As nearly 100 paintings were poured out of the small 'hidden space' by Yu Siqi, some phenomena that could almost be said to be able to attract their attention were placed in front of them 'without reservation'.

Most of the paintings have been vandalized, whether it's a torn canvas or a hammer to distort the frame, which means that they don't seem to be very popular. But even so, there are people who are willing to keep them. And it's still in a more covert way, which is very concerning.

In order to find out the reason, Yu Siqi and others rummaged through the 'broken paintings', trying to find some useful information from this pile of 'garbage'.

Eventually, a painting in good condition fell into the hands of the priest. The frame itself unsurprisingly suffered a fatal blow, and the almost completely distorted frame gave the painting a strange shape.

The entire painting is composed of cool colors, and the painting shows a worker crouching on a steel bridge that straddles the clouds and mist, painting a railing. For some reason, when Yu Siqi saw this painting, his heart suddenly became a little blocked, and an unusually depressed feeling rushed up from the soles of his feet.

In order to avoid further repercussions, he looked away and noticed that others did not seem to be much better off than he was.

The most obvious thing is that Xie Baozhen actually began to cover her mouth and spit it out, watching some undigested food scraps dripping from her fingers to the ground, Father An hurriedly handed over his handkerchief.

In fact, not only her, but even Gong Chen, who has always been very concerned about new things, is throwing down a sentence, "This painting is so evil!" "Don't turn around.

In fact, so far, among their group, the only ones who have not seen any abnormal symptoms are probably Father Ann and William.

'Wait, why is William all right?' ’

With such a question, Yu Siqi moved his gaze to it. At this time, Yu Siqi noticed that he was not the only one who had such doubts, because the others also looked at William, who had no reaction at all.

But soon, they realized that William was not unresponsive, but his reaction was too strong and he fainted directly.

Then, in the end, Father Ann is probably the only one who is still holding on.

It's a pity that the much-anticipated Father An didn't last long, and chose to put the painting on the ground, as if he didn't want to look at it again.

While the big guys were resting, Yu Siqi looked towards the 'dark room' that was less than three feet square. The 'dark room' that had been emptied looked a little dirty, especially when Yu Siqi noticed a lot of graffiti on the walls.

After making sure that there were no details to care about, Yu Siqi returned to his previous position. At this time, Xie Baozhen had completely dealt with her 'small problems', and Gong Chen also officially had a very serious conversation with Father An about this painting. No one noticed that the walls of the 'dark room' were oozing like ink, until Yu Siqi heard a very light speech.

“...”

This is a statement that surprised everyone, knowing that almost no one would have expected that at such a time, there would be other words to speak.

"Give me back the painting..."

If the first sentence did not attract everyone's attention, then the second sentence can basically be said to be like a pebble thrown into a lake, causing ripples.

Looking at the source of the sound, Yu Siqi saw a dark shadow crawling out of the 'dark room' that was originally nothing. The black shadow was made of black ink all over its body, and without its facial features, it could not even easily identify its gender.

"That's amazing! I originally thought that Wan Jie was just killed by an ordinary opponent. I didn't expect to encounter such a difficult thing. ”

Father Ann said in a brisk tone to the others.

"Is it hard?"

I actually heard the word 'difficult' from the priest's mouth, which is a 'special treatment' that many opponents couldn't enjoy before! Therefore, Yu Siqi naturally seized the opportunity to ask him.

"Of course, this kind of existence made up of purely negative emotions is very difficult to completely kill."

To Yu Siqi's surprise, it was obviously more than one piece, and even Gong Chen could be a suitable 'commentator'.

"He's right, so I have a good suggestion."

Fr. Ann carefully tucked the painting under his arm, and then said to everyone else: "Come and run with me!" If you don't want to die so easily. ”

If it weren't for Father An's next leg and run action, Yu Siqi might also consider whether he was joking with himself. It's a pity that looking at his posture, there is no such possibility at all.

Although the situation is a little rushed and tense, they are all people who have experienced the world. So, after noticing Father An's movements, the others began to run outside the house. The Shadow seemed to sense their intentions and began to act. But fortunately, although this guy is in a crawling state, it is not much faster than any four-legged creature that Yu Siqi has ever seen.

Just as all of them walked out of the gallery and began to move towards the next place. The speed of the black shadow suddenly accelerated, and in the blink of an eye, it was already 'neck and neck' with Xie Baozhen, the last person in the team. Then, another careless effort, it had caught up with Yu Siqi's speed. And in the next moment, he threw himself at the painting under Father Ann's armpit.

Although, Yu Siqi himself did not know why they wanted to protect this painting, nor did he understand why this black shadow that appeared out of thin air was so obsessed with this painting. However, they all know one thing deeply, and that is that it is certainly impossible to hand over the painting easily. At least, that's what Father Ann thought.

Aware of the shadow's attack, Father Ann deftly turned and threw the shadow out. The other party didn't look like someone who gave up easily, but directly came to Father An again at a speed similar to teleportation. And this time, it seems to be starting to do something to Father Ann.

"You forced me to do this... Originally... I have no interest in taking your lives... Merely... Right now... Perhaps death will teach you not to take away what is not your own..."

The black shadow, whose feet were kicked towards Father An's chest, spoke in an extremely incoherent manner, expressing his intentions to Siqi and them.

"I'll take this sentence as a declaration of war."

Father Ann pressed one hand against the other's legs and twisted them. A puddle of ink flew out of his palm and coalesced into a new shape in the air.

So, two dark shadows appeared on the left and right sides of Father An.