Fu Fan's eyes flickered, he circled his fingers to his lips, coughed unnaturally, and turned his head sideways to avoid her gaze.

I accidentally saw the woman's hand in the painting on the ground seem to move.

Fu Fan's expression froze.

"You...... Do you feel that this painting has changed? ”

It's not just changed.

The woman in the painting seemed to really hear his voice, and turned her head very slowly, her eyes lifted from slightly flirting to raised, and her eyes stared straight at him, revealing a sinister smile.

The ill-intentioned eyes are creepy, and a chill is born from the back.

Fu Fan pressed his temples and looked at the woman's face, his eyes were a little dizzy.

Qianwan's face sank, blocked Fu Fan behind her, pulled out the wooden hairpin from her head and tied it directly to the painting, raised her hand slightly, and the canvas was torn in half.

A terrible scream came from the darkness.

The canvas seemed to be covered with a layer of sticky red paste, and it actually fell onto the sign.

Fu Fan suddenly came back to his senses, his face was a little pale, his eyes were red and he looked at Qianwan, and he didn't react.

Suddenly there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground behind him, a dull sound, which seemed extremely strange in this abrupt empty floor.

Fu Fan's body was straight, "back ......"

Qianwan looked at him, "Don't turn your head. ”

Without the restraint of the wooden hairpin, her black hair hung down, supple behind her shoulders, and in the dim light, she could still see the solemnity in her eyes.

Fu Fan pursed his lips and pointed in the direction behind him, "Can ...... There seems to be some sound. ”

As he spoke, he wanted to turn his head.

Qianwan stretched out her hand to cover his ears, her voice was cold, as if she was coaxing a child, "There is no sound." ”

Fu Fan: ......

The movement of the heavy object crushing became louder and louder, like the friction of wheels across the cardboard, slowly approaching, Fu Fan stared at Qianwan tightly, and said urgently, "There is really a ......"

Qianwan's expression froze, and she suddenly took him into her arms, interrupting what he hadn't finished speaking.

The right hand drew a talisman neatly in mid-air, and the fingertip was tapped, and the floating light flashed, "Fixed." ”

There must be something behind him!

Fu Fan stiffly controlled his facial expression.

Eerie paintings, unconscionable sounds.

This made him feel that the three views were a bit precarious.

"It's okay." Qianwan let go of her hand, took a step back, stuffed a talisman for Fu Fan, and walked straight into the darkness.

"You wait here for me, don't look back."

Fu Fan's back molars tightened, reached out and pulled her small half of the T-shirt fabric, and followed in small steps.

When I saw the appearance of that thing, I wanted to leave with my clothes off.

He couldn't find a derogatory term to sum up the damage caused to his aesthetics by the "thing" in front of him!

"Shen Qianwan, what is this?!"

Qianwan glanced at the woman in the wheelchair, and curled the corners of her lips funny, "I said that you should not come." ”

Fu Fan glared at her angrily, but it was soft and lethal.

"Well, she doesn't mean anything malicious."

Qianwan chuckled and patted Fu Fan's head, who reluctantly snorted coldly.

Qianwan raised her eyebrows, half-squatted down, looked at the woman with an aggrieved expression on her face, and looked at her warningly, "You shouldn't scare him." ”

The woman rubbed her head in pain and gestured awkwardly with her fingers.

A whimpering sound came from his mouth, staccato like a rusty piece of iron, with a wrinkled, furrow-like face and withered hair.

The scene is really not very pretty.

Fu Fan looked at the woman's eager appearance and frowned hesitantly, "What does she want to say?" ”

"She's apologizing to you, she can't remember a lot of things, and she almost pulled you into the painting."

"Painting?"

"The Door Latch, that painting, is what she wants us to see."

Fu Fan was stunned, "So, who are you talking about?" ”

"Imprisoned on the eighth floor." Qianwan lowered her eyes and looked at the woman in the wheelchair, "An Dong's original wife, Jiang Li." ”

Hearing the name, the woman sitting was stunned.

Referring to the words he saw before, Fu Fan was a little silent.

After a while, he remembered something, and looked up in shock, "Zeng Li, isn't he already dead?" ”

An also invited the Fu family.

At that time, he was still young, but he was impressed, Fu's mother came back angrily, and directly made it clear that she would no longer have dealings with the An family.

said where was the funeral, it was obviously a press conference for An Dong to bring his new wife to authenticate his identity.

The fast-wearing villain also has backbone