With everyone gathered at the Ghost Post Office, the once-empty hall felt somewhat crowded.
Sun Rui had arranged for the souls of the dead in the oil paintings to return to the world within the paintings. They were all very important Ghost Tamers and might have a chance of being revived in the future. Losing too many of them pained him as the manager. After all, the Ghost Post Office had become Hell Apartment and no longer delivered letters. There would be no more dead souls like these in the future.
"Thirty-six dead souls. Nineteen died, leaving only seventeen. The losses were severe."
Sun Rui thought to himself, I heard that the world inside the oil paintings contains a kind of supernatural pigment capable of painting things that do not exist. The oil paintings from before were created with those pigments. I wonder if, after finding them, I can paint the dead messengers back into existence.
He had another idea: he wanted to revive the dead souls who had perished this time.
"It looks like this matter has come to an end. I never expected things to turn out this way. He Yuelian became the final winner."
At that moment, a paper effigy emerged from a corner of the hall, and Liu San slowly walked over.
He had previously been resting in Shuangqiao Town. He Yuelian had used her Ghost Domain to bring everyone back to the post office, including him.
"Where is Li Lepeng? Why haven't I seen him?" Yang Jian asked.
"I'm here." Li Lepeng walked out from another spot. He looked utterly ordinary and seemed to have been standing there for a while, yet no one had noticed him.
"Looks like you're fine now?" Yang Jian examined him.
Li Lepeng said, "The duration of losing control was