Chapter 109 The Origin of Oil Painting, Strange Dyes

Chapter 109 The Origin of Oil Painting, Strange Dyes

Chapter 109 The Origin of Oil Painting, Strange Dyes

"Zhang Xianguang, what do you mean by this?"

"So what if it's a ghost? It's all the same to me."

When someone heard Zhang Xianguang say that the two people in front of them were evil spirits, he said nonchalantly.

"You are still alive now, which means there are still people out there who care about you, right? Do you really want this ghost to take over the spirit in the painting and become even more terrifying?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xianguang questioned the man.

"The ghost painting has obtained the spirit in the painting. It wants to kill everyone. Although I want to die now, I don't want my family to be harmed. That would be too cruel."

After hearing Zhang Xianguang's words, some people who had originally planned to commit suicide spoke up immediately.

"I really can't let him get the spirit in the painting. I still have people I care about in the real world, and I don't want them to die like this."

Deep in the hall of the post office, a man walked slowly. He was very young, probably in his early twenties.

However, what is incredible is that this person's appearance is 70% similar to Yang Jian, whom Zhang Hao had met, except that his temperament is slightly different.

He exuded a calmness, composure, and a hidden edge.

After walking out of the crowd, Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Hao and raised his hand to attack him.

Zhang Hao was looking at these people at this time. It was not that he had no intention of attacking them. In fact, he had already launched an attack.

He wanted to see if he could use the ghost paintings directly to invade these people.

Logically speaking, the person in the oil painting is equivalent to a painting and should also be able to be invaded by the ghost painting. After all, the ability of the ghost painting is to invade paintings.

If he could control this group of people, it would be a huge gain for Zhang Hao.

The people in the oil painting, not to mention their combat capabilities, just the fact that they were able to escape from delivering letters, the weaker they are, the more extraordinary they are.

But obviously, Zhang Hao failed. There was an invisible supernatural force in the oil painting world that prevented Zhang Hao from invading these people. It should be the source of the oil painting.

That's why these people have the opportunity to discuss.

"It's useless to me. If that's the case, just kill it."

After Zhang Hao realized that he could not control it, he immediately used the Black and White Ghost Cave.

A ghost that could make everything fade away attacked this place. The ghost post office in the oil painting was beginning to lose color from the position under Zhang Hao's feet.

The floor, the buildings, the chandeliers on the ceiling, and even some people close to Zhang Hao were losing color at this time.

At the same time, Zhang Hao stared at Yang Xiao.

The moment he saw that face, Zhang Hao realized that the other party was supernatural, so he naturally couldn't help but be on guard.

The invisible gravity from the black and white world acted on Yang Xiao along with Zhang Hao's gaze.

Although Yang Xiao’s ghost dream is very powerful, it is based on the situation of the ghost dream itself.

Today's Yang Xiao is just a derivative body with 60% of the original body's supernatural powers. In this situation, Yang Xiao was easily forced to his knees.

But at this moment, in the black and white world, an invisible figure was attacking Zhang Hao.

That was an attack from the conscious world. If Zhang Hao was unable to resist it, he would be pulled into the dream world.

However, what happened next surprised Yang Xiao.

His attack was blocked and Zhang Hao was not pulled into the dream.

In a world of black and white, a person without a trace of color on his body took advantage of this moment to hold a white curtain to trap the figure that was attacking Zhang Hao.

This ghost eye has the ability to see conscious evil spirits. Similarly, attacks from conscious evil spirits can also be blocked by this ghost eye.

However, this kind of resistance has some flaws, because this black and white world overlapping with the real world will only appear within Zhang Hao's sight.

In other words, Zhang Hao now has the means to deal with consciousness attacks, but cannot guard against sneak attacks from the consciousness.

"Die."

As Zhang Hao's ghost den unfolded, black and white portraits began to fall from the sky.

A wailing sound came from the portrait. The horrible cries continued to accumulate, making the entire ghost post office look like it was invaded by an evil spirit.

"It seems that there is no way to resist."

One of the messengers looked at Zhang Hao with a wry smile. He knew that this ghost was not something that a group of dead people like them could deal with, but he still rushed forward without hesitation.

Regardless of success or failure, even if the hope is slim, what if it succeeds?

Moreover, even if they failed, the worst that could happen would be death. Having been in the world of oil painting for so long, they were no longer afraid of death.

Flying spiders fell from the sky, trying to hook into Zhang Hao's body.

However, these Fei Lian lost their color the moment they entered the black and white world. The moment they came into contact with Zhang Hao, they scattered to the ground like a pile of burnt paper ashes.

Someone holding a shovel wanted to attack Zhang Hao, but the ending was not much different from the previous one. All the supernatural objects sensed by Zhang Hao who entered this black and white ghost den lost their supernatural powers.

Only some special attacks that cannot be sensed by Zhang Hao's ghost cave can truly attack him.

But this is useless. They are dead and don't have much supernatural power. Let alone facing a real evil spirit like Zhang Hao.

These attacks had just hit Zhang Hao, and the supernatural powers were affecting him, but within a second, Zhang Hao had already blocked and expelled the supernatural powers that were attacking him.

