Suddenly, Wang Yong reminded.

Suddenly, the face of the old man in the oil painting changed. He was no longer calm. Instead, he lowered his head slightly. A layer of black shadow enveloped him, and his facial features were slightly blurred. He instantly became strange and sinister, as if a hidden ghost was revealed.

the true appearance.

next moment.

Yang Jian's body swayed, and he felt that his ghost hand seemed to be caught by someone, but at this moment his ghost hand also caught the other person.

The ghost hand has the ability to suppress a fierce ghost.

At this moment, he stepped back without hesitation and tried to pull out the things in the oil painting.

The ghost figure under Yang Jian's feet shook with astonishing strength. Coupled with the suppressive force of the ghost hand, it actually dragged the old man in the oil painting. The old man who originally retreated kept getting closer to the oil painting.

The area occupied by the characters is getting larger and larger, as if the old man is about to be forcibly pulled out.

"Is this okay?"

The other people's eyelids couldn't help but jump when they saw this, looking at the trend, it seemed that the evil ghost was pulled out of the oil painting alive.

Yang Jian suffered a loss when he was on the fifth floor before and lost a hand. Naturally, he will not suffer again this time.

With experience comes preparation, so I used ghost hands this time.

But it's about to succeed.

The old man in the oil painting actually made some moves again. He stretched out his hand to the outside of the oil painting. When he took it back, there was an axe. The axe looked like one used in rural areas to chop firewood. The axe was red.

, the ax handle is black, forming a clear contrast in color, which is particularly eye-catching.

"Captain, he wants to cut off your hand." Li Yang said hurriedly.

Yang Jian's face darkened: "If you want to fight me, then I will fight with you to the end."

He stretched out his hand and nailed the spear to the ground, released his hand, abandoned the supernatural weapon, then gave up pulling, and actually attached it to the oil painting.

One gets close to the oil painting.

Yang Jian's whole body quickly submerged into it, as if he was about to enter the painting.

"Too reckless."

The messenger named Zhou Ze lowered his voice and said: "None of the messengers on the fifth floor dared to enter the oil painting. How dare he... I heard that it is easy to get lost after entering and cannot find the exit. In the end,

Trapped to death inside."

But it's too late to say all this.

Yang Jian had already submerged into the oil painting. He disappeared from sight, but Yang Jian's figure appeared in the oil painting.

"You didn't bring the weapons inside? Do you think you can't bring the weapons into the painting?" Wang Yong said in a low voice.

Li Yang said: "Ignore this matter for now. The most important thing now is how dangerous the old man in the oil painting is? Does he need support? If necessary, we have to go inside the painting."

The others looked at the spear standing on the ground, and then at Yang Jian in the painting.

"Let's take a look at the situation first and be ready to take action at any time." Wang Yong said.

Now that we are all in a group, we naturally need to unite.

now.

The situation in the oil painting changed again. Yang Jian, who entered the oil painting, confronted the old man. The old man who originally raised his ax and was about to chop it down was grabbed by the arm by a tall black figure behind Yang Jian.

The ax couldn't cut down, but the old man was retreating.

Seems to be escaping.

No.

wrong.

Yang Jian's figure in the oil painting was also moving a little uncontrollably, as if he was being dragged to an unknown place by the old man.

"After entering the oil painting, we are at a disadvantage." Zhou Ze observed it and then said.

"Go in and have a look."

Wang Yong said, and then without saying a word, he walked forward, got close to the oil painting, and gradually submerged himself into it.

Zhong Yan, Brother Long, and Zhou Ze were all stunned for a moment.

Are they all so brave?

Not afraid at all?

Little did they know that Wang Yong already understood what he should do after understanding the current situation outside and Yang Jian's identity.

This is not bravery.

It is a united front that requires unity and cooperation.

If you don't actively stand up when faced with danger, the final result can be imagined.

Li Yang didn't move when he saw this. He needed to stay outside to guard against any unexpected events.

Several other messengers joined later and are not so trustworthy. He needs to be careful and also needs to make sure that the supernatural weapon left outside cannot be stolen.

Among oil paintings.

Yang Jian is now in a relatively cramped room. The room is surrounded by walls. One wall is a window, but the other wall is a painting.

The scene in the painting is actually the scene inside the post office.

The people in the oil painting are looking at them, and they are also looking at the people in the oil painting.

This seems a little weird.

However, Yang Jian's attention is not on this now, but on staring at the old man. This old man is not actually old, but he gives people a very strange feeling. He is cold and scary, and has an unreal feeling, as if he was back then.

It's like encountering a ghost painting.

It's just that this old man is not as fierce as the ghost painting.

now.

The two were fighting, and Yang Jian's ghostly shadow and ghostly hands caught the old man and tried to subdue and suppress him, but it was obvious that the suppression was not successful enough and the old man could still move.

The old man dragged Yang Jian out of the room and toward a black door.

It's so powerful that it's irresistible.

But Yang Jian couldn't let go. The old man was still holding an ax in his hand. He didn't know what would happen if he was hit.

"What kind of existence is there in the oil painting? Is it a human being or a ghost?" This thought came to his mind.

However, the deadlock was broken at this moment.

Wang Yong actually infiltrated from the post office and came to the world in this oil painting.

"I'm here to help you." Wang Yong immediately took one look at the situation and rushed forward.

"Take the ax from his hand." Yang Jian said immediately.

Wang Yong immediately reached out and grabbed the axe, and the corpses were fighting for it. The old man with a dark and sinister face suddenly shook his arm, briefly broke free from the shackles of the ghost, and actually struck him.

But the next moment.

A figure of a fierce ghost appeared in front of Wang Yong. The ghost stood in front of him, blocking the attack of the axe.

But there was a huge gash in the ghost's body, which could not even be recovered.

"You still dare to take action?"

Yang Jian seized this opportunity, and Guiying immediately cooperated with Guiying and grabbed the old man's other arm.

The suppression of the ghost hand was combined with the removal of the ghost shadow, and one of the old man's arms was removed like a building block.

The old man didn't say a word when he saw this. He turned around and ran away. He quickly opened the black door and walked away quickly.

"Don't chase." Yang Jian warned.

Wang Yong did not chase him. He was afraid because the ax could even split his own ghost. If he chased rashly, he might be killed.

"It would be nice if I could take off the hand holding the axe." He then said with some regret.

Yang Jian said: "This old guy is in the Yin people. He kept his hands and was trying to catch me. After you appeared, he had to attack you. Otherwise, this ax was left to me. But I also kept my hands and was on guard."

he."

After speaking, he touched his forehead.

Ghost Eyes can be used.

Then he added: "The fact that this old man has such scheming means that he is not a ghost."

"But...not human either."
Chapter completed!