The battle in Shuangqiao Town continued.
Meanwhile, in Dahan City, shrouded by the Ghost Domain, the real Zhang Xianguang had already begun to act.
"There are still some problems at the Ghost Post Office that haven't been dealt with. You left too hastily," Nie Yingping said.
Zhang Xianguang was currently walking through the world of the Ghost Painting. They were heading to a village not far from Shuangqiao Town, where everything had already been prepared.
"If I stayed any longer, I was worried something unexpected might happen. Although I'm now the manager of the post office, the supernatural power I control is very, very limited. If I hadn't built a good relationship with Yang Xiao and relied on his name for protection, I probably wouldn't have been able to stay in the oil painting for long."
"After all, for the sake of carrying out the plan, all the supernatural power I controlled was transferred to another me," Zhang Xianguang revealed his current condition.
In truth, the real him was all show and no substance. There was only one share of supernatural power, and it could only be used by one person.
"You really are bold," Nie Yingping said. "If you'd been exposed, or if I'd arrived one step later, Sun Rui probably would have kept you in the Ghost Post Office."
"I couldn't die in the Ghost Post Office. Sun Rui wasn't capable enough to stop you, and I could still escape."
Zhang Xianguang said, "Otherwise, why did I kill Tian Xiaoyue back then and keep the fourth manager of the post office from taking office for so long?"
"The first manager just watched all this happen?" Nie Yingping asked.
"Luo Wensong?"
Zhang Xianguang said, "I discussed this plan with him. He neither opposed nor supported it, so he tacitly