After I signed up, I looked at the class schedule.

It seems to be this studio, which is only open on Saturdays and Sundays during the day or after 5 o'clock on weekdays.

But in addition to these hours, I can usually come to paint, but I don't have a teacher to teach me, and then I briefly looked at the other requirements, and I felt that I understood almost everything, and decided to go home.

As I was going downstairs, I suddenly heard a couple come out of the room behind me, both of whom were not very old, only eighteen or nineteen years old.

At a glance, you can see that they are all students.

When the male student came out in a school uniform, he said to the teacher, "I'm gone, teacher, we'll come back tomorrow!"

The female student next to her also nodded with a smile.

The teacher in front of him waved his hand to the two of them, and when he watched them walk downstairs, he suddenly said: "There is no one in this studio, if there are no other students today, I will close the door!"

The couple nodded and responded, "There's no one left, it's just the two of us!"

As they walked down, a question suddenly occurred to me, didn't we see three people when we checked the room before?

But we used to look at the environment of the studio, not at the students, so I don't remember exactly what they were like.

And Wang Ruohan next to me interjected: "There is also a girl with a red ponytail and a red coat, in the room on the far right, teacher, when you lock the door for a while, don't lock people inside!"

When I said this, I saw that the face of you, the teacher, had changed abnormally.

As if I had seen something terrifying, I was stunned for a moment.

By the way, this teacher's name is Sun Dahai, and he has been setting up a studio here for more than two years.

Sun Dahai nodded and said to me vaguely: "Then I know, I'll take a look in a while, do you want to study today? If you don't study, you can come back tomorrow!"

We came here today to make a name, so I didn't plan to stay here longer, so I took Wang Ruohan back home.

Nowadays, technology is so advanced, although we came out of the village, we still like to deal with new things.

Since we had already decided to stay in the coastal city for a long time, we bought a laptop in the room.

After connecting to the Internet, Wang Ruohan usually surfs the Internet when he is at home during the day.

Today's Wang Ruohan is particularly happy.

Maybe it's because I signed up for her to learn how to draw, but when she got home, she sat down in front of the computer and started browsing the web.

Anyway, I don't want to go online, and I don't know much about Wang Ruohan's operation.

As a result, I suddenly saw a strange picture pop up on the page!

At first I thought I was poisoned.

I saw a black page with the words "The Curse of the City" written in bright red letters!

This page is very attractive.

Although the background is only a pure black, but with the red font, I was unconsciously attracted by this sense of mystery, I followed Wang Ruohan to sit in front of the computer and said: "What kind of mess do you see, I always feel that this thing is not very healthy!"

Wang Ruohan shook his head and replied: "I didn't make it up, and I don't know what it is, the web page that suddenly popped up!"

Then I saw that the fonts on the computer were slowly starting to change.

After a while, some videos suddenly appeared on my computer, but when I clicked on them, they disappeared.

The whole computer instantly turned black, and I thought it was dead, but then a row of scrolling subtitles slowly fell from above.

I read that it reads: "Welcome to the urban horror story, every story here is real, what happened around you, I hope you can like it, and now I will tell you the first story called Magic Pen Ma Liang!"

The atmosphere in front of me was quite solemn, and I almost burst out laughing when I saw this moment.

After a long time, in the end, it was still an inspirational story that everyone knows.

Then the story began to be told, but when I listened to it again, I realized that it was not the same story as I heard it when I was a child.

According to the story told on this website, there was a famous painter who painted in his room every day and spent his life painting as his main business, hoping to make a name for himself in the future.

But this person is born with autism and rarely communicates with other people, so in this case he can only hand over the paintings he draws to his brother and let him sell them.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get praise from society, and every time his brother came home in disgrace and told him that his paintings were worthless.

Later, after continuous and frantic efforts, the painter fell seriously ill and died.

But it didn't end there, and when he died, people learned that every painting he painted by the artist was priceless.

It's just that this person's brother didn't tell his brother in order to covet the money.

And keep all the money from the sale of the paintings for your own use.

But then this brother knew that his painter, Di Di actually had an illegitimate child outside, and shed a very precious thing before he died.

That's the lucky picture.

It is said that the name of the painting itself has some characteristics, but once you keep it at home, the person will have endless wealth.

And the painter left the painting to his son, and when the elder brother saw this, he was not greedy enough, so he tried to contact the painter's son and wanted to take the painting.

The two men got into an argument over the painting and got into a fight.

In the end, under the shock, the two men killed each other, and in the end, neither of them got the legendary painting.

The place where this happened was in this coastal city, and the painting has not been found until now!

However, as time passes, and now the hidden secrets are about to flow into the rocks, so in whose hands will this painting be, and whether it has the legendary effect?

After reading this boring story, I closed the page, only to click on it only to find that there was such a page maker at the bottom of the page.

It was written Ouyang Ming.

My hands froze when I saw this, and this guy was doing something again.