Chapter 1285 - 1252: The Man Who Walked Out of the Oil Painting

On the playground of the abandoned elementary school in Shuangqiao Town, the top group of ghost riders in the paranormal circle were engaged in a fierce supernatural confrontation.

With just a move, it was an all-out killing strike, aiming to kill the opponent on the spot.

The paranormal confrontation was filled with various uncertainties and dangers; a slight mistake could lead to the immediate death of even captain-level ghost riders.

While Zhang Xiangguang was fighting against a few captains.

Not far outside the Shuangqiao Town elementary school.

A few people were watching the area, not daring to approach because the Ghost Envoys had already been lured over, surrounding that place, creating a death match arena. Anyone who got close would trigger the killing law of the Ghost Envoys.

“Eight captains without exception, Zhang Xiangguang risking his life like this is worth it. Even if he can’t eliminate them all at once, as long as he takes out half, the Ghost Envoys can finish off the rest. This is a battle with no winner.”

An old man with age spots looked solemnly at the area locked in darkness.

His name was Zhang Xian, also a resident of Shuangqiao Town. Though he looked old, in front of Zhang Xiangguang he could only be considered a junior.

“Was this his purpose for having me lure the Ghost Envoys here? Truly ruthless, wanting to trade his life for the eight captains from headquarters. If successful, there’s really no one in the paranormal circle who can stop his plan.”

Chen Qiaoyang squinted and said.

Zhang Xian calmly said, “This is the safest method. Eight captains teaming up, if it really comes down to it, Zhang Xiangguang is likely to lose. And we can’t afford to lose, we must win, so we have to use this extreme method.”

“If a few of us teamed up, we might not lose to the other side.”

Chen Qiaoyang said, “You know my skills, they’re always effective in dealing with planned battles like this.”

“I know, but the opponent is also not simple, they have contingencies. Zhang Xiangguang wouldn’t gamble on this at such a crucial time, and I don’t recommend gambling either,” Zhang Xian said.

Chen Qiaoyang nodded, “Understood, after planning for decades, definitely wouldn’t want one last battle to decide victory or defeat. Otherwise, losing one match leads to losing everything, how unjust. If there’s a fight, it should be meaningful. Now that the Ghost Envoys have surrounded the area, what are we doing here?”

He then asked.

Zhang Xian said, “Preventing plan failure, if necessary, let the Ghost Envoys go out of control, increase Ghost Envoy suppression numbers, and deliver a fatal blow to any remaining captains, preventing any captains from escaping.”

“I see.”

Chen Qiaoyang squinted and said, “No wonder you need me to keep watch here.”

“The moment they entered the elementary school in Shuangqiao Town, they already lost,” Zhang Xian spoke, “This is the Ghost Drawing world, they can’t escape.”

“Then I really want to wait and see how those captains eventually die.”

Chen Qiaoyang felt a bit expectant as well.

At this moment, Zhang Xian turned his head to look in another direction, “While all the captains are fighting here, over there it can almost begin.”

He referred to the Ghost Post Office in Dahan City.

And inside the Ghost Post Office.

Sun Rui stood at the door with a cane, looking at the grey space outside, his brows furrowed deeply with worry.

“The situation of paranormal erosion is getting more serious, at this rate the entire city will be enveloped in the ghost domain of Ghost Drawing soon. I wonder if Yang Jian and the others can stop all this in time. If it gets any later, this city might be doomed.”

He was very anxious because he was the person in charge of Dahan City.

Having been responsible for the city for so long, now he could only watch the supernatural appear helplessly.

But what Sun Rui didn’t notice was.

In the world of oil painting.

The real Zhang Xiangguang was still inside the Ghost Post Office, sitting quietly in a corner silently calculating time.

In the oil painting world, there’s no concept of time, he could only roughly estimate based on when Yang Jian left.

The timing can’t be too early or too late.

Exposing too early would add unnecessary risk, but appearing too late could affect the smooth progression of the plan, so he had to be very careful with timing.

“I wonder when I can get out of this ghost place. Being trapped here for too long, I’ve almost forgotten what the outside world looks like.”

The complaints in the Ghost Post Office within the oil painting came again.

Such complaints happened daily, nothing new.

“I feel this time the Ghost Drawing might lose control, it’s also an opportunity for us.”

“Opportunity? I see it as a crisis. If a supernatural incident breaks out, many people outside will surely die.”

While these people were discussing, someone else looked towards the corner at Zhang Xiangguang.

“Hey, Zhang Xiangguang, what exactly do you want to do outside? Killing captains, messing with Ghost Drawing, I feel you’re planning something big. Also, your answer to Yang Jian seemed somewhat concealed.”

