When I had all the paintings in the gallery arranged, I found that there were a few empty spaces on the wall, and those paintings didn't seem to be in the gallery. If the pen, fun, and pavilion www.biquge.info not in the gallery, then they should be hidden somewhere in the master room, because when I came out of the library, I didn't find a place to hide the paintings.

Hey!! I still have to face that guy, I sighed helplessly in my heart. I cautiously walked to the door of the master room and stuck my head out slightly to look inside. I saw that the guy was lying flat on the bed and constantly shaking from side to side, as if he couldn't sit up. Still, I walked into the room half-crouching, step by step, groping my hands around the wall, looking for frame-like objects. Finally, on the side of the floor-to-ceiling window, I touched a few carved wooden frames. Because they were covered by curtains, I didn't notice any paintings when I came in last time.

Originally, I wanted to open the curtains and move the paintings. However, I suddenly had the feeling that if I opened the curtains, something bad might happen. So, I pressed against the floor and slowly pulled the painting out from under the curtains, without making a sound. And to make it more secure, every time I pull out a painting, I take it back to the gallery and hang it before I fold it back to pick up another one. I went back and forth four times, and finally there was only one painting left, and it was done. I scrambled back to the window of the master room and reached for the last painting, but it seemed to be stuck in something and I couldn't pull it out.

"Ho ho ... Forehead... Ho ho ... "The guy on the bed keeps letting out a creepy moan. Listening to this strange voice, the more I stayed here, the more cautious my heart became. I tugged at the frame a little harder, but the whole curtain fell to the ground with a "whoosh!!". It turned out that a rope from the curtain was hooked on a hook behind the frame.

The pure white moonlight shone in from the window, and it shone right on the person on the bed, and I saw that the person who was just trembling suddenly twitched violently. Seeing this, I secretly screamed in my heart, and hurriedly untied the rope hanging from the frame, and picked up the frame.

A shout of "!!! roar" came from the bed, and I saw that the guy who was lying down had already sat up, and his white eyes were protruding, looking straight at me. I slowly approached the doorway, but his eyes never left me, moving closely with me.

"Can he see it?" I suddenly thought.

I jerked around and rushed out of the room. I only heard the sound of "ping-pong" behind me, as if something had knocked over the furniture, presumably the guy rushing towards me. Curious, I didn't dare to look back, for fear of wasting my time and getting caught, so I rushed to the gallery and slammed the door shut, my hands trembling and bolting the door.

"Bang, bang, bang!" came the sound of objects striking outside the door. It seemed that he had reached the door, and it was only a matter of time before he broke in. I hurried out of the door and hung the painting in my arms on the gap in the wall.

"Bang, bang, bang。。。。 The sound of the crash outside the door slowly quieted out, and finally disappeared into obscurity. But there were no fireflies around from the last time, and there were no people, memories or anything like that. "What's going on?" I muttered.

"Want to know?" a low, eerie female voice came from behind her.

I didn't answer, but when I turned around, I saw a portrait of a noblewoman hanging behind me, and when I looked closely, it looked a little like the viscountess I had met before. Suddenly, the lady in the portrait stretched out her withered hands, grabbed me by the shoulders, and pulled me into the painting. By the time I reflected it, it was already pitch black in front of me, and I felt like I was suspended in mid-air, with no place to land. Then, a hand from nowhere pinched my neck so hard that I couldn't breathe.

"Die, die, die, die... The eerie female voice whispered in my ear, like a dream, and I felt like I was about to be hypnotized.

"No!!!" I gritted my teeth, reached out and grabbed the silver dagger at my waist, and poked at the hands with the last of my strength.

"Ah!!h Due to the shock, combined with the previous lack of oxygen, I lost consciousness like this.

In the dark, I seemed to come to a small dark house, in which stood a man and a woman, although the man was brightly dressed, but his expression was very rude, with a cigarette in his mouth, and the woman's clothes were a little plain, and she lowered her head and listened to the man.

"Listen, Avril, this is the deadline, and in seven days, if you can't come up with the money, I'll have to sell the dockyard," the man said to the woman.

"Please, Lord Hand, please forgive me a little longer, this dockyard is my father's life's work, and I can't just 。。。。。。 The woman pleaded.

"Well, I've been on pardon for a long time, if it weren't for the fact that you're a relative of the Viscount。。。。。。 I would have sold it a long time ago. The man said impatiently.

"Please, give us a little more time" The woman fell to her knees, grabbed the man's trouser legs, and pleaded desperately, her voice trembling, as if she was about to cry.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a man in a jacket with a duck tongue dragged the hand of a young boy about 3 years old with delicate eyebrows and walked in. The man looked at the man who came in, and then at the little boy next to the man, as if he didn't want to entangle with the woman anymore, and said, "At most, for a month, the rest of you husband and wife can talk slowly." He turned and left the room.

"Thank you, thank you," the woman said happily.

When only the woman and her husband were left, the woman sat feebly on her knees and looked up at her husband. At the same time, I could see her face clearly, and that face was !! the same face that had attacked my Viscountess before, with a slight difference that this face was a little too young, as if it were when the Viscountess was young.

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