Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian stopped and looked at a shop on the street next to him.

The feeling of peeping just now came from there.

He is a very perceptive person, especially after entering here, he is in a state of high alert, always paying attention to the surrounding situation.

"Go over and have a look."

Yang Jian is also a very brave person now, and even when he is in the ghost painting, he dares to casually investigate the abnormal situation nearby, but he would not be able to hide in time.

He walked towards the shop.

But before Yang Jian could get closer, he saw a figure appearing in the shop.

That person was not the ghost in the ghost painting, it should be a person. Yang Jian could see clearly that it was a European and American woman with blond hair. The woman rushed out with a frightened expression, and then quickly walked towards the city along the street. He ran out deeper and quickly disappeared around a corner in front.

"Foreigner?"

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't stop him, he just hesitated and followed.

"Are they the survivors trapped in the ghost paintings? The ghost painting incident first broke out abroad. Many people died, but the circumstances of the deaths have not been confirmed. There is a high probability that they were involved in the ghost realm of the ghost paintings. and then disappeared mysteriously, could it be that those who disappeared survived in the Hepian ghost realm?"

He guessed so.

But then it felt very unreasonable.

You must know that it has been more than half a year since the last ghost painting incident. Ordinary people would starve to death if they were trapped in this place. How could they still be alive?

"If there is enough food and water, it is not impossible to survive in this place."

Yang Jian, who followed, saw the woman fleeing into a dark building, with some things scattered on the road.

Yang Jian saw a bottle of mineral water left on the ground.

This is something from ghost paintings.

His expression moved slightly, he reached out to pick it up, opened the bottle cap and poured it out.

The cool mineral water flows through your fingers. This is not an illusion created by the ghost world, but real water.

"Can the ghostly realm of ghost paintings change reality?" Yang Jian saw the water stains on the ground, and his eyes showed a bit of surprise.

He thought of the deceitful ghost in Huang Ziya's hands.

It is also a ghost that can affect reality, and can even restore the bodies of living people and change the things around them.

"It's incredible. Even if my ghost realm reaches the sixth level, I still can't make the things in the ghost realm real." Yang Jian thought to himself; "But I guess these things can only exist in ghost paintings. Once they leave the ghost realm, The painting will probably disappear immediately. This is a world that relies on supernatural power to exist."

"To a certain extent, the future is both real and illusory."

"If the world in ghost paintings is real, it is not impossible for survivors to survive."

Although it is difficult to live in this dangerous place, it is still possible. After all, although the probability of encountering ghosts in ghost paintings is very high, you can still survive as long as you avoid the ghosts' killing patterns.

Coupled with the abundant water and food in this place, the conditions for survival are fully met.

"If my inference is correct, then this ghost painting is even more special than I imagined. It is a supernatural thing that can allow living people to live in it."

Yang Jian looked at the building not far away and followed it.

He felt that if anyone could survive here, he should know the situation here very well.

But as he continued to get closer to the surrounding buildings, he found that the style of the buildings next to them had changed again.

The familiar streets of the city have become foreign. The billboards and some slogans are all in English. Some of them he recognizes, but most of them he doesn’t. After all, he is a famous scumbag in the class, and his control of foreign languages ​​is limited to some simple things. The proficiency level of commonly used vocabulary is not even as good as Zhang Wei’s self-study Japanese.

"We have entered the background puzzle of another ghost painting. At the last headquarters meeting, Wang Xiaoming's guess about the ghost painting was correct. The backgrounds on the ghost paintings are consistent." Yang Jian looked behind him.

The puzzle pieces of the two cities are perfectly connected. That side is Big J City, and this side is a certain foreign city.

It's just that the layout of the cities is similar. From a distance, you can't tell them apart at all, and you think they are one city.

"But there is an exit in every ghost painting, and there is also a ghost. I just don't know where the exit is hidden and where the ghost is."

Yang Jian did not let down his guard, he walked into the building.

Normally, he would have lost track of the woman just now, but after he entered, he found that there was a lot of fluorescent material smeared inside the building. These fluorescent materials formed an arrow mark, obviously pointing in a direction.

"Ghosts can't read directions, only living people can, so this arrow sign is for living people to see."

Yang Jian immediately understood the meaning of these signs.

It is not only for calling for help, but also for the convenience of survivors to enter and exit, so that it is not easy to lose their position.

He followed the arrows around the building.

Finally he came to a certain floor and stopped because the arrow sign disappeared here.

"Who are you?" A questioning voice came from the empty floor, but the words were in English.

Yang Jian understood this simple inquiry and said, "I'm just a passerby. By the way, don't any of you speak Chinese?"

Soon, he heard some familiar words coming from around him.

"Fake, another unlucky guy."

"Relax, you're not an evil spirit."

"How long are we going to stay in this damn place."

soon.

A man with an Asian face walked out of a door on the opposite side. This man looked haggard, his eyes were wandering, his figure was very thin, and he seemed to be in a very bad mental state.

"You have to get out of here, your presence will bring us danger," the man warned as he stared at Yang Jian.

"There are indeed survivors of supernatural events." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "How many people have survived here?"

This man was a little strange, because he found that the newcomer in front of him was too calm. Not only was he not afraid at all, but he also took the initiative to mention their affairs.

After hesitating for a moment, the man said: "There are not many left, there are still a dozen left, there were more than 30 people two days ago, but they were accidentally found by ghosts, and many died. How do you know about supernatural events?" "

"It seems that you are still sober and have not lost your mind." Yang Jian looked him up and down: "How long have you lived here?"

"I don't know. I just know that it's been a long time. At first, my girlfriend and I were traveling abroad, and then we ended up here for some unknown reason. At that time, there were many unlucky people like me, but later on there were more and more people alive. Less." The man was listless, silent and depressed.

"Didn't find the exit?" Yang Jian asked again.

"Do you know where the exit is?" The man suddenly became excited.

Yang Jian said; "That's right. After all, the place you enter is the place you exit. This is the rule. It seems that what you know is very limited. That's right. After all, you are ordinary people. It's good to survive in this place. I probably don’t know anything about ghosts either, so in that case I won’t delay you.”

After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait a minute, don't leave yet. Tell me where the exit is. I want to get out of here." As the man spoke, he lost control and cried, holding on to Yang Jian's arm.

Yang Jian looked at him: "Then I have to wait until I finish the work before I can tell you. Not now, and you have been here for so long. You don't mind staying a little longer."

After saying that, he broke away from the man's pull.

But the man seemed to be even more agitated. He shouted: "Guys, this man knows the way out of here. Find a way to keep him."

The words have just been spoken.

Several doors nearby opened, and six or seven people rushed out. These people all had European and American faces. Their eyes were urgent, and their faces showed extremely excited expressions.

"Thank God."

"Unlucky man, take me out of this damn place quickly. I've been here long enough."

"Stop it, bastard, don't even think about running away alone."

After a while, Yang Jian was surrounded by six or seven strong men. In addition, he also saw several women walking out of another room as if they had heard the noise.

Yang Jian took a look.

The man just now was right, there were indeed a dozen ordinary people here who were lucky enough to survive.

They avoided the attacks of ghosts and lived like ants in this supernatural city.

I have to say, this is indeed a miracle.

I've been in really bad shape these past two days. I wrote two chapters in eight hours. It's now four in the morning.