By the time the second picture appeared, I had already seen the cause of these people's deaths.

I stared at the picture in silence.

I only saw Xia Ming walking out of the room and constantly beating the whole room with a hammer, almost all the corners of the entire room, but still didn't find what the other party wanted.

But this is also normal, and the painting must be hidden in the wall.

I'm not Zhang Tao, bring me here today, and it's likely that I will never find this painting.

Next, I saw Xia Ming angrily throw the hammer on the ground, but at this time, the entire wall began to shine constantly, Xia Ming thought he had found some trick at first, and stood up excitedly, leaning against the wall and watching continuously.

If you go one second further, the whole room spins.

I've seen this kind of scene with my own eyes before, but fortunately, it was just my luck to run out, otherwise the time and place would be all occupied by others, and it would be difficult to escape in this situation.

Then I saw that the walls of the whole room began to fall off continuously, and the walls made a clanging sound when they fell to the ground.

However, when Xia Ming found out about the problem at this time, it was too late.

When the wall skin fell to the ground, it turned into a blade and floated in the air.

Countless photos began to rotate in the room, Xia Ming was startled, picked up a hammer and kept knocking on the wall, at this time he found that the door had long disappeared, but every wall was impregnable, and he couldn't do anything with his own strength.

Soon, the blades were divided into Xia Ming's body.

Brush and brush.

There was no hesitation.

When I saw this scene, I covered my eyes and could only see it through the gap in the palm of my hand, because the whole scene was so tragic.

I only saw countless photos and began to cut on this young man, although the physical education student had a big shoulder and a round waist, but in the face of this kind of attack, he could not find the enemy and could not see the enemy, and he held his hands and kept defending.

At first, he was still in this state, but after five minutes, he found that basically every piece of this young man's skin had been cut by a blade, and blood was constantly flowing on the ground, and the whole person had turned into a blood gourd.

As time passed, the lad's spirit reached the brink of collapse.

He began to shout in the room with his fists, but the room was completely cut off from the outside world, and no one noticed it.

Flesh and blood are constantly flowing on the scroll.

There was no need to look any further, the whole painting was restored to its original setting, and it was obvious that the young man was torn to death by the countless blades on his back.

It is natural for the other party to have such an end as a robber who forcibly broke in, but he didn't expect it to be so miserable.

At this point, the whole screen ends.

I slowly found the front of the painting, stretched out my hand and touched it gently, only to find that the other party was also absorbing my yang energy.

At this moment, when I looked back, I saw Wang Ruohan and Zhang Tao, who had already fallen to the ground unconscious, their bodies getting weaker and weaker, and their faces became whiter and whiter.

I looked at the painting with a frown, and at this time I understood that the real murderer was actually the painting in front of me.

This is not a happy portrait at all, but a cursed one.

No matter who owns this thing, sooner or later there will be a bloody disaster, and Sun Dahai has always been in the midst of deception.

Even Sun Dahai himself may not have known that this painting had such a side effect.

Faced with the catastrophe in front of me, I had to make one choice immediately.

It's the complete destruction of this painting!

It stands to reason that I should have informed Sun Dahai first.

It's too late now, and according to this guy's personality, there's no way I'm going to ruin this thing.

After thinking for a while, I reached out and grabbed the scroll in front of me, and at this time, I saw that the scroll in front of me was constantly emitting lightning and thunder, and every lightning strike hit my body, making my whole body paralyzed.

This thing must be destroyed, or this tragedy will continue to happen.

I forcibly endured this lightning strike, opened my mouth, and bit the whole scroll with one mouth.

At this moment, the entire scroll lost its original effect, and the accumulation gradually disappeared, and my body also regained its mobility.

In the end, I was like a little madman, constantly biting.

Soon after, the portrait in front of me was completely reduced to a pile of waste paper scattered on the ground, and could not be restored to its original appearance, so I burned all the pieces of paper one by one with a lighter to be on the safe side.

With the smell of burning, I saw a cloud of black smoke rising, and I grabbed the guy before he could escape the window.

Then it slowly absorbed into my body.

In this way, the matter can be considered a happy end.

Two days later, Sun Dahai came out of the hospital, and the first thing he did was to trouble me.

I destroyed the other party's beloved album, and the other party's heart must be dissatisfied, which is what I expected.

Fortunately, I explained the reason later, and the matter was forgotten, but what made me feel distressed was that I, a person who did good deeds, invited someone to eat a bite instead.

It should be regarded as my reparation for damaging the other party's album without permission.

After eating and drinking, I asked by the way, what is the future of the sea? This guy told me that he was going to go ahead and recreate a painting studio.

It is said that the old residential building has been demolished in two months, and although there is no need to pay a full fee for this place, there are still many albums and drawing boards in the studio.

Besides, this kind of building is dangerous, and it is easy to have accidents when teaching students here, so I decided to find a decent place.

In fact, during the meal, we invited another person, Zhang Tao.

I don't know why, Zhang Tao's phone just couldn't get through in the past two days, until I made more than ten calls even when I was eating, and the other party was always busy.

In desperation, I can only exclude Zhang Tao from this meal.

When I went to check out after eating, I saw some waiters around me who started to clean up the table, and one of them was eating while cleaning up.

This strikes me a little strange.

Generally speaking, these times are different, and the leftovers of the guests are basically thrown away, and there will be no waiter to eat them, except for the very poor.

The situation in front of me caught my attention.