Yang Jian and the messenger Zhou Ze entered the post office lobby within this oil painting world.
The layout here was exactly the same as outside, but the surrounding environment was completely different. It felt somewhat unreal, making it impossible to tell which post office was real and which was fake.
There were quite a few people in the lobby.
Groups of people stood scattered throughout the hall, staring strangely at Yang Jian and Zhou Ze.
Some wanted to kill Yang Jian and Zhou Ze to seek release. Some chose to remain neutral and let events unfold. Others chose to help Yang Jian, because for certain people, this might be an opportunity—an opportunity to escape the curse and find freedom.
But regardless.
Nightmare Yang Xiao's appearance had completely disrupted the situation.
As long as Yang Xiao objected, no one had the ability to interfere with what happened next.
"One father and son controls the Ghost Post Office outside, while the other controls the Ghost Post Office within the oil painting world. Now that they have joined forces, they are enough to determine the direction of this entire supernatural place." Zhang Xianguang watched this scene and seemed to gain some insight.
This might be the opportunity he had waited decades for.
"Under these circumstances, no one is allowed to cause trouble." He immediately stated his position as well, awaiting an outcome.
Whether that outcome was good or bad, at least this life resembling an endless hell could finally come to an end.
The others looked toward Zhang Xianguang. Some nodded slightly in agreement, some frowned in thought, while others hid their faces and remained silent, making it impossible to know what they were plotting.
"Sit."
Yang Xiao pointed at a wooden bench beside him, then found another wooden bench and sat