Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1226 - 1192: People We Meet

In the former Ghost Post Office, now the Hell Apartment.

Sun Rui sat on a sofa in the empty first-floor lobby, resting on a cane, calmly staring at the woman in front of him.

She was a woman of almost perfect appearance, extraordinarily beautiful, any man who saw her would find her stunning and captivating.

But Sun Rui wouldn't feel that way.

Sun Rui was a ghost-handler, his body and mind eroded by the supernatural, he no longer had the emotions of a normal person, no matter how beautiful the woman sitting in front of him, he wouldn't be moved in the slightest.

"So, Yang Jian sent you to me because he first wants you to meet Zhang Xiangguang and then solve the mystery of your appearance?"

After a brief conversation, Sun Rui roughly understood why He Yuelian had come.

"That should be it, Mister Sun."

He Yuelian said, "I just don't know whether that Zhang Xiangguang you're talking about is also here? If possible, I hope Mister Sun could arrange for me to meet that Mister Zhang."

Saying this, she glanced around here with slight curiosity.

There were five floors in total, connected by two elevators.

Every floor seemed to have seven rooms, but those rooms were all with doors closed, presumably unoccupied.

What was that?

Suddenly.

He Yuelian saw a woman appear in the corridor on the third floor, with long hair and wearing a floral dress, walking aimlessly like a stiff corpse.

At this moment, Sun Rui knocked on his cane, pulling He Yuelian's attention back.

"Zhang Xiangguang is not here."

"Not here? Then when can he come back?" He Yuelian asked instead.

Sun Rui smiled, coldly: "I think you misunderstood something, the real Zhang Xiangguang was never here, there has always been only me."

"Mister Sun, you're joking, surely there isn't only you here, I just saw a woman on the third floor a moment ago." He Yuelian smiled slightly, but when she looked up at the third floor again, the smile on her face froze instantly.

The woman on the third floor had disappeared.

Moreover, she wasn't on the fourth floor, nor the second floor... as if she vanished.

Sun Rui said: "Sometimes the people you see may not be human, don't forget what this place is, this is hell."

He Yuelian shuddered immediately, cold sweat broke out on her back.

Could it be that the woman she saw just now wasn't alive at all, but a ghost?

There are actually ghosts here.....

At this moment, Sun Rui slowly stood up from the sofa: "The Zhang Xiangguang you wish to see is no longer here, I can only take you to see another Zhang Xiangguang, the purpose Yang Jian sent you here should be this, though you're an ordinary person venturing into supernatural places, touching things you shouldn't, what you'll become in the end, I won't be responsible for."

"Follow me."

Speaking, he walked towards a direction in the lobby.

He Yuelian dared not hesitate, she didn't even dare to stay here alone, she quickly followed up.

This Sun Rui, though appearing strange, at least it could be confirmed he was a living person, and also the person in charge of Dahan City, a positive figure.

Such a person is somewhat worthy of trust.

Actually, Sun Rui was unwilling to bother with this He Yuelian, but he was too bored alone here, having some things to do to pass time was still quite nice, and He Yuelian's arrival was also guided by Yang Jian, so he tried to see if he could unravel the secrets hidden on this woman.

Soon.

Sun Rui came to a wall.

There was nothing on the wall, only a few lights illuminating it.

But the next moment.

Bang!

A sound of something hitting the ground was heard, a large oil painting fell from somewhere unknown, landing right in front.

The oil painting was somewhat old, depicting a building.

It was an old building from the Republic of China Period, at the entrance of the building was written three words: Ghost Post Office.

"The person you are looking for is inside this oil painting." Sun Rui said, "If you have the courage, go inside and find Zhang Xiangguang yourself."

"This painting, you can enter?" He Yuelian found it inconceivable, as if hearing a fairy tale.

Sun Rui said: "You'll know if you can enter by trying."

Although He Yuelian was nervous and uneasy, she thought she'd come this far, met Sun Rui, she absolutely couldn't back down now.

