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Yang Jian sat on the black Taishi chair, and there was another chair opposite him.
Through this method, they trapped the recipient between the two chairs, making it impossible for him to leave. After waiting for a while, the weird and mysterious recipient finally emerged.
It was a blurry figure, but it could still be judged that the figure was sitting opposite Yang Jian at the moment, with a straight figure.
Only he can see this blurred figure, and others can't see it at all, because they don't have the black master chair as a medium, and this blurred figure is getting clearer and clearer, as if seeping through the chair from an unknown spiritual place Similarly, it seemed that Yang Jian himself was also affected.
Perhaps it wasn't the recipient who appeared, but Yang Jian appeared to the recipient instead.
People who do not exist in reality seem to have an intersection at this moment.
Yang Jian stared at the person in front of him.
The blurry figure became more and more real, and at the same time, the person's appearance and facial features were gradually revealed.
Before the complete presentation of the letter, Yang Jian can be sure that the recipient is not a ghost.
Because the face looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, he was recalling, digging out the past memory fragments, and seemed to want to recall this small detail.
Where on earth have I seen this person.
No.
It should be said that I have seen this slightly familiar face somewhere.
"Is it the person on one of the tombstones of the five old graves in the old forest?" Yang Jian thought about it, but quickly denied it.
Although there are indeed a few unfamiliar faces on the photo on the tombstone, they are all different from the person in front of me. To put it more directly, none of the photos on the tombstone are as perfect as the person in front of me.
Yes.
Perfect.
To describe it better, it is handsome.
This is a very handsome man, but his face is pale, as if there is no blood, and his eyes reveal a kind of inexplicable numbness. Numb, it seems that the recipient has suffered a lot of torture.
"By the way, I remembered."
Yang Jian stared at the person who became clearer in front of his eyes, and remembered more and more things in his mind. Finally, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a memory fragment was confirmed.
He has never seen this person, but he has seen a portrait of this person.
A portrait of this person once appeared on the living room wall of Room 31 in Okawa City.
It was a portrait oil painting of a person, and it looked like a photo from the period of the Republic of China. The person in the painting was a handsome young man, well-dressed.
"That person should be dead, why did he appear here?" Yang Jian was puzzled and puzzled in his mind.
The figure of the man who emerges is close to the real state at this moment, but it seems that he has been disturbed and hindered, but the figure is not complete. Some parts of the body cannot be fully presented, and the incomplete parts are still blurred.
"There is no such man in the old tomb without a seat, so this man is the seventh person in this ancient house?"
"Then what is the relationship between him and the old woman in Room 31?"
A mystery emerged.
There seems to be some involvement in this. There is room 301 in this ancient house, and there are some connections with the ghost post office, which leads to some stories about ghost masters in the Republic of China.
It's just that as soon as this thought appeared in Yang Jian's mind, he immediately suppressed it.
There is no point in thinking about this.
Without hesitation, Yang Jian immediately took out the red letter and stretched it over, trying to put it in the recipient's hand.
As long as the letter is sent successfully, the task this time will be completed, and the rest will be simple.
However, the recipient's numb eyes turned slightly, staring at the red letter in Yang Jian's hand, and did not reach out to pick it up, and the hands never raised, instead, after a long silence, he let out a soft sigh , This sound of emotion seems to be full of loss and helplessness, and there is also a kind of relief.
"He can see my letter."
"But he doesn't want to take the letter."
"He is sighing, which means that the content of the letter is not important. The red letter is more like a signal, a signal for communication between ghost masters in the Republic of China."
"When the signal appears, he already understands everythingIf it turns into a ghost, it will be the most vicious ghost.
So after completing the task of delivering the letter, the best way is to stay away, leave here far away, and never come back.
"Walk."
Yang Jian didn't dare to linger, he felt that the task of delivering the letter this time was not easy and had a lot to do with it.
So at this moment, he hurriedly passed the old man's corpse on the black master chair in front of him, and then quickly moved away.
He came to the lobby, grabbed Li Yang and carried it on his back, and said to the others: "Follow me."
The others did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly followed.
Everyone left the lobby, walked along the patio, went to the front yard, and then tried to leave here. They didn't dare to go outside directly, because there were also ghosts in the old forest outside.
Now that the task of delivering the letter has been completed, leaving alive is the key.
"Burn the letter paper and see if you can go back to the post office directly." Yang Jian said.
