Chapter 73: Post Office: The World Where Only I Get Hurt Achieved
After dealing with the youth in the painting, Zhang Xiangguang suddenly let out a muffled grunt.
He gently wiped the corner of his mouth, and the snow-white handkerchief was instantly stained with a touch of deep red.
Unlike the thick fake blood like the paint from the youth, this was all real blood.
Of course, this was not caused by the youth’s painless supernatural attack, but from the ambush that morning.
Zhang Xiangguang had originally planned a quick battle to test Zhang Qian’s depth, but unexpectedly, he didn’t measure the defense power, yet experienced the attack power.
Although there was also the reason that he couldn’t use his full strength, the injuries from that supernatural attack were real.
“I underestimated him before. He’s clearly just a messenger on the first floor… Could it be his second time entering the post office?”
If not for the fact that the post office manager has an immortal body within the Ghost Post Office, Zhang Xiangguang might have really suffered a loss this time.
That said, if not inside the post office, it wouldn’t be that easy for Zhang Qian to injure him.
“Controls a fierce ghost with very high terror intensity, attack condition is easy to trigger, and seems to have the ability of consciousness flow…”
Such strength is not mediocre even in their generation; just unknown how the intensity of the ghost domain is.
But for such a person, the ghost domain surely won’t be too bad.
While Zhang Xiangguang was still lost in thought, Zhang Qian’s voice sounded in his ear again.
“Feels like this painting is not on the same level as the lifelike paintings around it. Wonder if this counts as a clue?”
Zhang Qian in the hall looked around; although the contents, colors, and even styles of the paintings on the walls were all different, combined together they didn’t feel strange.
Because they all had some kind of charm; the things in the paintings didn’t seem painted, but like there really was such a scenery or person.
As for the painting in front of Zhang Qian, it looked fine at a glance, seeming about the same, but upon closer inspection, it felt somewhat out of place.
Like a fake painting copied from the real thing, having the form but not the spirit.
“Hmm… It’s possible these paintings weren’t painted by the same person, so the level difference seems so great.” Jiang Dan deduced.
“Very possible; after all, the timing of this painting’s appearance is too coincidental…”
It was fine last night, and today after the attack, the painting just happened to change; how could there be such a coincidence.
Zhang Qian leaned close to the painting, wanting to see if there was any mystery hidden inside.
“Maybe this is that person’s provocation, deliberately placing a painting of his own here to declare his existence.”
Otherwise, if the mysterious person could change paintings, wouldn’t it be more convenient to just take the painting away.
Why go to the extra trouble of specially painting a similar shoddy product to replace it?
Jiang Dan suddenly said, “Then could he be hiding nearby right now, wanting to observe our reaction? Like those prank show hosts hiding behind the camera mocking the guests.”
“Not impossible…” Zhang Qian agreed.
Before the words finished, a ghost mask suddenly condensed on his face.
Jiang Dan happened to be observing the surroundings at this moment and didn’t notice the situation here.
Zhang Xiangguang in the painting wasn’t so lucky.
He had been staring at Zhang Qian’s portrait in a daze, and the suddenly appearing ghost face was no different from a jump scare in a game.
Even though his reaction was quick and he instantly guessed this ghost face was unusual, it was already too late to close his eyes.
Caught off guard, he took a solid supernatural attack from the ghost face.
A few drops of blood tears surged from the corners of Zhang Xiangguang’s eyes; even though the manager wouldn’t die, he looked somewhat disheveled.
“Was I overthinking?” Fortunately, Zhang Qian had only had a sudden idea, and seeing no reaction from the painting, he gave up.
“How about we go check other places? Though we can’t go to the second floor, the first floor has seven rooms to explore.”
“Sure…” Jiang Dan readily agreed.
Looking at these people portraits for too long always felt a bit creepy.
As the sounds faded away, Zhang Xiangguang still didn’t withdraw his gaze for a long time.
He stared at the picture frame on the wall, the great saber in his hand already poised to strike.
That picture frame was just like glass, allowing people outside to see the situation inside the painting, and people inside the painting to see the outside scene.
But now the picture frame held Zhang Xiangguang’s impromptu imitation painting, so Zhang Qian couldn’t see the situation inside.
But Zhang Xiangguang himself was unaffected; he could not only see Zhang Qian, but even launch attacks through the picture frame.
“Good kid… Will he be the next manager?” Zhang Xiangguang’s gaze flickered.
The post office doesn’t have only one manager; Zhang Xiangguang himself is the third manager, so when he sensed that fluctuation yesterday, he thought a new manager had been born.
“Though his strength isn’t weak, he’s after all just a first-floor messenger. And from last night’s probe, he doesn’t understand the various rules inside the post office at all, let alone control the entire post office.”
Zhang Xiangguang suddenly had a bold guess.
Could this guy not be a manager, but simply stole a portion of the post office’s supernatural power?
Pry supernatural power from Luo Wensong’s hands, not only succeeding but boldly living inside the post office…
Is there really someone in this world who can do that?
Maybe there is, but such a person probably wouldn’t look down on a place like the Ghost Post Office.
So it must be Luo Wensong himself acquiescing to Zhang Qian’s actions, perhaps even pushing the waves to assist.
But Zhang and Luo, those surnames don’t match.
“No matter what, he’s still an uncertain factor.”
Seeing Zhang Qian’s figure about to disappear in the corridor, Zhang Xiangguang slightly raised the great saber in his hand.
“I took one of your attacks; returning one shouldn’t be too much, right?”
Last night’s black smoke space restricted the supernatural weapon’s performance, otherwise Zhang Xiangguang wouldn’t have had to squat for so long just waiting for a sneak attack opportunity.
Now there were no such constraints; wonder how you would cope?
Zhang Xiangguang locked his gaze on Zhang Qian, ruthlessly swinging down the great saber in his hand, choosing a very unsportsmanlike sneak attack.
Attack condition triggered, terrifying supernatural power surged out instantly, but Zhang Qian suffered no harm at all.
A wooden door stood in front of Zhang Xiangguang; the black door surface was not only old but even somewhat peeling, yet Zhang Xiangguang’s saber only left a scratch on it.
Undoubtedly, Luo Wensong had acted.
Though merely a portal, it indicated his stance.
“As I expected.” Zhang Xiangguang put away the great saber, not planning to continue.
One saber as promised; though Zhang Qian relied on Luo Wensong to block it, he himself wasn’t also relying on the manager’s ability to withstand it?
Since Zhang Qian wasn’t a manager, there was no need to kill him off completely; after all, the Ghost Post Office was Luo Wensong’s thing, and he only wanted the manager’s eternal immortality identity.
