it's not a good time to wake up, but he woke up at this time, or it may be because his fifteen-fold ghost play woke up Liu Qingqing who was still asleep.

In the current situation, Lu An could only give up the control. Even if the old man regained control of his body, the injury of two legs being cut off is not so easy to recover.

"Come on, there is another world in the oil painting, Sun Rui probably got into it by mistake." Lu An turned to look at Yang Jiandao who was behind him.

Yang Jian didn't hesitate, the two of them belonged to an alliance right now, so he naturally didn't believe that Lu An would trip him up.

The facts were as Yang Jian expected. Lu An brought Yang Jian into the oil painting because he was worried that a group of old people from the Republic of China in the oil painting would attack him, but it was different with Yang Jian. right to speak.

Soon the two of them were already submerged in the oil painting, and he disappeared in front of his eyes, but the figures of Lu An and Yang Jian appeared in the oil painting.

Before entering the oil painting, Yang Jian put the spear in his hand on the ground in the hall on the first floor. He didn't think the spear in his hand could be brought into the painting.

Soon the two appeared in the oil painting. They were in a relatively low room at the moment. The room was surrounded by walls, one wall was a window, but the other wall was a painting.

The scene in the painting was actually the scene in the post office. The people in the oil painting were looking at them, and they were also looking at the people in the oil painting, which seemed a little weird.

However, Lu An's attention was not on this, but staring at the old man. This old man is actually not old, but he gives people a very strange feeling. His whole body is cold and frightening. It was drawn.

This old man ghost wanted to escape, it was a special kind of existence in itself.

It's just that Lu An didn't have any intention of letting go, but suddenly, the old man's hand holding the ax swung straight at him.

Lu An didn't have time to dodge, the old man was hiding his clumsiness, his purpose was to lure people in and kill them in a place that was beneficial to him.

All of this was within the range of tolerance. The ax in the old man's hand slashed directly on Lu An's neck without any hesitation. The next moment, blood spattered and his head fell directly to the ground.

The courier who watched all this in the lobby on the first floor of the post office couldn't help being stunned on the spot, the change was really too fast.

While they still had this expression on their faces, the next moment Lu An's body flashed red, and he returned to his previous appearance, as if the scene everyone saw just now was fake.

In just this moment, the old man broke free from Lu An's right hand, and quickly escaped from the closed black door without any hesitation.

"This old man doesn't look like a ghost, but he's not human either. He knows how to play tricks and knows how to create traps that will kill him." Yang Jian said.

"Let's go, Sun Rui's clue should be inside the black wooden door." Lu An said.

Lu An walked in front and was about to push open the black wooden door, but Yang Jian stopped him with his hand. The next moment, the black ghost under Yang Jian's feet took the lead to test the past. After confirming that there was no old woman squatting outside the door, the two took a step forward. Enter the world behind the black door.

It was dark outside the black door, there was no light, but the line of sight was normal, and some things could be seen clearly, but not so clearly.

The two saw a small road, winding and winding, as if leading to a certain place. This road was very familiar, like the road to the ghost post office. The only difference was that this road did not lead to the end, but appeared in the middle. Fork, it seems that you can reach another place along that fork.

Yang Jian and Lu An looked back, and found that there was no small house behind them, only a wall and a door, like a cage at the end of this fork.

The two were vigilant about the situation around them, and walked forward along the path, and soon a fork appeared in front of them, and the original path became two, one left and one right, but the front was dim, and they could not see anything in the distance thing.

At this moment, Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes.

Lu An felt that the suppression of his ghost domain here was stronger than that of the post office. He didn't feel it when he was in that room just now, but now he felt the terrifying suppression when he came out of that room and came here.

Since Yang Jian was by his side this time, Lu An was not going to use Huangquan to explore the way.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes can still be used here, and he feels a familiar oppressive force, which comes from ghost paintings.

It's just that this feeling is not as deep as ghost painting. In ghost painting, ghost eyes are no different from being blind.

Obviously, the suppression of ghosts in this place is weaker than ghost paintings, and it also proves Yang Jian's idea that ghost paintings come from ghost post offices, but there are definitely not many such oil paintings. Ghost paintings should be the most special oil paintings. One of them has the horror of ghost painting level, so the post office messenger can be Karma.