Mysterious Revival
Chapter 1041 - 1007: The Place in the Oil Painting

"Is this inside the oil painting? Unbelievable, it feels like another world," Wang Yong looked around, feeling somewhat incredulous.

It was his first time entering an oil painting.

"No, this is a supernatural space, similar to a Ghost Domain. The oil painting is just a medium; it could be an oil painting, a photograph, or anything else, so there's nothing to be surprised about," Yang Jian said.

He had encountered many things like this before and was used to it.

But naturally, for someone who just experienced it, it would feel quite unbelievable.

"Should we pursue?" Wang Yong asked.

Yang Jian looked at the black door, the only way to leave this small room. The old man escaped through this door earlier, but what's behind it was unknown to him, because this is the world of the oil painting, mysterious and unknown like the ghost painting before.

Rushing in might get them trapped inside unable to escape.

Yet without pursuing, the clue to Sun Rui would be lost.

However, at this moment.

Another person drilled into the oil painting and appeared in this small room.

The newcomer was Zhou Ze. As soon as he came in, he said, "I wasn't assured, so I came to check the situation. What's the status now? Has that thing been resolved?"

"It fled, only leaving behind an arm," Wang Yong shook his head and pointed to the black door.

Zhou Ze saw the very unusual arm on the ground and was also a bit shocked, as if he didn't expect there could actually be someone hiding inside the oil painting.

"Wang Yong, you stay here and watch over this place. Zhou Ze and I will go outside to take a look," Yang Jian made up his mind after thinking, deciding to leave someone behind to ensure an escape route and then go explore the secrets of this oil painting.

He refused to believe that the Ghost Post Office, with so many oil paintings hanging on the fifth and first floors, didn't hold some secret.

After speaking, he immediately took action.

Wang Yong said nothing, just nodded, indicating his willingness to stay.

Zhou Ze asked, "Should we do some preparation?"

"No preparation is needed. If we encounter danger, we retreat immediately. We're just investigating, not risking our lives. What, are you nervous?" Yang Jian said.

"A bit," Zhou Ze laughed awkwardly.

How could he not be nervous, knowing he had already entered a painting and could face danger at any moment, unable to escape.

"Let's move,"

Yang Jian did not give Zhou Ze much time to think, and he immediately walked to the black door and opened it.

Outside, it was dim, without light, yet his vision was normal, able to see some things, but not very clearly.

He saw a small path, winding and twisting, seemingly connecting to somewhere. This path was familiar, like the road leading into the Ghost Post Office, only the difference was that this road wasn't a straight path but had a fork in the middle, seemingly leading to another location.

Yang Jian walked out, glanced back, but found there was no small room behind him, just a wall and a door, like a cage sitting at the end of the fork.

"This place is very strange," Zhou Ze also looked serious, unable to understand it, he could only say it was strange.

Yang Jian remained silent, continuing along the path.

Soon, a fork appeared ahead. The original path split into two, one left and one right, but it was too dark to see what lay in the distance.

However, at this moment Yang Jian opened his ghost eye.

The ghost eye was still usable here, unlike when he couldn't open it after entering the ghost painting earlier.

Clearly,

The supernatural repression here wasn't very strong. Although the ghost painting originated from the Ghost Post Office, such oil paintings were absolutely rare; if every single one had ghost painting-level power, the post office messengers wouldn't survive.

After opening the ghost eye, Yang Jian's vision extended further.

He saw the end of one fork, where there were a few trees, and a strange figure standing among them, facing a direction, unmoving.

"Is the scene presented by another oil painting?"

Yang Jian pondered, "If that's the case, each fork here could be connected to another oil painting, all fundamentally linked to the same supernatural space, with the oil painting itself merely serving as a window."

"But did Sun Rui really enter here?"

He had his doubts.

Considering how dangerous this place was, if Sun Rui entered, he would definitely try to leave.

No.

That's not right.

Yang Jian furrowed his brow afterward.

Why would he assume Sun Rui would leave after entering here?

Sun Rui, like himself, intended to deal with the Ghost Post Office and resolve this creepy place. If he entered here, he would only have one thought, which is to follow the forks in the oil painting to find the source and uncover the truth.

"So, I shouldn't be drawn in by the forks, rather, I should try to avoid all the forks and find the real path, only then might I bump into Sun Rui along the way." After a brief reflection, understanding dawned on Yang Jian.

"Which path should we take now? I observed earlier; both paths are identical in appearance, size, and surroundings, with no difference, and there are no footprints or shoe prints as clues," Zhou Ze commented at this point.

He observed for a while and concluded.

The result was very disappointing because there was no distinction between the paths.

"Just follow me,"

Yang Jian had the ghost eye, which allowed him to see far, so he saw the ends of the forks, enabling him to avoid choosing the wrong path, presenting a significant advantage.

Right away.

He ignored the path leading into the old forest with just a few trees and chose a main path.

Continuing forward.

Another fork appeared, the end of this fork was also an eerie place, not large, but with a figure standing there.

Clearly, that was another oil painting.

Yang Jian avoided it and continued along the main path.

The number of forks on the path was not small, sometimes he even encountered three forks, which would definitely lead common ghost harnessers astray, but with the ghost eye's ability to see the end of forks in advance, he avoided detours.

Zhou Ze followed behind, gradually trusting that Yang Jian ahead had the ability to discern the correct path, otherwise, it couldn't have been so peaceful along the way.

Yet after a long stretch, Yang Jian stopped again.

Because the path had reached its end.

Yang Jian's ghost eye saw there was a small house at the end.

The door of the small house was tightly closed, and he couldn't see inside; it seemed an invisible supernatural force was interfering.

"Is this small house the end of the road? Or is it also just the scenery of one of the oil paintings?" Yang Jian hesitated at this point.

