Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

Just when Yang Jian was about to withdraw his hand, something unusual happened again.

To be precise, something strange appeared in the painting.

A terrifying black shadow appeared at the edge of the painting. The shadow looked like a person entering the shabby room in the painting.

The next second.

Yang Jian's face suddenly changed.

He clearly felt that the hand he had put into the painting felt something strange.

It seemed as if someone had suddenly grabbed it.

Yang Jian immediately looked in the direction of the painting.

Then he saw that the half-black figure that had just appeared in the painting stretched out a blurry black hand to cover his palm.

The most important thing was that Yang Jian could clearly feel that as the black figure touched him, his body began to be pulled into the painting little by little.

However, this was not Yang Jian being pulled into the painting by the figure in the painting.

Instead, the painting was actively sticking to Yang Jian, as if it wanted to swallow Yang Jian in.

"Is there a ghost in this painting?"

Yue Li on the side also discovered the abnormality.

And he also saw Yang Jian's predicament.

Yue Li immediately reached out and grabbed the oil painting that was approaching Yang Jian, and then shouted:

"Get out!"

Although Yue Li did not have the ability to make his words come true, and he did not use the supernatural power of deceiving ghosts just now, Yue Li inherited countless abilities of starving ghosts.

But some of them are supernatural powers related to sound.

Some of them even have the law of death.

When Yue Li shouted just now, Yue Li used supernatural powers, and it was a superposition of multiple sound-type supernatural powers.

Then Yang Jian felt that the hand that was stretched into the oil painting loosened.

Then without any hesitation, he pulled it out of the oil painting directly.

And the blurred black outline of the human figure in the oil painting seemed to be attacked by the supernatural power in Yue Li's voice.

The figure shook a little, and it was a little twisted and blurred.

Then, the figure disappeared from the oil painting.

"I was careless, I should have used the ghost hand just now." A cold light flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

He just grabbed the spear with his ghost hand because he was worried that something unexpected would happen in the lobby on the fifth floor, after all, a fierce ghost had attacked Room 507 before.

That's why he used his ordinary palm to test the oil painting.

But he didn't expect that the oil painting, which seemed harmless, would be in danger.

"Be careful, don't underestimate every painting here. Even if it doesn't look abnormal, there may be unknown fierce ghosts hiding in it."

After repelling the fierce ghost, Yue Li reminded Yang Jian.

Then he reached out and took down the oil painting hanging on the wall.

The oil painting that Yang Jian couldn't take down with great effort just now was taken down very easily by Yue Li at this time.

Yue Li looked at the oil painting in his hand.

He found that the glass bottle was still in the innermost part of the shabby room.

The oil painting also returned to its previous appearance.

Then Yue Li said to Yang Jian:

"I will keep this painting for the time being."

Yang Jian naturally had no objection to this.

Because he knew that if he wanted to get something in the oil painting, he had to take the risk to enter it.

But there are dangers in the oil painting.

However, judging from the situation just now, it seems that the ghost in the oil painting cannot get out of the oil painting.

This is also a good thing.

After seeing that Yang Jian had no objection, Yue Li put the oil painting into the ghost cave.

"Okay, continue the inspection."

After putting the oil painting away, Yue Li began to wander around the fifth floor casually again.

What Yue Li didn't know was that when he really took the black letter out of Room 502, it had a great impact on the outside world.

As the black letter was taken out of the room, the fifth floor of the post office, which had been out of operation for more than ten years, began to operate again.

The curse of the post office also began to appear.

All over the country, strange paths leading to post offices suddenly appeared.

Each of these paths represents a messenger without a building.

Although the mortality rate of post office messengers is very high, after a long period of accumulation, many messengers on the fifth floor have been born.

Previously, there were rumors in the post office that the messengers on the fifth floor might have all died.

But in fact, this is not the case.

It was only because the messenger who went up to the fifth floor later found that the fifth floor was empty and there was no one there, so he had this wrong perception.

In fact, it was because the messenger on the fifth floor did not need to deliver letters, so naturally he did not need to stay in the ghost post office.

Therefore, basically all of them chose to leave the post office and live in cities across the country, hiding their identities.

Now with the appearance of the black letter, it means that the letter delivery mission will start again, so the ghost post office resumes operation.

And it begins to summon the messenger on the fifth floor to return to the post office.

In an ordinary residential building in a community in a certain city.

A man in his forties, wearing pajamas and smoking on the balcony, frowned deeply at the path that appeared:

"After such a long time, I didn't expect the post office to start operating again. The thing I was most worried about before really happened;

It seems that the black letter has been taken by the new messenger who went upstairs and taken out of Room 502.

It's all my fault that I haven't paid attention to the post office for too long. I thought that as long as I left the letter in that room and made some arrangements, everything would be safe and peaceful.

But the fate of the messenger still seems to be unchangeable. "

The man's face was full of emotion, regret, and disappointment.

At this moment, a cute child about ten years old suddenly ran over from the room behind him, took the man's hand, and said:

"Dad, Mom told you not to smoke on the balcony, go back to sleep."

Hearing the child's voice, the man suddenly came back to his senses, and the expression on his face disappeared immediately, turning into a trace of loving look.

The man rubbed his forehead with some hair loss, then smiled and said to the child:

"Okay, okay, go tell Mom that I will go to bed after smoking this cigarette."

"Don't lie. "

After saying this, the cute child immediately ran away.

The middle-aged man was left standing alone on the balcony.

Looking at the child's back, the smile on the man's face gradually disappeared, and his face began to become gloomy.

The middle-aged man flicked his finger and threw the cigarette butt into the trash can next to him:

"No matter who it is, no matter whether they are good or bad, anyone who dares to touch the black letter should be killed. The curse of the messenger has ended and should not continue. "

Although the man knew that their original arrangement would not always work, they had been living in peace for so many years.

He had gotten used to his current life, with a loving wife and lovely children.

Once the post office was back in operation, all of this would become a thing of the past.

This was something the man absolutely could not accept.

In order to not disrupt his current life, there was only one way, which was to take back the black letter and put it in Room 502.

Restore the previous arrangement.

For this, he would do anything, even kill people.

Thinking of this, the expression on the man's face suddenly became murderous, and his eyes were very firm.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, then turned around and returned to the house.

At this time, the lights in the room flickered.

"Wife, I have something urgent to do and need to go out."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he walked out the door in his pajamas and slippers.