Thought Zhang Xiangguang wouldn’t answer, unexpectedly he slowly stood up from the corner.

“Time is almost up.”

“What?”

The Zhang Xiangguang in the oil painting smiled slightly, “I said, time is almost up, I should leave here.”

“Leave here? Zhang Xiangguang, are you confused? We are all people drawn in the painting, not real, can only exist in the oil painting world, can’t get out, even suicide is hard, can only wander here forever like lost souls, not free.”

Someone stared at him weirdly, seemingly finding him unfamiliar for a moment.

Unlike the person they usually knew.

Zhang Xiangguang didn’t speak, just walked out on his own.

Others watched him with confusion, not understanding.

“If you don’t want to explain, no matter what you’re going to do, I’ll stop you.”

At this moment, Yang Xiao stepped out, standing at the door of the Ghost Post Office, blocking his way.

“That’s right, without an explanation, you can’t get out of here.”

Others also noticed Zhang Xiangguang’s odd behavior and were reminded by Yang Xiao, immediately went up to block his way.

A group, at least a dozen people, were all former Fifth Floor Messengers, not top ghost riders outside, they were still a huge paranormal force.

Zhang Xiangguang said, “Explain? Sure, considering we’ve known each other for so many years, it’s indeed time I give you an explanation so you won’t be kept in the dark up till now.”

“But this matter is quite long to tell, I have other things to do, so I’ll keep it brief.”

“Actually, I’m different from you, you are paranormal beings drawn in the oil painting, but I’m not, I’m a normal living person.”

“Are you kidding? A normal living person? Living in the oil painting world for over ten years, and you say you’re a normal living person? Do you think I’m blind?” Someone immediately refuted.

Yang Xiao also frowned, “I came after delivering the last letter, and you were already here. Normal ghost riders can’t remain unchanged under paranormal power for over ten years without eating or drinking while maintaining normal body functions, even as a variant, it’s impossible to always maintain this state.”

“Yes, so I have another identity, which is the manager of the post office. Only as a manager can I stay in the post office without dying and remain the same for over ten years, seamlessly blending among you,” Zhang Xiangguang said.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone’s faces changed dramatically.

The information revealed was a huge shock to them.

“You’re the post office manager?” Yang Xiao stared at him.

Zhang Xiangguang nodded, “Yes, to be precise, I’m the third manager, the outside Sun Rui is the fourth manager, after all, the Ghost Post Office didn’t say only one manager could exist.”

“Okay, that’s roughly the case, you actually should thank me, because I’ve let Ghost Drawing cover the entire Dahan City, soon it will succeed. Once it succeeds, the paranormal beings within the oil painting can enter the world of Ghost Drawing, escape this narrow place, and hopefully, see your previous relatives and friends. I believe the future won’t be boring.”

“Hmm?”

They were stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and their eyes suddenly narrowed sharply.

“You madman, are you trying to drag the entire city into the ghost painting first?”

“Wrong, not the entire city, but all cities, all people. Only by staying in the world of ghost drawing can we isolate supernatural attacks, ensuring that everyone can live safely.” Zhang Xiangguang said earnestly and coldly.

“I hope that when the time comes, you will become my companions, not interference. However, now is not the time for you to choose.”

“What if I kill you here?” Yang Xiao squinted his eyes and said.

Zhang Xiangguang said, “I am the manager of the post office. I won’t die inside the post office; you can’t kill me.”

“Then I will let you sleep forever.”

Yang Xiao took a large step forward, his figure gradually blurred, about to disappear, while a strong wave of sleepiness swept over Zhang Xiangguang.

“Yang Xiao, you’re a genius. If you continued to grow for another ten years, I have no doubt you’d truly succeed. But you’re already dead, so now I need to change partners for this chess game.”

Zhang Xiangguang didn’t dare to hesitate, lest he be dragged into a nightmare, so he immediately took a step forward. An exit appeared in front of him, and he truly walked out of the world of the oil painting through this suddenly opened gap.

Yang Xiao failed to stop him; his supernatural power couldn’t affect those outside the oil painting.

“He was telling the truth; he really walked out of the world of the oil painting.” Others were stunned.

Zhang Xiangguang glanced back, said to Yang Xiao in the world of the oil painting, “Once I succeed, we will play chess again.”

Then, the exit closed.

The perspective outside the post office was cut off.

At this moment.

Zhang Xiangguang appeared again in the first-floor lobby of the apartment, where he saw Sun Rui standing by the door.

Sun Rui also noticed him, turning his head sharply to look at him.

