Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

Just when Yue Li was about to go somewhere else, he suddenly felt a strong sense of strangeness;

Yue Li immediately turned around and looked in the direction where he felt the abnormality.

Although the whole hall was dark at this time, Yue Li could clearly see through his ghost eyes that it was the direction of the wall full of oil paintings.

The next moment, Yue Li saw a scene that made him feel creepy.

The old and new oil paintings of people hanging on the walls of the lobby, all looked at him and Yang Jian at the same time.

The portraits of people that should have been still seemed to come alive at this moment, and the eyes of the people in the paintings were moving restlessly.

They were all looking at him and Yang Jian with strange eyes.

Yang Jian, who was standing next to him, also noticed this and froze all over.

Although they all knew that there was something wrong with the paintings on the wall, they only thought that there might be problems with a few of them.

But they didn't expect that all the paintings seemed to have problems.

Although Yue Li was also a little surprised about this, he was more interested.

Because he had discovered before that the oil paintings here seemed to hide a deep secret, but no matter how he checked, he could not find any clues.

Now these oil paintings have changed after the lights were turned off;

Although they looked more weird, they also revealed an opportunity for exploration.

"Let's go and take a look."

Yue Li showed a weird smile at the corner of his mouth.

Then, without waiting for Yang Jian's reaction, he walked directly towards the wall full of oil paintings.

Yang Jian's palm holding the golden spear tightened immediately, and a solemn look flashed across his face.

Then he followed Yue Li to the direction of the oil paintings.

He also wanted to see what secrets these oil paintings had.

Just as the two walked towards the oil paintings, Yue Li clearly felt that the eyes of the people in the oil paintings were still fixed on them.

This further proved that the characters in these oil paintings were not just portraits.

When Yue Li stood in front of these oil paintings, he saw more clearly that the eyes of the characters in the oil paintings on the wall were all really on him and Yang Jian.

This time it was not a feeling.

Because he could see that originally many of the characters in the portraits were facing other directions, but now they were all facing them.

Yue Li could clearly sense that these oil paintings also revealed various looks;

Some were looking, some were fierce, some were numb, and some were laughing.

These looks were not quite the same.

Such complex looks made it hard to believe that these portraits were evil spirits.

After discovering this, Yue Li's heart suddenly moved.

He found that his previous guess might be a bit too arbitrary, and the oil paintings here might not be simple evil spirits.

Because ghosts don't have so many looks, most of the evil spirits have empty, dead, and weird eyes.

Yue Li even suspected that these oil paintings were some kind of special lenses;

and some special existences were peeping at them through these oil paintings.

"It seems that all the oil paintings of people here seem to have problems?"

Just as Yue Li was thinking, Yang Jian looked at these oil paintings of people on the wall with vigilant eyes.

He also found the abnormality of these oil paintings.

To be more precise, it was the abnormality of the characters in the paintings.

Yang Jian also noticed the gazes of the characters in the paintings, and even the painting of his father was staring at him at this time.

This weird atmosphere made Yang Jian a little nervous.

Yue Li felt Yang Jian's nervousness, turned his head and looked at Yang Jian, and then said softly:

"Relax, don't worry too much, although I don't know the reason, but these portraits are different from ghost paintings after all;

The people in the paintings seem unable to get out of the paintings and walk out of the paintings."

Hearing Yue Li's words, Yang Jian was stunned, and then looked at the paintings on the wall in front of him seriously.

He found that what Yue Li said was indeed correct.

Although the people in the portraits hanging on the wall have only looked at them from the beginning to now, and have not really taken action.

After confirming this, Yang Jian's hand holding the golden spear also relaxed a little.

At this time, Yue Li looked at the paintings in front of him again, with a strange look in his eyes;

"Interesting, is it that the people in these portraits can't do anything? Or is it that due to some insufficient conditions, the people in these oil paintings;

No, it should be said that the special existences in these oil paintings are still temporarily bound and can't do anything?"

Yue Li secretly analyzed in his heart.

At the same time, he thought of the ghost painting outside.

In the past, Yue Li had suspected that these oil paintings and ghost paintings in the post office might have the same origin.

Now it seems that these oil paintings in the post office seem to be much inferior to ghost paintings.

Could it be that the ghost painting outside broke free from its constraints for some special reason?

Or, even among these oil paintings in the ghost post office, the ghost painting is the most special one?

No matter which one it is, what can be confirmed now is that the ghost painting outside has a great relationship with these oil paintings in the ghost post office.

Perhaps some clues can be found through the ghost painting outside.

Thinking of this, Yue Li immediately thought of the derivative of the ghost painting that Li Yue had left in his hands.

Now this derivative ghost painting is in Yue Li's hands.

He even had the urge to take it out.

But this urge was suppressed by Yue Li in an instant.

At least before more clues were obtained, Yue Li did not want to do it for the time being, and could not do it.

No one knew if the ghost painting and the oil paintings in the post office were put together, would cause any horrible changes.

Facing endless unknowns, even Yue Li had to be cautious in his heart.

Just as Yue Li was thinking about the relationship between the ghost painting and these oil paintings, Yang Jian's eyes were fixed on a half-man-high oil painting.

Because Yang Jian clearly sensed the malicious eyes revealed in this painting.

And it was the most malicious among all the oil paintings.

Yang Jian had no doubt that if the characters in the portrait could break free, they would definitely attack him immediately.

How could Yang Jian not care about this.

Yang Jian began to look at the oil painting carefully.

The painting shows a middle-aged man with a numb expression and a slightly dull look, like an old farmer.

Behind the man is a deserted and messy field, but vaguely, there seems to be a huge tomb standing in the distance of the field.

Apart from this, Yang Jian did not find any other abnormal places.

And Yang Jian can be sure that he has never seen the man in the portrait.

This makes Yang Jian even more confused. Where does the malice of the man in the portrait come from?

"There are still too few clues. I can't see anything."

After observing for a while, Yang Jian's mood suddenly became a little helpless.

Because apart from the malicious eyes, he didn't find anything else valuable.