Yang Jian stood at the gate of the Ghost Post Office in the oil painting.
The door opened, and the lobby on the first floor gathered a variety of people. Their attire seemed to span several years, a decade, even decades, all different, and they seemed unlike the living, their eyes revealing eerie expressions.
However, these people weren't Evil Ghosts, because Yang Jian could identify surprise and astonishment in some of their expressions.
True Evil Ghosts wouldn't have these emotions of the living.
Yang Jian stared at them, and these strange people stared back at him. The scene sank into a deathly silence. Zhou Ze, who had come along, also stood frozen, with a shocked expression.
Why?
Why was there a Ghost Post Office in the world of the oil painting?
Why were there so many strange people hidden in this Ghost Post Office?
At the same time.
