Mysterious Resurgence: Starting with the Strange Bus

Chapter 59 Zhang Xianguang (Please Subscribe)
Under Li Hui's gaze, four black letters floated down from above the Ghost Post Office and landed on the ground not far from him.

The paper was dirty, old, and black, making it easy to spot the abnormality at a glance.

Upon seeing this, Li Hui stepped forward and picked up the four black letters.

The moment he touched the letter, he felt an unsettling, chilling aura lingering on it, as if it had been touched by a vengeful ghost, leaving behind indescribable marks.

"Is it the kind of letter paper described in the original work?" Li Hui's eyes flickered slightly. Although he had never seen this thing before, he knew very well the purpose of this black letter paper.

This is a consumable paranormal item.

If you are outside, as long as you light this black letter paper, no matter where you are, even in other supernatural places, a path leading to the Ghost Post Office will appear in front of you. It is very practical and can help you avoid being pursued by other supernatural beings to a certain extent.

Similarly, if you burn black paper inside the post office, a path to leave the ghost post office will appear.

However, this letter also has certain limitations; only the person who lights the letter can step onto that path and thus enter and exit the Ghost Post Office.

Others, even those from the same team or faction, are not allowed.

Even so, the powerful effect of the letter paper cannot be denied; it is a truly eerie item connected to the supernatural aspects of the Ghost Post Office itself.

Li Hui remembered that in the original novel, the ghost post office's supernatural power only failed in the old house where Zhang Dong was located, and the road that appeared was erased by Zhang Dong. Apart from that, it never failed in other places, at most it was invaded by other supernatural beings along the road.

Tatata!
Just as Li Hui was examining the black letter, a series of stiff, muffled footsteps came from the darkness.

The footsteps were coming from upstairs, or more precisely, from a wooden staircase. Sometime during the day, a staircase appeared inside the Ghost Post Office.

One end of the staircase leads to the first floor of the post office where Li Hui works, while the other end curves upwards and disappears into the darkness, connecting to the second floor of the ghost post office, and even higher floors.

The appearance of the stairs was very strange.

Even though Li Hui's ghost domain enveloped the surrounding area, he still couldn't detect when the stairs appeared, as if they had always been there, only now revealing themselves.

now.

A tall figure could be vaguely seen descending the stairs, the stiff, heavy footsteps making the sound of its movement, accompanied by the creaking of the wooden stairs.

"Has a vengeful ghost wandered up to this floor?"

Li Hui's expression darkened slightly. He then turned to look at the portraits hanging on the wall. After a brief moment of thought, Li Hui walked straight toward one of the oil paintings.

The painting he chose depicted a woman who looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. She was sitting on a wooden stool with her face turned to the side, looking ahead.

The background of the painting is a house made entirely of bluestone bricks, a type of house that is almost impossible to find in modern cities today.

The woman in the painting is dressed in clothes of an unknown era, and her gaze is directed toward the door of the room.

The door was open, and the outside was pitch black. From Li Hui's perspective, it was impossible to see the rest of the scene outside the blue stone brick house in the painting through the open door.

First floor of the post office.

Following Li Hui's actions.

The ashes that had been swirling around him seemed to find an outlet at this moment, all of them spreading towards the portrait of the woman.

Followed by.

Something strange happened.

The dense ashes drifted directly into the portrait without any obstruction, as if the painting were a door leading to another space.

The paper dust that drifted into the painting did not disappear; instead, it appeared directly on the canvas, as if the painting itself was painted with dense layers of paper dust.

Almost the instant the ashes seeped into the oil painting, the woman in the portrait reacted. She quickly stood up and retreated, as if she didn't want the drifting ashes to touch her body.

However, the interior space of the bluestone brick house in the painting was not large to begin with, and the paper ash invaded very quickly. In just a moment, the woman in the painting was forced into a corner.

Unless she abandons the bluestone brick house and escapes through the open door, she will inevitably come into contact with the constantly falling ashes in the room.

The woman in the painting did indeed do just that.

With nowhere left to retreat inside the room, the woman's slightly panicked expression suddenly changed. The panic vanished, replaced by a strange look.