Yang Xiaohua had prepared the letter paper a long time ago, and she immediately lit a fire, igniting a piece of black letter paper.
The black letter paper is like a black incense burning, a puff of smoke drifts and gathers together, and a strange and curved path emerges in front of the eyes. At the end of this path stands an old building. The door of the building can be seen from a distance. There are also colorful neon lights in front of it.
"The road to the post office has appeared, and the letter has really been delivered." Yang Xiaohua said pleasantly.
They were worried that the road to the post office would not appear after the letter was successfully delivered, but now it seems that the road still appeared.
The retreat method of the post office is still very remote, and the way to the post office can be opened in this kind of place.
"Road, what road? Why didn't I see it?" Zhou Deng said suddenly.
He didn't see the way to the post office
Because he is not a messenger, there is no way to use this road to go to the post office.
"I can't control that much anymore." Liu Qingqing said, she immediately set foot on this path quickly, trying to return to the post office along this path.
But then a frightening scene appeared.
The road to the post office in the distance is disappearing, the whole road seems to be affected by something, and there is no way to maintain the road.
Standing not far away and looking at it, it feels like the whole path has been erased by something alive.
"What's going on?" Liu Qingqing hurriedly retreated in fright.
Because the road ahead has been cut off and disappeared, she is worried that if she continues walking, she will also disappear along with her.
"Here comes that thing." Yang Jian's face immediately became ugly just because of this.
He knows this ability to erase ghosts.
It was on the old man.
at the moment.
The old man is afraid that the real ghost has been revived.
"Bang! Bang!"
There were two sounds from the old house behind him. It was the sound of the black grand master's chair hitting the ground.
The chair moved.
This shows that the corpse of the old man on the chair has also moved.
"The night of returning to the soul is here. Sure enough, the old man's ghost has been revived, but I have guessed so much, and I never thought that the old man's will be revived in this way." Yang Jian took a deep breath.
"Leave this old house first, at worst, go to that road to stop the ghost bus." Zhou Deng said.
He also felt very bad.
Try to open the gate.
However, he found that the door that could be easily pushed open now seemed to be stuck and could not be shaken a little bit.
"The door can't be opened." Zhou Deng looked at Yang Jian with a hint of surprise.
"How about climbing over the wall? This wall is not high." Yang Xiaohua said.
Li Yangdao: "Over the wall? You can figure it out. You can't even open the door, but you can get out by over the wall? This whole old house has been affected by the supernatural. If you over the wall, you may be able to go from the front hall to the lobby, don't believe it I'll try to show you."
After finishing speaking, he randomly threw a small object from his body.
The small object flew over the courtyard wall, but there was no response from the outside, and instead appeared in the ancient house behind it.
"Did you hear that? The things I threw didn't fall outside, but fell in this ancient house. In other words, we are all trapped now." Li Yang said.
He has experienced many supernatural events, and he is no stranger to such supernatural phenomena.
In this kind of place, everything is chaotic.
"No matter how weird the place is, there is an exit, and you can leave if you find it." Zhou Deng stroked his chin and said, "This is a kind of spiritual loophole, I understand."
Yang Jian gave him a surprised look.
Although what Zhou Deng said was not very clear, the truth is true.
All the supernatural places have a gap connecting reality, but this gap is very difficult to find, no, it should be said that it is basically impossible to find, and ordinary people will be trapped to death.
"Yiaojing, you can leave Tianjing." Suddenly, Liu Qingqing said in a strange voice.
Yang Jian looked at her.
Liu Qingqing was a little confused and said, "Did I just talk?"
"Is it getting out of control again?"
Yang Jian frowned. The voice just now seemed a bit special, not like Liu Qingqing's own, but more like the voice of a woman from the Republic of China period. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)It's a supernatural loophole, I understand. "
Yang Jian gave him a surprised look.
Although what Zhou Deng said was not very clear, the truth is true.
All the supernatural places have a gap connecting reality, but this gap is very difficult to find, no, it should be said that it is basically impossible to find, and ordinary people will be trapped to death.
"Yiaojing, you can leave Tianjing." Suddenly, Liu Qingqing said in a strange voice.
Yang Jian looked at her.
Liu Qingqing was a little confused and said, "Did I just talk?"
"Is it getting out of control again?"
Yang Jian frowned. The voice just now seemed a bit special, not like Liu Qingqing's own, but more like the voice of a woman from the Republic of China period. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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