"Alright, I'll try."

He Yuelian cautiously reached out her hand and touched the oil painting in front of her.

Upon contact, something unbelievable happened, her hand gradually sank into the painting, and a hand appeared on the painting, only it seemed to be painted, not quite real.

"So, this is how it is." He Yuelian was at a loss, yet she understood what was happening.

At that moment, she took a step forward with gritted teeth.

Her body was quickly engulfed by the massive oil painting in front of her.

Soon, He Yuelian disappeared, successfully entering the painting.

This is the Ghost Post Office inside the Oil Painting World.

Although not as dangerous as the real Ghost Post Office, Sun Rui knew that within the world of the painting, not only were the portraits left by former couriers, but there were also vengeful spirits imprisoned in the paintings.

For He Yuelian, being an ordinary person, entering was extremely perilous.

But Sun Rui cared somewhat, so he chose the safest painting for her, not opting for the one belonging to Zhang Xiangguang.

Because he couldn't let He Yuelian see Zhang Xiangguang alone.

Who knows what Zhang Xiangguang might do upon seeing He Yuelian, what if he acted immediately?

Hence, he arranged for He Yuelian to meet in the oil painting's Ghost Post Office, where there were other couriers as well, not just Zhang Xiangguang alone.

He Yuelian arrived at the entrance of the Ghost Post Office in the Oil Painting World.

"This place looks exactly like the building outside, just with a different style of decoration, looks like this should be the true face of this place, but it's really incredible, I've actually entered the world inside a painting." He Yuelian's body trembled slightly, whether from fear or excitement was unclear.

Because now He Yuelian had begun to encounter the spooky scenes of the supernatural circle, which had long overturned her understanding.

"An ordinary person can actually come here, it seems the outside has become much more peaceful after changing the administrator, hey, young lady, what are you doing here?" a voice suddenly rang out.

He Yuelian was startled, she looked toward the voice, seeing a man in old clothes with a sunken-eyed dead face walking numbly toward her.

The world of the paintings was interconnected.

This was a person from another painting.

This person was obviously also a courier portrait left by the Ghost Post Office in the past.

"I... I'm here to find someone, someone named Zhang Xiangguang, are you Zhang Xiangguang?" He Yuelian cautiously asked.

"Zhang Xiangguang? Heh, no wonder that guy clings to life, turns out there's still a young lady outside who remembers him." The man with the dead face sneered.

In the world of paintings, one's existence isn't permanent, once forgotten by the outside, they'll disappear, dying out completely.

"That guy is inside, you can go in." the man pointed, doing nothing to He Yuelian.

"Thank you."

He Yuelian dared not stay long, nor did she dare say much to this person who looked like a dead body, thanking quickly and entering the Ghost Post Office in the Painting World at once.

Upon entering.

In the lobby of the Ghost Post Office, there were quite a few people looking at her.

"An ordinary woman? Who is she, how did she get here?"

"Ordinary woman? Are you blind, this person looks exceptional, nearly flawless, no living person could achieve that, this one is a product of the supernatural."

"The Ghost Post Office is now freely accessible to ordinary people?"

"She seems to be looking for someone, is she someone's descendant come seeking lost relatives? Does anyone recognize her, come out and catch up?"

A group from the old era of couriers chatting one after another.

"She's here to find Zhang Xiangguang." At this time, the man with a dead face from outside came in and added.

At once.

Everyone's gaze turned toward one side.

There was a small table, two people sitting at it, playing chess seriously.

One was dressed in a Chinese tunic suit, exuding scholarly air, like a teacher, the other... looked seven to eight parts similar to Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, Mister Yang, you are? You're here too." He Yuelian said, slightly excited.

The man who looked seven to eight parts like Yang Jian didn't raise his head, speaking slowly: "I'm not Yang Jian."

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiangguang beside him immediately showed a bit of astonishment, staring at He Yuelian fiercely.

Clearly, he recognized He Yuelian.

No.

He recognized her face.

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