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Mo Yan walked over, rolled up the painting, and pressed it on the wooden table.

"Pay attention to the surroundings, your fourth uncle has lived here for 12 years, and there must be a lot of things left in this room." Mo Yan said.

I looked at the tables and chairs on the wall, but the tables and chairs in the house were broken, and there was nothing to look at on the walls around it.

If people lived here, they would have left some traces, but nothing was left here, because it had been too long and those traces had disappeared.

It's hard for me to imagine that the fourth uncle has lived in such an environment for 12 years, and the feeling that this murderous house gives me is depressing, making people breathe uncomfortably.

I looked at every room on the first floor, I didn't find anything, and when I looked at the rooms, I counted and there were five rooms.

"Go to the second floor?" I whispered to Mo Yan.

Mo Yan shook his head, let me look here for a while, maybe there is something special to discover.

I nodded, and then looked towards each room with Mo Yan.

After reading it once, it was always the same as just now, and there was nothing to find at all.

Mo Yan frowned, looked around with a pensive face, and suddenly whispered to me: "Have you seen the woman's boudoir, have you seen the last room?"

I shook my head, I didn't see the woman's boudoir, Mo Yan pointed to a room behind me, I hurriedly turned my head over, this look, I was a little confused.

When there was an extra room behind me, I turned around and looked at it, and the more I looked at it, I was shocked, there were 5 rooms, but now there was an extra room.

"There were only five rooms just now, how could there be an extra room in a blink of an eye, could it be that I was wrong." I muttered softly.

"You read that right, there are only five rooms, and the extra room is made of dirt." Mo Yan said in a deep voice.

When I heard the word dirty, I immediately thought of the female ghost.

Mo Yan walked towards the room, and I followed closely behind Mo Yan, who pointed to the door and asked me to push it open.

I pressed softly, and as soon as I touched the door, it creaked open.

I withdrew my hand and retreated to Mo Yan's side, my eyes fixed on the room.

"It is indeed a woman's boudoir." I said in a deep voice.

The room was furnished with a lot of women's things, and there was a large dressing table next to the bed, and some makeup stuff.

The most important thing is that there is a comb next to the dresser, and when I look at this comb, I am surprised that I can't say a word, this comb is actually the comb in the painting.

The more I look at the dresser, the more I feel wrong, when I looked at it just now, the chair of the dresser was leaning inside, and when I look at it now, the chair of the dresser is leaning outside.

There is only one case of this, and that is when someone pulls out a chair and sits down.

I took a deep breath and stabilized my mind, and it must be a ghost sitting down.

"What to do!" I whispered to Mo Yan.

"Get out of here." Mo Yan said in a deep voice to me, listening to Mo Yan's words, I immediately retreated.

"There's a good chance there's a ghost in the room." I wiped the sweat from my forehead.

"Let's go back and find the painting first." Mo Yan said softly.

I was very suspicious in my heart, at this time, is it still interesting to find paintings?

I wanted to ask Mo Yan some questions, but Mo Yan turned around and asked me to close the door gently as I left.

I softly closed the door and followed closely behind Mo Yan.

Mo Yan and I walked briskly towards the painting, looking at the painting still rolled up on the table, Mo Yan exhaled lightly, pointed to the painting, and asked me to bring the painting.

I took the painting, and when I got it, I felt that the painting was very light, and it was light, but I felt that when I held the painting, it felt like I didn't hold anything.

"Mo Yan, this painting is very light." I said softly.

Mo Yan listened to my words, his face changed, and he asked me to open the painting quickly.

The speed at which Mo Yan changed his face startled me, and I quickly opened the painting, and when I opened it, I was shocked that the woman in the painting was gone!

This painting is just a blank blank piece of paper, which is really weird.

I suddenly remembered what Mo Yan had just said, the fairy in the painting, the ghost in the house, and the ghost is hidden in the painting.

At the beginning, the old man secretly followed me and said that he couldn't see the female ghost, and he dared to hide his lover's house in the painting.

"Open the picture! Don't move. Mo Yan whispered.

I flattened the painting, Mo Yan bit his fingers, and whispered, "Hurry like a law." ”

In the center of the painting, Mo Yan is a strange symbol.

"Since she walked out of painting, let her never walk into painting." Mo Yan said.

Looking at Mo Yan's hard work, I couldn't help but say, wouldn't it be good to burn it directly.

Mo Yan shook his head at me, "Some paintings can't be burned, and there are more than women in them." ”

"But there's only one woman in the painting?" I wondered.

Mo Yan didn't say much, just asked me to put the painting away.

"Go back to your room." Mo Yan said softly.

"Go back to that room." I looked at the six rooms and whispered.

Mo Yan glanced at me, "Of course it's the female ghost's boudoir." ”

I couldn't help but be shocked in my heart, isn't there a female ghost in that room? Why would you want to go.

Mo Yan sneered, "The painting is hers, so we naturally have to return it." ”

I couldn't figure out what Mo Yan was having, so I followed Mo Yan towards the female ghost's boudoir.

I pushed the female ghost's boudoir open again, and I glanced inside, and the first thing I looked at was the dresser.

In the mirror of the dresser, I suddenly saw the reflection of a woman, and I took a step back.

The reflection of this woman is the woman in the painting, this woman ran out of the painting, and now she has come to the dresser to put on makeup.

When I looked again, I didn't see the reflection of the woman.

"Mo Yan, this room is very unclean." I said in a deep voice.

Mo Yan asked me to take out the painting, I took the painting to Mo Yan, Mo Yan took the painting and walked towards the dresser, flattened the painting, and then put it on the table.

I didn't understand what Mo Yan was doing this, but when I was close, I saw something that shocked me.

The painting begins to take on color, and then a woman appears in the painting.

"It's hard to get out, and it's not so easy to get in." Mo Yan said in a deep voice, biting his finger and quickly clicking on the painting.

Immediately afterwards I heard a desolate cry coming from inside the painting......