It was a strange expression that defied description; no normal person could make that kind of facial expression. At that moment, the woman in the painting seemed to have transformed into a vengeful ghost, exuding an inexplicable eeriness.

at the same time.

The dense ashes in the room stopped at that moment and did not continue to spread towards the place where the woman in the painting was.

An unknown supernatural force emerged, affecting the drifting of the paper ash, but this effect only lasted for a moment before the ash began to drift again.

But this moment is enough.

The woman's figure disappeared inside the bluestone brick house, and she ran out through the open door.

Almost the instant the woman in the painting ran out of the door, Li Hui appeared inside the bluestone brick house. He first glanced around the room, then turned to look behind him.

Behind him was a portrait, the background of which was the lobby of the Ghost Post Office. He was now as if he were standing inside the portrait, looking at the scene outside the painting.

now.

A terrifying figure walked through the lobby on the first floor of the Ghost Post Office.

He was an old man, thin and frail, wearing a long black robe and black cloth shoes.

The old man seemed not to notice Li Hui in the oil painting. He walked past him with his face turned to the side and headed straight for the room deep in the first-floor corridor. His gait was very stiff, giving the impression of a corpse that had crawled out of a coffin.

When the old man's figure completely disappeared from sight, Li Hui withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention to the vengeful ghost, and then calmly looked in the direction the woman in the painting had fled.

He deliberately let the woman leave.

The interior of these portraits in the Ghost Post Office is very complex. Not only are there spirits like the woman in the painting, but there are also many vengeful ghosts.

So he chose to let the woman in the painting go, letting her lead the way to the ghost post office depicted in the painting.

Li Hui initially considered communicating with the woman, but considering that not all spirits have the will to survive and might lead him into a group of vengeful ghosts, he ultimately chose this more effective method of 'asking for directions'.

His appearance shattered the tranquility of the inner world of the oil painting, and the woman in the painting was clearly no match for him.

Therefore, Li Hui guessed that the woman would definitely go to the ghost post office that existed in the oil painting to meet with other spirits.

While thinking.

Seeing that the woman in the painting was about to disappear from view, Li Hui began to act. Under his control, dense ashes spread out in all directions and then disappeared.

This doesn't mean his ghost realm was affected and disappeared; rather, Li Hui modified the environment within his ghost realm. The ashes didn't actually disappear, but rather they were no longer visible.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hui's figure also disappeared from the spot.

In the world of oil painting.

The woman was running away quickly. She seemed to have a clear destination and did not stop at all along the way. Even when she passed some intersections, she did not hesitate, as if she had already planned her direction in her mind.

And what she didn't know was...

Another figure followed closely behind her, but that figure was hidden deep within the ghost realm, and the strength of the supernatural power remaining on the woman's body at this moment was not enough to allow her to discover the other party.

At that moment, she was only focused on running away.

There were many forks in the road along the way, sometimes five or six at a time, but the woman did not stop at all, clearly very familiar with the terrain.

After running for a while, the woman slowed down, not because she was tired, but because she had reached her destination.

Before the woman appeared a tall building. It had five floors and was not in the style of modern times, but rather in the style of the Republic of China era. It was hidden in the dim light, as if shrouded in a fog, and only a rough outline could be seen. It was not very clear, like a mirage.

However, as the woman approached...

The building, designed in the style of the Republic of China era, began to become clearer.

The building was old, covered in moss, and had blackened walls, giving off a cold and gloomy atmosphere. Above the main entrance hung a plaque surrounded by a ring of neon lights.

Under the red and green lights, the characters on the signboard were clearly visible, namely the three large characters "Ghost Post Office" written in traditional Chinese characters.

This is a post office that exists within an oil painting, and its style is no different from the ghost post office outside the painting.

The lights were still on inside the post office, casting a yellowish glow on the lobby on the first floor, where figures seemed to be moving about.

Ignoring everything else, the woman walked effortlessly to the entrance of the painted post office and forcefully pushed open the wooden door in front of her.

"Clang!"

The sound of the door opening attracted the attention of the figures in the lobby on the first floor, but after seeing the woman's face, they turned away indifferently and stopped paying attention to this side.

