Chapter 2048 The Curse with No End

After Yang Jian asked, the hall on the first floor of the post office remained quiet, as if no one heard what he said.

Just when it was unknown how long this silence would last, a voice came out under the dead calm:

"After so many years, I didn't expect that a messenger would finally take the initiative to set foot in this place."

Someone spoke, breaking the dead silence;

For a moment, whether it was these strange beings in the hall, or Yue Li, Yang Jian, and Zhou Ze, all looked in the direction of the voice.

It was a man who looked about thirty years old;

This man's hair was combed neatly and his clothes were neat, but his dress and clothing style were incompatible with modern times. He looked at least a few decades ago.

"Who are you?"

This man was also looking at Yue Li and the others at this time. The man's eyes turned, numb and dull, like a ghost.

Looking at this man who took the initiative to speak, Yue Li's eyes flashed with a strange color.

Although there was no evidence and he had never fought with this man, Yue Li's instinct reminded him.

The man who was speaking was not simple;

Very not simple.

Yue Li did not answer the man's question, but looked at him silently for a while, then slowly said:

"Before asking others, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

The man did not seem to expect Yue Li to say this, so he paused for a moment;

After a period of silence, the man finally spoke:

"I am Zhang Xianguang, a dead man."

Hearing this, a gleam of light flashed in Yue Li's eyes.

Although he did not know why, Yue Li subconsciously felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this person.

It was as if there was another face hidden under the current face.

However, these were just Yue Li's thoughts in his mind, and he could not say it out for the time being. Besides, there was no evidence, and no one would believe it even if he said it out.

Since Zhang Xianguang had already introduced himself, Yue Li did not remain silent and introduced himself in the same way:

"I am Li Yue, and the person next to me is Yang Jian, who is still alive."

"You can tell."

After hearing this, the man who claimed to be Zhang Xianguang nodded slightly, then looked at Yue Li and Yang Jian and continued:

"Do you know where this place is?"

"The ghost post office in the oil painting!" This time, Yue Li did not need to answer, Yang Jian next to him had already answered.

Zhang Xianguang nodded first, then his face became a little ugly and said:

"Not only that, this is also a supernatural cage, imprisoning us, who are neither human nor ghost, so that we cannot leave, and living people dare not set foot in it either."

Imprison?

Hearing this adjective, Yue Li and Yang Jian's faces suddenly showed strange colors.

Sure enough, this post office in the oil painting is indeed problematic.

It's just that the specific problem needs further exploration.

Yue Li's eyes swept over the people in the hall, and he said in a somewhat inexplicable tone:

"I have heard people say that the oil paintings of people in the post office are self-portraits left in the post office after delivering three letters.

In other words, you should, or more accurately, have been messengers on the fifth floor.

What I didn't expect was that the people in the oil paintings actually have independent consciousness."

"It seems that you already know something about our affairs, so I don't have to explain it." Zhang Xianguang showed a hint of surprise on his face.

I originally thought that Yue Li and the others who broke in here were ignorant novices, but now it seems that these people seem to know something.

In this way, many things are easier to explain;

Although Yang Jian was also listening to the conversation between Yue Li and Zhang Xianguang at this time, his eyes could not help but move among the crowd.

Since all the people here are people in the oil paintings, there will be a familiar person here.

That is his father.

Yang Xiaotian!

Previously on the fifth floor, Yang Jian had seen oil paintings of his father and cousin on the wall, which means that they are probably in this spiritual world at this time.

Unfortunately, Yang Jian looked around but did not find Yang Xiaotian.

It is not known whether Yang Xiaotian is not here or does not exist in this special oil painting space at all.

And Zhang Xianguang is still continuing to tell the story at this time;

"As you know, we are indeed the paintings of messengers who chose to leave the post office after completing the letter delivery task on the fifth floor.

The real us have left the post office, but the us in the portraits are forever frozen at the moment when we left the post office after delivering the last letter.

And there is no way to leave the post office forever."

Yue Li could clearly see that when Zhang Xianguang said this, the faces of most of the people in the hall became a little gloomy.

At this moment, another person's expression suddenly changed and he said:

"For people like us, this is actually a curse that can never be escaped. To bear this curse is like falling into hell, just to wait for a result."

"Resurrection?" When Yang Jian heard this, he didn't care about looking for Yang Xiaotian. His eyes moved slightly and he immediately said.

Resurrection!

When hearing this word, the atmosphere in the hall changed instantly.

"That's right, it's resurrection." At this time, another person took over and said:

“After the messenger on the fifth floor delivers the last letter, you can choose to have a person here step out of the world of oil painting and be completely resurrected;

But as a price, the messenger who makes the choice will lose the opportunity to leave the post office and will return to the first floor to start delivering messages again;

Over and over again, endlessly. "

When he said these words, the man's expression became gloomy.

At this time, Zhang Xianguang continued:

"But no one is willing to waste the opportunity to resurrect an irrelevant person, so we are destined to have no way to escape and can only be trapped here forever."

Through the words of these people, Yue Li combined the information he had learned before and immediately saw the situation in front of him clearly;

“So you people are actually relying on the consciousness of supernatural beings, but because no one is willing to pay that price to resurrect you;

Therefore, you cannot return to reality and can only be stored in a supernatural place. When the ghost post office completely disappears, you will also disappear. "

Although everyone in the hall did not respond to Yue Li's judgment;

But sometimes, silence itself is already an answer.

At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly said curiously:

"So, doesn't it mean that from the establishment of the Ghost Post Office to the present, all the messengers who left the fifth floor have left backups here?"

"Backup? It's an interesting description, but it's quite appropriate." Zhang Xianguang nodded first, then shook his head and said;

"Actually, not all people can exist here. Some people will also disappear. Just like him, he will disappear soon."

Zhang Xianguang glanced at the old man with fierce eyes who had been kicked out by Yue Li just now.