His answer leaned toward the latter.

This main path was also a fork of some oil painting.

Therefore, a main path doesn't exist.

No matter which path one takes, there will always be something blocking the way.

"Another possibility: the real path is hidden behind one of the paintings, through which the correct path is found to reach the source." With this thought, Yang Jian continued forward.

Not far away, Zhou Ze was watching. The surroundings were dark, and his vision was severely impaired, but soon he too saw a cabin ahead.

"This is....." He looked at Yang Jian, hesitating somewhat.

Yang Jian ignored him and went straight to the cabin, opening the door.

However, something strange happened.

The inside of the cabin was chaotic, yet there was no eerie sound; in other words, this painting wasn't a portrait but an object painting.

"I remember this painting, I've seen it on the fifth floor." Yang Jian suddenly caught sight of something inside the cabin.

In an inconspicuous corner, there was a glass bottle with a ghastly white arm soaked inside.

"It's one of the corpse fragments submerged in glass bottles, so this painting is the one I found on the fifth floor earlier." Yang Jian entered the room, he didn't move anything else, simply taking the glass bottle.

With this, he had obtained three corpse fragments.

There's still one in room 501.

"Hold onto it, don't lose it." Yang Jian handed the glass bottle to Zhou Ze.

"Okay, okay."

Zhou Ze nodded, after looking at it he felt a bit creeped out, but still dared not to leave it behind, he just placed it into the backpack behind him.

Yang Jian again looked around the room, quickly focusing on a door.

This wasn't the door they had entered from, but another one.

After opening it, a path appeared behind the door.

The path twisted and turned, seemingly leading to an unknown place.

The darkness intensified, and Yang Jian's Ghost Eye couldn't see the end.

"Keep going." He hesitated for a moment, unwilling to turn back, and decided to press on.

"We're too far from the previous exit; we might not be able to go back." Zhou Ze expressed his concern.

Yang Jian said, "What good is going back? Do you want to deliver letters? It's just a road to death; this path possibly offers a way to live. I've been pondering why the Post Office left so many paintings? Why didn't any of the many couriers investigate such obvious clues?"

"The danger, the unknown, stopped the couriers. No one investigated here, so no one knows what's behind the paintings."

"I think Sun Rui entered here with the mindset of risking it all, so there must be a secret here."

After speaking, Yang Jian continued on the path.

He moved decisively, quickening his pace, as he confirmed there wasn't any danger along the way, so there was no need to waste time.

Zhou Ze couldn't do anything but follow along; he was just a runner, without much choice.

The two continued along the narrow path.

The forks in the road clearly diminished, and after a distance, Yang Jian saw no more forks but rather a special main path.

At least, that's how Yang Jian felt.

He kept walking and walking.

Yang Jian's Ghost Eye eventually spotted lights flickering in the distance, and a building loomed in the darkness.

Continuing closer.

The lights became more distinct; colorful neon lights.

The outline of the building gradually emerged—a tall building from the Republic of China Period.

"Is this... The Ghost Post Office?" Yang Jian was momentarily stunned, the main path led to the source being the Ghost Post Office.

The Ghost Post Office within the painting?

Or perhaps.

This is the true Ghost Post Office?

Confusion, bewilderment, amazement.

"Follow me." Yang Jian started running towards the Ghost Post Office at the end of the road.

The closer he got, the clearer the Ghost Post Office became.

Under the gaze of his Ghost Eye, this Ghost Post Office was identical to the real one, with no discrepancies.

At this moment, he doubted whether he was in the real Post Office or the one within the painting.

Sister Hong once said, the Ghost Post Office is a trap.

People within the trap can never solve the Ghost Post Office.

Yang Jian stopped after running some distance, standing in front of the Ghost Post Office's main gate.

The Ghost Post Office was lit, its yellow light illuminating the first-floor lobby where shadows seemed to move about.

He thought he saw that old man with the axe wandering in the first-floor lobby.

"No way, is there actually another Ghost Post Office?" Zhou Ze was also stunned by the scene before him.

Yang Jian's expression changed: "There's someone inside, I can't be sure if it's a person yet, but that axe-wielding old guy is inside, you'd better be prepared, I'm going in to take a look."

Getting to this point, not taking a look is impossible.

He felt the secret of the Post Office was here, entering the Ghost Post Office within the painting might provide a reasonable explanation for many things.

"Doesn't matter, if I die here, so be it." Zhou Ze took a deep breath.

If he hadn't come today, he'd never have discovered this secret.

At that moment.

Yang Jian opened the door to the Ghost Post Office, and as soon as he did, an axe swung towards his forehead.

"Again?"

In the next moment, his Ghost Shadow collaborated with Ghost Hand to grab the person's arm, blocking the axe swing.

As expected.

The attacker was the old man, with a ghastly face and malevolent glare; he only had one arm left, the other was removed by Yang Jian earlier.

"Get lost." Yang Jian kicked, sending the old guy flying away, while snatching his axe.

With an arm lost, the old man's terror level seemed to decrease significantly, unable to directly confront Yang Jian, he was easily kicked away.

However, at this moment.

This eerie Post Office lobby had a group of people, turning to stare at Yang Jian.

Their gaze was bizarre like that of ghosts, yet it carried some special emotions: warnings, threats, differences, apathy...

Yang Jian's eyes scanned those people.

Familiar faces emerged in his mind.

These people were all the portraits in the paintings... except some were unfamiliar, never seen in the fifth floor paintings, but their clothes seemed very dated as if forgotten by time.

Unable to imagine finding such a group in this Post Office, these people all existed from the fifth-floor courier exits, which is why they left portraits, capable of resurrection.

Upon reflection, the situation behind this seems very complicated, the Post Office appears to be a huge trap.