Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 58 Invitation from the Post Office

sunset.

Dahai City, in a high-end community.

An unknown strangeness suddenly arrived, crossing space and covering a house silently.

Even the nearby ghost masters were unable to detect this terrifying supernatural phenomenon, because its target was only one person from beginning to end.

"...Is it going to be seven days so soon?" Jiang Dan murmured softly as he looked at the path outside the window.

The experience seven days ago was like a dream, so much so that she almost forgot that she was involved in some strange incident.

She didn't even join the so-called messenger mission, and she didn't pay much attention to the fact that she had become a messenger.

The post office would not let her go just because of Jiang Dan's failure. The path in the darkness gradually approached, and the shadow of the building in the distance unknowingly narrowed the distance between them.

But Jiang Dan didn't seem to be in a hurry, and even walked to the dressing table leisurely, intending to adjust his makeup.

Anyway, this is not the first time that I have encountered danger. Jiangdan has experienced countless accidents since he was a child, including car accidents, high-altitude objects thrown, fires...

But each time she survived unscathed.

"Bam—"

The door to the bedroom was opened with an unknown force. The living room outside the door had disappeared, leaving only a mud path winding in the darkness.

"It seems I didn't have time to put on makeup, but the people I met there seemed to be very mysterious. They shouldn't be attracted to me, right?"

Jiang Dan prayed silently in his heart, gave up the idea of ​​putting on makeup, and instead put on a thick coat.

At the end of the darkness, a neon sign kept flashing, like an enthusiastic old woman soliciting customers.

"Hurry, hurry, it's true."

She took one last look at the variety show on TV before reluctantly stepping into the darkness.

At the same time, Zhang Qian, who was far away in the flower market, also felt some kind of call.

Within his perception, a unique supernatural power seeped out of thin air and soon enveloped the surrounding space.

The cold breath came through the air, which was very similar to the feeling the envelope gave him at that time.

"Clap."

The phone screen lit up, and it was already close to six o'clock, but the date on it happened to be the eighth day after the first delivery of the letter.

"I came so late, I thought the post office was going to close down." Zhang Qian opened the window and couldn't help but muttered as she looked at the familiar scene outside the window.

He got up early in the morning to pack his things, but who knew that the post office would wait until evening to pick up people.

Picking up the special backpack, Zhang Qian climbed out of the window without hesitation.

"Snapped."

As soon as he landed, the wall behind him disappeared.

It was replaced by the same winding dirt path, but the end point of the post office could be clearly seen on the path in front of Zhang Qian, but the path extending back had no end in sight and no one knew where it led.

"Is the space transfer due to the ghost realm? It's just that the scope is really scary. The messengers in the post office come from all over the world, but this ghost post office can bring us together across such a long distance."

When I first saw it, I just thought it was magical. Now that I have more information, I can understand the horror of the ghost post office.

"According to Wang Xiaoming, ghosts with ghost realms are already very rare. The largest ghost realm recorded by the headquarters only covers a hundred meters, but this ghost post office can easily span thousands of miles. It is hard to imagine that such a ghost can be controlled by people. …”

Luo Wensong, what kind of ghost controller is he?
Zhang Qian didn't say the last sentence, he just whispered to himself in his heart.

Exploring the story behind the ghost post office is what interests him most in this operation.Otherwise, if we hide in the safe house, can the ghost post office still guard the door and not leave?

The surrounding darkness is still thick, or it is not darkness, but some kind of supernatural being that looks like darkness.

Occasionally, strange phantoms can be seen appearing and disappearing inside. I don't know if they are ghosts wandering around or if the ghost master accidentally gets lost in them.

Although he was curious, Zhang Qian did not commit suicide and go into the darkness just because his strength increased greatly.

This place gave him a very weird feeling. If Guizhu felt an absolute sense of security, then this place had an ultimate sense of danger.

"I didn't feel this way when I came here for the first time. Is it because my perception has become stronger because of my improved cultivation?" Zhang Qian couldn't help but stroke his forehead.

Every nerve was warning, as if a sharp blade was pressing against his forehead, and his body's instinct was urging Zhang Qian to leave this strange place.

Fortunately distance is meaningless here.

Not long after walking out, the ghost post office that had just been like a dot became clear.

The Republic of China Building stands outside the darkness, surrounded by a piece of earth that is not corroded by the darkness.

Although it does not reveal any power, the mottled exterior walls and ancient doors and windows tell the vicissitudes of the post office's history.

It actually looks a bit friendly...

Zhang Qian touched his chin, wondering why he had such a strange feeling.

With a creak, the heavy wooden doors opened on both sides, as if to welcome Zhang Qian's arrival.

"Tsk, so enthusiastic, but I didn't bring any gifts, which makes me feel embarrassed." Zhang Qian strode into the front hall without hesitation.

A few days have passed and the environment of the post office has not changed much. There are still those huge portraits around, and the cold and numb eyes continue to move with Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian curiously walked to a relatively close portrait and deliberately stretched out his hand to wave it in front of it.

The person in the painting looks young, and his clothes are relatively modern, with metal zippers and other details visible on them.

"Long time no see. Do you miss me?" Zhang Qian squatted in front of it, took out a stick and poked the portrait in the face.

But the person in the painting just rolled his eyes slightly and did not pay attention to Zhang Qian.

Next, Zhang Qian didn't dare to tease it and made no other moves, as if the portrait was just a supernatural product and had no consciousness of its own.

"You forced me to do this." Zhang Qian warned.

But the person in the painting paid no attention to it, with a faint smile that seemed to be mocking at the corner of his mouth.

He is indeed a human being...

That's fine.

Zhang Qian took a look around and saw that there were nearly a hundred oil paintings in the hall alone. Although only some of them were portraits, the number was terrifying.

It seems that tattoo parlors also use portraits to seal up living people. Could it be that they were copied by a ghost post office?
"If I'm not wrong, do you really want to come out, but you can't find a way to come out?"

The young man remained unmoved, his expression still cold and numb.

The new guy was right, but so what?Does it affect him being trapped in this damn painting?

Zhang Qian continued: "Do you want to make a deal? Tell me some information you know, and I will release you."

Hearing this, the person in the painting was not moved at all, and even laughed without concealment.

What those old guys said makes sense, and guarding these new messengers is always fun.

You sound so crazy, do you think you are a legendary manager?
(End of this chapter)