The gap is too big, and the black and white ghost den blocks most of the attacks from the real level.

It can be said that this is a newborn baby fighting against its fully developed natural enemy. All means used are ineffective and everything it does seems pale and powerless.

Occasionally, the attacks were successful, but they were all painless.

"Zhang Xianguang, aren't you going to take action?"

At this time, someone discovered Zhang Xianguang who was standing far away in the Ghost Post Office watching the show.

You know, he was the one who first proposed to deal with this ghost.

However, when Zhang Xianguang heard this, he could only smile bitterly.

"I also want to take action against him, after all..."

At this point, perhaps Zhang Xianguang felt that his plan had failed, he shook his head helplessly and said in a deep voice.

"Actually, I am different from you. You are supernatural beings painted in oil paintings, but I am not. I am a normal living person."

"Are you kidding? A normal living person? You have lived in an oil painting for more than ten years, and you actually say you are a normal living person? Do you think I am blind?" someone immediately retorted.

"Even a normal ghost rider cannot remain unaffected by supernatural powers for more than ten years. It is also impossible for him to maintain normal body functions without eating or drinking. Even if you are an alien, you cannot maintain this state forever."

"Yes, so I have another identity, that is, the manager of the post office." Zhang Xianguang said.

"Only as a manager can one stay in the post office without dying, and only then can one remain the same for more than ten years and perfectly blend in with you."

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

"Don't look at me like that. There's no point in saying anything now. My plan has failed." Zhang Xianguang suddenly seemed calm at this moment.

"The reason I said it now is because I feel that my plan has failed and I have been hiding the frustration for more than ten years in vain."

Because at this time, the black and white ghost den covered the entire ghost post office in the oil painting and was spreading towards this side.

That colorless world seemed to deprive everyone of their life force. Before Zhang Xianguang could even finish his words, the messengers who had been close to him died one after another.

Until finally, the entire Ghost Post Office turned into black and white. Except for Zhang Xianguang, the manager of the Ghost Post Office, who survived because of the protection of the Ghost Post Office, all the remaining portraits of the messengers were killed.

Looking at the ghost post office that had changed drastically, Zhang Xianguang smiled bitterly and looked at Zhang Hao.

"I never thought that after ten years of waiting, I would eventually miss an outlier like you."

"Sure enough, the old ones are the wisest. He is right. The supernatural is ultimately uncontrollable." Zhang Xianguang smiled bitterly and lost the idea of ​​resisting.

Zhang Xianguang knew everything the ghost did outside the ghost post office, and he knew there was no possibility that the ghost would let him go.

After all, once he died, the only manager of the Ghost Post Office would be the half-human Tian Xiaoyue, and the Ghost Post Office would be in a more out-of-control situation than anything he had done before. Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Xianguang and knew that he couldn't tell him any useful information.

The ghost bride directly used the ghost painting to lock him in a portrait.

Zhang Xianguang in the Ghost Post Office cannot be killed, so Zhang Hao has to wait until he leaves the Ghost Post Office before releasing Zhang Xianguang.

"Ma'am, where do we go next?"

Zhang Hao looked at the ghost bride beside him. Regarding this oil painting world, Zhang Hao himself could not perceive anything useful.

The oil painting has nothing to do with the ghosts in Zhang Hao's body, and cannot become a puzzle. He can only rely on the ghost bride to find it.

Hearing Zhang Hao's question, the ghost bride took the initiative to hold his hand and walked out of the ghost post office.

They walked further and further away along the winding path, and after walking some distance away from the ghost post office in the oil painting, they took a fork in the road.

At the end of the fork in the road was a sparse forest. The trees there did not seem real at all. They were weird and twisted, as if they were painted.

The surrounding environment suddenly fell into darkness at this moment, but there was a moon in the sky above this place, which could provide light so that people could see clearly.

Zhang Hao is very familiar with this situation.

They entered the world of another oil painting, and this painting was not a portrait painting, but a painting mainly of evil spirits.

In the middle of the sparse old forest ahead, the soil was slightly raised.

You can see a stiff, dead hand reaching out from the ground and reaching towards the sky, as if a person had been buried alive and was unwilling to die, trying to struggle out from the ground.

Zhang Hao had no intention of provoking that thing. His main goal now was to find the source of the oil painting.

As Zhang Hao moved further forward, everything in the painting seemed more familiar to him.

It is very similar to ghost painting, the only difference is that ghost painting can imitate reality, deriving buildings in the painting that are similar to reality, and even when it reaches a certain level, it can invade reality and pull reality into the world of painting.

This oil painting cannot enter reality, but it can replicate people in reality, and even other evil spirits can be painted by him. The people or ghosts painted in the painting are like real evil spirits, and they will not die as long as someone remembers them.

And what is the most similar point.

The pattern of the ghost painting's killing is to be remembered and seen by others.

The people and ghosts in the oil painting also need to be remembered in order to exist.

“Perhaps if the Madam gets this oil painting, she will be able to freely derive ghost paintings in the future?”

Zhang Hao was walking on the road, thinking secretly in his heart.

