After a brief conversation between Yang Jian and Yang Xiao, they had determined the future direction of the post office.
The other dead souls trapped within the oil paintings also understood that the post office now had only two possible outcomes. Either it would be controlled by Yang Jian and become the Yang family's private backyard, or they would completely take control of the Ghost Post Office, then use the ghost paintings to control them and make them serve these two men named Yang.
No matter which outcome it was, they had no chance of finding release.
But there was one benefit: they could use the ghost paintings to temporarily escape the post office's control and have some opportunity to interact with the outside world.
The price was that they had to work for Yang Jian.
These dead souls within the oil paintings had all been people who completed three letters and escaped the post office in life. Their intelligence and abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people. It was basically unrealistic to expect people like them to obey someone's arrangements.
However, the cruel reality was—
Yang Jian and Yang Xiao needed these dead souls to make a choice. Would they reject this plan, or agree to it?
The scene once again returned to deathly silence.
The dead souls began to think, their expressions growing complicated as they weighed the pros and cons.
It was not as if they had no choice.
They could have joined forces and killed Yang Jian and Zhou Ze, the two living people, returning the post office to how it had been before. But then they would have to face Nightmare Yang Xiao's reckoning.
The world inside the oil paintings would likely never know peace again.
The cost was too great.
"I choose to support