Among the many figures, only a few noticed the woman's abnormality, or perhaps everyone else noticed it but chose not to pay attention, since none of the people in the hall were simpletons.

"Fang Hong, what's wrong with you...?"

A question was raised.

A man who looked to be in his early thirties stepped out from the crowd. His hair was neatly combed and he was dressed in a clean manner, but his attire and style were out of step with modern times, suggesting that he was from at least several decades ago.

The man's name was Zhang Xianguang, and among these many powerful undead, he was quite a special one.

The reason why Zhang Xianguang was the first to ask questions while everyone else remained silent was not because he was the most curious, nor because he liked to meddle in other people's business.

The main reason was that Zhang Xianguang sensed an extremely special supernatural aura emanating from the woman named Fang Hong, which was related to his decades-long plan.

That's a truly supernatural ghost painting!

Before Fang Hong could respond, Zhang Xianguang's expression suddenly changed, and his gaze went past Fang Hong and directly towards the gate of the Ghost Post Office.

At the same time, a young man standing deep inside the hall of this ghost post office had the same reaction as Zhang Xianguang.

He looked to be in his early twenties, exuding a calm and composed demeanor, yet his eyes held a hidden sharpness.

The other people around were deliberately keeping their distance from the young man, as if he were some kind of monster.

"Yang Xiao, what are you looking at...?"

People around noticed the young man's unusual behavior and were about to ask him something, but before they could even ask, their expressions changed and they looked towards the post office entrance.

It's not just him.

At this moment, everyone in the post office, including Fang Hong, seemed to sense something and all looked towards the scene outside the door.

Suddenly, the environment outside the post office changed, turning into a gray haze, with clumps of things exuding a chilling aura drifting down from the sky.

That's paper ash.

There were so many of them, so densely packed, that you couldn't see the end of them at a glance. Under the endless layer of paper ash, the whole world was left with only a monotonous gray color.

"Is this... the ghost story behind that lost oil painting?"

In the post office lobby, a figure muttered to himself, voicing this question.

"This is indeed the ghostly realm of the Ghost Painting. That hazy, illusory world is the Ghost Painting's ghost domain, there's no mistake!"

Someone responded immediately.

"So, the lost painting has returned to the Ghost Post Office? Doesn't that mean we all have a chance to go to the real world?"

Some people have raised this question.

As soon as those words were spoken, the hall fell silent. Everyone realized that they might be able to escape this hellish place and return to the real world.

"Fang Hong, do you know something?" someone asked the woman in front of the crowd.

"Yes, the outside environment has changed since you came in. You must know what happened, right?"

A figure also spoke up in agreement.

They all noticed Fang Hong's earlier unusual behavior. After all, Fang Hong's aura was unstable and her face showed a hint of panic, so she must have gone through something.

However, at that time, no one was interested in what had happened to Fang Hong, so they ignored her as if nothing had happened.

But it's different now.

The supernatural appearance of the ghost painting, and Fang Hong's apparent connection to it, made most of the people present restless. Although no one asked, the gazes fixed on Fang Hong made it very clear.

However, before Fang Hong could respond...

The scene outside the post office changed again.

In that hazy, illusory world, a figure appeared. It was a handsome young man who was suspended in mid-air, with nothing under his feet, defying the rules of gravity.

Around the young man's body, dense ash floated, as if he were the source of this gloomy world.

Followed by.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The young man began to act.

His body hovered in mid-air as he walked step by step toward the Ghost Post Office, each step covering a considerable distance, as if he were teleporting.

This ability seems like something out of a god to ordinary people, but it's easy for them to understand.

"Who is he?"

"Isn't the origin of the ghost drawing a female ghost?"

Some people in the crowd who witnessed this scene raised questions.

But his question went unanswered.

All eyes were fixed on Li Hui in mid-air, their gazes revealing a variety of emotions: surprise, shock, confusion, and even ill intent.

corresponding.

Li Hui was also observing the interior of the Ghost Post Office.

It is a gathering place for all sorts of people, including men and women, young and old, and their clothing and appearance are all different. Some of them seem to have spanned more than ten or even several decades, with obvious differences in their clothing styles across different eras.

(End of this chapter)