Mysterious Resurrection: I am Jiang Shang, commanding ghosts and becoming a god

Chapter 286 The Beginning of Mastering Ghost Painting
The Dajing City, which was once bright and sunny, now looks like the end of the world. The atmosphere of despair and weirdness makes everyone in Dajing City feel inexplicably chilled.

The worst situation still happened.

The ghost painting was completely out of control due to human intervention. At this moment, not only was the sky of Dajing City covered with gray rain of paper ash, but the same was true for nearby towns.

Even some cities where ghost paintings once roamed show signs of ghost painting invasion.

Although Dajing City is separated from those cities by a long distance, some cities are even far away abroad.

However, the invasion of ghost paintings can ignore the influence of distance. Even if they are tens of thousands of kilometers apart, as long as someone has seen the real ghost paintings and triggered the killing pattern of the ghost paintings, it won’t be long before the city will also be shrouded in the ghost domain of the ghost paintings.

till the end,
All the places invaded by ghost paintings and ghost realms are connected together, eventually forming a huge ghost painting world that is unimaginable yet real.

It is precisely because of this that ghost paintings become the key to saving the world in Zhang Xianguang’s plan.

at the same time,

Dahan City Ghost Post Office,

In the world of oil painting.

The real Zhang Xianguang is still in the world of oil painting. He sits silently in a corner, watching the hourglass in front of him recording the time.

Because there is no concept of time in oil paintings, if Chen Qiaoyang had not come to him half a year ago to discuss changes in plans with him, he would not have been able to get the magical hourglass made by the boy from the Wang family.

right now,

Zhang Xianguang, who has already moved up his plan, needs to wait for the best time.

This time cannot be too early or too late.

Must ensure that all preparations are in place.

Exposure too early will add unnecessary risks, but exposure too late will affect the smooth implementation of the plan, so a very critical time must be chosen.

"Mr. Qin, this is a really risky move, but it is a risk that has to be taken. The ghost wedding dress of the puzzle seems to have been controlled by someone. If we can't take advantage of this opportunity and use the ghosts left by those old guys to suppress the ghost painting, then the Peach Blossom Spring plan is likely to fail."

When Zhang Xianguang thought of the disappearance of the ghost wedding dress, a trace of worry arose in his heart.

After all, the most crucial point in balancing the ghost painting lies in the supernatural power of the ghost bride.

"Where did you get this hourglass? Why haven't I seen you take it out before?"

Among the idle crowd, some people still noticed Zhang Xianguang in the corner.

"Someone brought it to me. It's almost done."

"what?"

Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting looked at the person who asked him, and then smiled slightly:
"I said, this hourglass was given to me by someone else. It's almost time. I want to leave."

"Leave? Someone gave it to you? Zhang Xianguang, are you crazy? How many years have there been no new people here? I think you are really going crazy. Forget leaving. You can't even commit suicide. We are just a group of cursed souls."

Someone stared at him strangely, as if the Zhang Xianguang in front of him seemed strange for a moment.

He doesn't look like the person he usually knows.

Zhang Xianguang didn't answer him, but just walked out on his own.

The others stared at him in confusion, not knowing why.

"Zhang Xianguang, it seems you have a lot of secrets. Please explain them."

at this time,
Yang Xiao walked out of the crowd, stood at the door of the Ghost Post Office, and stopped Zhang Xianguang.

"That's right! If you have a way to get out of here, you should at least tell me about it."

The others who were originally prepared to watch the show also noticed Zhang Xianguang's weirdness.

Reminded by Yang Xiao, they immediately stepped forward.

A group of at least a dozen people, all of whom were messengers of the Ghost Post Office in the past. Although they were not considered to be top-notch ghost riders in the outside world.

But a group of people together also has a spiritual power that cannot be underestimated. Seeing the people on the road in front of him, Zhang Xianguang smiled contemptuously:
"Explanation? Sure. After all, we have been together for so many years. I should give you an explanation so that you won't cause trouble for me again."

"I'll make it short. After all, I have other things to do."

"The way to leave is very simple, because you are the supernatural beings drawn in the oil painting, but I am not. I am a normal living person."

"?"

"You are a normal living person? Are you kidding me? If you are a living person, why did you choose to live in an oil painting for more than ten years? And do you think I am a fool? Can't you tell whether you are a living person or not?"

Someone immediately objected.

Yang Xiao also frowned:

"You've been here since I delivered the last letter. It's impossible for a ghost rider to remain unaffected by supernatural powers for so long."

"Besides, you are not an outlier, so it is impossible for you to maintain normal body functions for more than ten years without eating or drinking."

"You are right. So I have another identity, which is the manager of the post office."

Looking at Yang Xiao who was frowning in front of him, Zhang Xianguang's eyes flickered:
"I don't need to explain what a manager is. It is because of this identity that I have been able to maintain the same appearance for more than ten years and perfectly integrate into your group."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions suddenly changed.

Zhang Xianguang's disclosure of this news was like a bolt from the blue to them.

"You are actually the manager of the post office?" Yang Xiao asked.

Zhang Xianguang nodded and said, "Yes, I am the third manager of the Ghost Post Office. I killed the previous manager, and I am the one who deliberately maintains the current state of the Ghost Post Office."

"Okay, stop wasting my time. You should thank me because I have already covered the entire Dajing City with ghost paintings. It will be successful soon."

"Once you succeed, you in the oil painting will be able to enter the world of ghost painting and leave this prison-like place. You may even be able to meet your former relatives and friends. But I believe that your future life will not be boring."

"What did you say?"

When everyone heard these words, they were stunned for a moment, then they quickly understood and their eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Dajing City? That's the lifeline of the country! What exactly are you going to do? Do you want to cause unrest in the country?"

"You are wrong. I don't want to cause unrest in the country. I want to protect the entire country. Only by staying in the world of ghost paintings can we isolate ourselves from the harm brought by the resurrection of the supernatural. This way, everyone can live without fear."

Zhang Xianguang said with a serious face and a cold tone.

"I'm not explaining this to you to satisfy myself, but I hope you can help me manage the ghost paintings when the time comes, because you are immortal like me."

"This is a very bad idea of ​​yours. I should kill you immediately." Yang Xiao narrowed his eyes and threatened.

Glancing at everyone, Zhang Xianguang said calmly, "I am the manager of the post office. I will not die in the post office. No matter you or the ghosts, you can't kill me."

"Then let you be lost in the dream forever."

Yang Xiao approached Zhang Xianguang without any hesitation.

Then his figure gradually became blurred, as if he was about to disappear, and at the same time a strong feeling of sleepiness surged into Zhang Xianguang's brain.

"Yang Xiao, you are the ghost rider I think the most. It's a pity that... forget it. We are on different paths and cannot work together. I will give you another chance in the future."

Zhang Xianguang, who knew the horror of ghost dreams, took a step forward without saying a word.

Then,

An exit immediately appeared in front of Zhang Xianguang, and he really walked out of the world of oil painting through this sudden gap.

As Zhang Xianguang's figure gradually disappeared, a voice reached everyone's ears:

"Humans can never solve supernatural problems, only ghosts can"

(End of this chapter)