“You… you’re Zhang Xiangguang, you actually walked out of the oil painting, how is that possible?” Sun Rui was very shocked.

“Nothing is impossible, because I’m not someone from the oil painting, Yang Jian can come and go freely, so can I.” Zhang Xiangguang casually replied.

Upon hearing that, Sun Rui immediately connected the dots: “You are the real Zhang Xiangguang, the third manager of the post office?”

“Correct, it seems you’re not stupid, just a bit weak.” Zhang Xiangguang nodded.

But the next moment.

Bam!

A loud crash as the apartment door was swung open by a strong force.

A man in his thirties strode in, “The plan can start, everything is ready.”

“Nie Yingping, you’ve done well, everything is going smoothly.” Zhang Xiangguang said expressionlessly, as if it was within his expectations.

At this moment, the man called Nie Yingping placed the large oil painting he was carrying heavily on the ground.

The oil painting was covered with a black cloth, its features obscured, but Sun Rui had a feeling that this was the ghost painting, but it should not be the true source ghost painting, rather a derivative.

“Let’s go.” Zhang Xiangguang said.

He intended to use this oil painting to leave here, the only way to stay connected to the ghost post office while leaving this place.

Nie Yingping stared at Sun Rui, “What about him? He’s also the manager of the post office.”

“Ignore him, he can’t hinder what we’re doing, and now it’s too late for him to stop us. Even if he tries, he can’t do anything. Because I’m also the manager of the post office, whatever he does, I can change it back.” Zhang Xiangguang disregarded Sun Rui. He either wouldn’t come out, or if he did, it must be a success.

So Sun Rui’s presence was insignificant to him.

Ultimately, the one to control the ghost painting and manage everything would be him, not Sun Rui.

Sun Rui’s face was exceptionally grim. He tightly gripped his cane, his veins bulging, wishing to fight, but knowing he wasn’t an opponent. Even his status as a post office manager brought no advantages.

Nie Yingping nodded, untied the black cloth, revealing the ghost painting.

Zhang Xiangguang walked into the world of the ghost painting without hesitation, disappearing within the ghost post office.

“What a worthless person, you think you’re fit to be the fourth manager?”

Nie Yingping glanced at Sun Rui, then turned and left with the ghost painting.

“Damn it.”

Sun Rui now felt powerless, understanding that his position as a manager wasn’t earned by himself but forced upon him by Yang Jian.

“However, you will regret ignoring me today. I’m not engaging because I know I can’t stop you alone, but that doesn’t mean I have no solution.”

He gritted his teeth, picked up his cane, and struck it heavily on the ground.

The next moment.

A series of large oil paintings appeared on the wall.

These paintings depicted the fifth-floor messengers of the post office throughout history.

At this moment, all the fifth-floor messengers turned their gaze to Sun Rui.

Sun Rui, with a grim expression, opened a hidden compartment on the wall, taking out a large painting.

This painting was also covered with a black cloth.

Identical to the ghost painting that Nie Haiping had.

Because this was also a ghost painting, though it was just a derivative.

This ghost painting was personally delivered by Yang Jian at the time.

At that time, Sun Rui had already suspected Zhang Xiangguang and was investigating him, so he secretly hid this painting, a fact unbeknownst to anyone other than Yang Jian.

Zhang Xiangguang, despite being the manager of the post office, had hidden himself so well that he was unaware of this event.

This was kept in the dark, right under his nose.

“I have another ghost painting. Are you willing to enter it to stop Zhang Xiangguang?” Sun Rui asked, looking at all the paintings.

“Another ghost painting? Then let’s not waste time, let us in, we will help you stop that Zhang Xiangguang.” Yang Xiao spoke up.

“He’s a manager and can’t be killed. We, the half-dead souls, may not be his match, but I’d like to try and see if anything can be changed.”

“This guy wants to drag everyone into the world of ghost drawing; he’s going to kill everyone. Although I long to see my family, I don’t want to meet them in the world of ghost drawing. It’s too cruel,”

All the souls in the paintings were emotionally stirred, unanimously wanting to stop Zhang Xiangguang, unwilling to see his plan succeed.

This kind of crazy plan was hard to accept.

“Whether you’re sincere or deceiving me with lies, I have no choice now but to believe you. Our kind has met a tragic end. If you don’t want everyone else to end up like us, living in the world of ghost painting, please help me.” Sun Rui took a deep breath and said.

After earnestly pleading, without hesitation, he uncovered the black cloth covering the ghost lake.

He laid the ghost painting over one of the oil paintings.

The oil painting and the ghost painting came into contact.

A passage connecting them was opened.

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