Oil paintings can depict people and ghosts, and ghost paintings can be derived from ghost paintings, but each derivation requires killing and invading the painting.

Once these two complement each other, ghost paintings should be able to directly draw derivative ghost paintings based on the supernatural power of oil paintings.

No, maybe it's more than that.

Perhaps, even the horror level of the derived ghost paintings may be greatly increased, reaching a level of 50% to 60% of the original supernatural power.

While thinking, Zhang Hao and the ghost bride soon entered another fork in the road.

The soil here is soft and cold. You feel like you are sinking into it when you step on it. There are many strange trees around.

He looked at those twisted strange trees and saw a distorted and blurry human face on them. These human faces were made up of the texture of the tree trunks, which looked very strange.

Continuing along this winding path, they soon came to a fork in the road. There were two forks, one on the left and one on the right, and it was unknown which oil painting each one led to.

Zhang Hao used his ghost eyes to see through the darkness and looked at both sides of the road.

The scenery on the left is very strange. There are large vats placed on the ground, and each vat is filled with dyes of different colors.

There were black, red, and green ones. It looked very strange, but there were no traces of evil spirits.

The scenery on the right is much more normal. It is a small garden with flowers in full bloom. It just doesn't look real, but more like a painting.

There he vaguely saw a person standing in the middle of the garden. Although the figure was a little unclear, it could be judged that it should be the image of a woman.

While Zhang Hao was observing, the ghost bride was already leading him and walking forward, as if she had sensed something.

That's the direction those dyes are in.

As they continued to move forward, they soon reached the end of the fork in the road, just as Zhang Hao had observed before.

This is a spacious open space with large water vats placed on it. However, the vats are not filled with water, but various dyes with strange colors.

The red dye vat was filled with dye as thick as blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood or dye.

The black dye vat was emitting a foul smell of corpse, and no one knew what was soaked in it.

It seemed like something was moldy in the green dye vat, and there was a strong musty smell.

The dyes in the other water tanks are also strange and cannot be mixed into real colors.

Zhang Hao approached a water tank and took a look. Even the black and white world seen by the ghost eye could not penetrate the dye to see the scene in the water tank.

“These dyes should be the source of dyes for oil paintings.”

The color of the dye here is indeed the same as the color on the oil painting.

Especially the sticky red color like blood is even more obvious. This color is extremely enchanting and cannot be produced by living people. Only some kind of supernatural being can form such a bright and juicy scarlet color.

Zhang Hao looked around and found that there was no corresponding oil painting exit leading to the outside world.

Judging from normal circumstances, oil paintings are like ghost paintings. Every strange place corresponds to an oil painting, and every oil painting means an exit.

But there is no exit here, yet these strange dye vats exist.

However, this dye vat seems to be missing a piece of the puzzle, which should be a paintbrush.

If these dyes were combined with a puzzle piece like a paintbrush, perhaps even ordinary people would be able to master the method of making oil paintings after enduring the side effects of supernatural items.

However, this defect does not pose a problem for the ghost bride.

The ghost bride who completed the ghost painting is a natural painter. She can easily help Zhang Hao paint the colors that a living person should have on his body.

"Perhaps, when I have time, I should go look for that painter."

Zhang Hao recalled deep in his heart that the original work showed characters or ghosts related to painting, which should be ghost paintings, painters, and dyes from the post office.

Although according to Zhang Hao's speculation, the ghost painting should not really require the puzzle from the painter, but every bit of improvement counts.

"Oh, there is one more place. There seem to be a lot of oil paintings in Room 301, but I don't know whether they are paintings taken from the ghost post office or whether Meng Xiaodong has these supernatural things in his hands."

Zhang Hao didn't know much about Meng Xiaodong. He only knew that she had the ability to invade the present infinitely from the past.

Also, Meng Xiaodong's killing pattern after his resurrection is very similar to the ghost painting, both are memories.

It’s just that Guihua saw her in his memories, and he is not very clear about Meng Xiaodong’s specific killing pattern.

Just as Zhang Hao was thinking, ripples appeared in the red dye vat, and then two people slowly stood up from the vat.

There was a rustling sound in the dark due to the sticky blood dye. A strange human head first floated to the surface and slowly poked its head out of the water tank.

The man who came out of the water tank covered in blood looked exactly like Zhang Hao, except that this man was red and covered in blood, which was very strange.

Then the water tank was boiling again, and the red dye was flowing out, soon dyeing the surrounding area red. However, the dye that dyed the ground red did not continue to spread, but instead slowly accumulated.

Soon, the red dye really stood up like a person. At the same time, Zhang Hao felt an invisible gravity appearing in his body, which was the gravity coming from his sight.

Immediately afterwards, another figure emerged from the water tank, and this time the person looked exactly like the ghost bride.

But compared to Zhang Hao, this derivative of the Ghost Bride is more similar to the Ghost Bride.

After all, the ghost bride's wedding dress, veil, and embroidered shoes were all red.

The only difference is that the ghost bride's hands are white and flawless.

However, the ghost bride who walked out of the water tank had red hands, which looked weird and creepy.

(End of this chapter)