Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

After observing for a while, Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

He didn't find any valuable clues at all.

As for the malicious look of the man in the portrait, Yang Jian didn't care much when he was sure that the person in the portrait couldn't break free from the oil painting.

Not to mention that the man in the portrait couldn't leave the portrait, it couldn't have a substantial impact on him.

Even if there was something wrong with the man in the portrait, he was not a vegetarian.

Once he found something abnormal, Yang Jian would use the hatchet in his hand to dismember him without hesitation.

He is no longer a weakling now, and he is also a top existence in the supernatural circle.

Even if he faces an unsolvable ghost, he has the capital to fight against it with his current strength. Even if there is a problem with the oil painting in front of him, Yang Jian has the confidence to face it.

Even if he can't solve it completely, he can protect himself and temporarily suppress the ghost.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian looked at the man in the oil painting again.

And the man in the painting did not hide his malice towards Yang Jian at all.

It just stared at Yang Jian like that.

Even though Yang Jian already knew that the man in the painting could not escape from the painting for the time being, the man's gaze still made him feel uneasy and unable to relax his vigilance.

It seemed that the man in the painting was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity for Yang Jian to relax.

At that time, he would give Yang Jian the most terrible attack.

Just when Yang Jian was considering whether to use a hatchet to cut the painting in front of him, something strange happened suddenly;

"Here, here"

Yang Jian suddenly heard a strange whispering voice.

This voice seemed to appear directly next to Yang Jian's ear. Although the sound was not loud, Yang Jian heard it clearly.

Moreover, this voice was very guiding, as if to guide Yang Jian to a certain place.

Yang Jian subconsciously looked in a direction that attracted him;

"It's one of the paintings."

He looked at the painting carefully and found that it was a huge painting as tall as a person, hanging on a high place on the wall of the hall.

However, this painting was not a portrait, it was a landscape painting.

The scenery in the painting was a strange old forest shrouded by a black moon.

The trees in the old forest were sparse and leafless, like dried corpses, standing on the ground twisted and deformed, as if they had experienced a fire.

However, it is worth noting that in the black dead wood forest, there was a charred arm sticking out from the ground.

It seemed to try to crawl out from the ground.

It seemed to be accusing some kind of unwillingness.

But the charred arm did not move, just standing there quietly. If you don't observe carefully, you will only be ignored as a branch.

At this time, Yang Jian could still clearly hear the whispering voice coming from the oil painting.

The strange call seemed to have some strange and strong bewitching nature, which could make people unable to help but walk into the painting.

Although Yang Jian noticed this, he didn't care much.

Because he is now an alien and can't feel this influence, even if the whispers kept ringing in his ears, his mind remained clear.

He was not tempted by the strange voice.

However, the next second, Yang Jian's face showed a surprised look.

Although his will was still clear and he was not bewitched by the voice, his body began to move towards the painting involuntarily.

It was as if his body had its own ideas.

Just as Yang Jian slowly approached the huge landscape painting, the charred arm that stretched out from the ground in the painting suddenly moved.

The charred arm stretched longer and longer, as if the picture was distorted. Finally, several charred fingers ignored the obstruction of the painting and stretched out from the portrait.

At this moment, the scenery in the painting became real.

Or to be more precise, the spirit in the painting began to invade the fifth floor of the post office.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's face suddenly changed.

Although he didn't know what kind of spirit the scenery in the painting and the arm represented, he could imagine that it was absolutely terrifying.

Yang Jian didn't dare to imagine what would happen if he really walked in front of the painting and came into contact with the things in the painting.

He wanted to stop his body, but at this moment, his body seemed to not belong to him, and he was already approaching the oil painting with a stiff step.

If an ordinary person or an ordinary ghost rider faced such a situation, he might really feel anxious;

But after the initial surprise, Yang Jian regained his composure.

Because he still had many ways to deal with such changes.

"Pah!"

But before Yang Jian could do anything, a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.

The next second.

Yang Jian clearly felt that the strange, special, and supernatural power that affected his body was isolated.

The feeling of losing control of his body also disappeared at the same time.

The whispering voice beside his ear disappeared immediately.

"Be careful, these oil paintings here are not simple. Although they are not as good as the ghost painting outside, they cannot be underestimated."

At this time, Yue Li walked out slowly from behind Yang Jian.

It turned out that when the supernatural power of the landscape painting just now began to invade the fifth floor, Yue Li instantly sensed the abnormality.

And like Yang Jian, Yue Li also heard the strange, bewitching voice.

Yue Li's will was the same as Yang Jian's, and was not affected at all, but unlike Yang Jian, Yue Li's body was also not affected.

The reason why Yang Jian's body was affected was that Yang Jian became an alien with a ghost, and Yang Jian's current true body was actually a ghost.

As for the body, it was just an external device used for convenience.

But Yue Li was different.

Yue Li's current essence was an invading ghost, and it was a fierce ghost that completely invaded and replaced the starving ghost.

His body was a treasure bottle made of starving ghosts.

As for the current body, it was just a product of Yue Li's supernatural power, and in essence it was also a part of Yue Li's supernatural power.

It was completely integrated with Yue Li.

That strange voice could not affect Yue Li's supernatural power, and naturally it could not affect his body.

Although it was not affected, Yue Li still found the huge landscape painting along the supernatural power.

At the same time, he also found Yang Jian whose body was affected.

So there was the previous scene.

Of course, Yue Li also knew that even if he did not take action, Yang Jian would still be able to isolate the influence of the spirit in the painting on him.

But in order to prevent any accidents, Yue Li still took action.

After all, Yang Jian was very close to the painting just now.

After confirming that there was no problem on Yang Jian's side, Yue Li immediately retracted his arm on Yang Jian's shoulder.

When he put his hand on Yang Jian just now, Yue Li also used the repel spirit to directly repel the spirit that affected Yang Jian's body.

Without the influence of the spirit, Yang Jian's body naturally returned to normal.