Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

As Yang Jian entered the oil painting, everyone immediately locked their eyes on the oil painting.

At this time, the situation in the oil painting changed again.

After entering the oil painting, Yang Jian immediately confronted the old man.

Originally, the old man raised his axe to chop off Yang Jian's ghost hand, but a tall black shadow suddenly appeared behind Yang Jian;

Grabbed the old man's arm.

So the axe in the old man's hand naturally couldn't continue to chop down.

Seeing this, the old man immediately had a new reaction.

He immediately retreated.

It looked like he was ready to escape.

But Yue Li knew that this was just the surface.

In fact, it was not the case.

Yue Li noticed that when the old man retreated, Yang Jian's figure also moved uncontrollably.

So to be precise, it should be that the old man was going to drag Yang Jian to some unknown place.

At first, no one else noticed this, but those present were not mediocre people, and soon noticed the abnormality.

"Yang Jian seems to be at a disadvantage after entering the oil painting." Zhou Ze looked a little serious.

"I'll go in and take a look first."

Wang Yong also noticed this, but compared to Zhou Ze's hesitation, he was more sure of it.

After realizing that Yang Jian was at a disadvantage, he walked forward without saying a word, approached the oil painting, and gradually sank into it.

Zhong Yan, Brother Long, and Zhou Ze beside him were all stunned.

Are they all so brave?

Not afraid at all?

Even Yue Li, who was standing by, showed a look of surprise when he saw Wang Yong's actions.

He never thought that Wang Yong would be so straightforward.

Just seeing that Yang Jian seemed to be at a disadvantage, he dared to break into the oil painting and prepare to help Yang Jian.

In fact, Wang Yong made the decision only after understanding the current situation outside, as well as Yang Jian's identity and strength.

He knew very well that they needed a united front and unity and cooperation now.

If they did not actively stand up when they encountered danger, the final result could be imagined.

The most important thing is that Wang Yong knew that he and others joined Yang Jian's team halfway, and they lacked the foundation of trust.

If you want to get more attention in the subsequent actions, you need to show something now.

It must be said that Wang Yong is not only strong, but also good in other aspects.

At least he knows what to do at the right time.

When he saw that Yang Jian seemed to be at a disadvantage in the oil painting, Li Yang's face flashed with an impulse;

He wanted to enter the oil painting to help Yang Jian.

But after a little thought, Li Yang suppressed his thoughts.

He was confident in Yang Jian's strength;

In addition, he needed to stay outside to guard against accidents.

These messengers joined later and were not so trustworthy, so he needed to be careful.

At the same time, he also needed to keep an eye on the supernatural weapon left outside by Yang Jian, so that it could not be stolen.

However, after seeing Wang Yong take the initiative to enter the oil painting, Li Yang's eyes suddenly flashed with a complicated look.

Until this time, he had some trust in the messenger who had just fought with him.

At the same time, seeing someone enter the oil painting to help Yang Jian, Li Yang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"You and Li Yang stay outside, I'll go in and take a look."

At this moment, Yue Li seemed to have thought of something, and a strange look flashed in his eyes when he looked at the oil painting.

He whispered to Ding Hui beside him.

Ding Hui was stunned at first, and then immediately nodded to show that he understood.

Then Ding Hui walked straight to Li Yang.

Seeing this, Yue Li didn't say anything nonsense, and followed him to the oil painting on the counter.

As his figure got closer and closer to the oil painting, his body began to shrink slowly, and when he walked in front of the oil painting, it had become almost the same size as the oil painting.

Yue Li turned around and made a look at Li Yang and Ding Hui, and then his figure gradually sank into the oil painting in front of him.

"Interesting, is this the space in the oil painting? Although it is not as good as the ghost painting world at the beginning, it also has a similar feeling."

With a flash of light in front of his eyes, Yue Li found that he had entered the oil painting.

At this moment, they were in a relatively cramped room, with walls on all four sides, a window on one wall, and a painting on the other wall.

The scene in the painting was actually the scene in the post office.

Li Yang, Ding Hui, Zhong Yan, Brother Long, and others all appeared vividly in the oil painting on the wall.

At this time, the people in the oil painting were looking at them, and he was also looking at the people in the oil painting.

This strange feeling, even Yue Li felt a little weird.

However, after Yue Li casually looked at the environment, he retracted his attention and looked at another place in the room.

There was Yang Jian and an old man fighting there.

Yue Li did not rush to help, because he knew Yang Jian's methods and would never be easily killed by the old man in front of him.

So he stared at the old man very calmly;

This old man was not really old, but he gave people a very strange feeling, and his whole body was cold and terrible, and there was a feeling of unreality.

This reminded Yue Li of the ghost source ghost of the ghost painting that Li Yue encountered at the beginning.

But according to Yue Li's perception, the old man in front of him was not as fierce as the ghost painting.

After Yang Jian took the initiative to enter the oil painting, he began to confront the old man in front of him.

His ghost and ghost hand grabbed the old man and tried to subdue and suppress him;

But unfortunately, Yang Jian's plan did not succeed, because the old man still had the ability to move, and his movements were not small.

The old man dragged Yang Jian towards a black door, as if he wanted to leave the room.

Although Yang Jian didn't know what was outside the door, he knew that he must oppose what the enemy wanted to do.

So he also increased his strength to fight against the old man, not wanting to be dragged away by the other party.

But although the old man looked very old, he was very strong, abnormally strong, and even irresistible.

Even Yang Jian was still slowly dragged by the old man after holding on for a while.

According to common sense, Yang Jian's best choice at this time is naturally to let go, so as to avoid being dragged away by the old man.

But Yang Jian couldn't do this.

Because at this time, the old man was holding an axe in his hand.

This thing is obviously not an ordinary thing, and it is likely to be a supernatural weapon.

If you get hit, you don't know what will happen.

But you can imagine that it will definitely be very uncomfortable.

At this time, Wang Yong took the initiative to enter the oil painting.

Although Wang Yong was surprised by the situation in the oil painting, he did not think much about it, because he found that Yang Jian's situation was not good.

"I'll help you."

As Wang Yong spoke, he immediately rushed up.

Although Yang Jian did not expect Wang Yong to enter the oil painting to help, he also knew that Wang Yong's appearance would be the key to breaking the deadlock.

He immediately said to Wang Yong:

"Don't worry about me first, go and take the handle of the axe from the old man's hand first."

Wang Yong, who was originally preparing to help Yang Jian "tug of war", adjusted his direction slightly after hearing Yang Jian's words and rushed towards the old man.