A massive oil painting as tall as a person hangs on the wall of the fifth-floor post office hall.
The painting depicts a landscape.
It's an eerie old forest, shrouded under a black moon.
The trees in the old forest are sparse and leafless, resembling dried-up corpses, twisting and deforming as if they've been through a fire. However, the noteworthy detail is the presence of a charred arm protruding from the ground within the blackened old forest.
It seems to be trying to crawl out from beneath the earth.
Yet that charred arm remains still, standing quietly there. If not carefully observed, it would be overlooked as just another branch.
The eerie whispering continues to ring out.
This sound carries a strong allure, compelling one to walk into the painting.
Yang Jian's mind is clear; he is an anomaly and cannot sense this influence. However, terrifyingly, his body involuntarily moves towards that direction.
As he gets closer.
