This is... What is it? "I was amazed to see the faces around me, all of them with different expressions, their eyes on us, as if they were hunting for prey.

I was a little frightened by the sight in front of me, because this was the first time I had seen anything else in Chen Qing's ghost domain!

The painter had a grim smile on his face, and his side was full of drawing paper, flying like a flock of butterflies, and soon, he raised his paintbrush to me, and let out a strange laugh from his mouth: "Do you know what this is?" ”

I looked at the strange surroundings, and my whole heart was beating "thump", and I felt extremely uneasy.

“... Ghost Domain? "For the scene in front of me, the only thing I can imagine right now is this, an existence similar to a ghost domain, and the entire surrounding mirror surface is almost half covered by drawing paper!

On the other hand, Chen Qing, she didn't have too many emotions, her face was still the same, and when she looked at it without knowing it, she even thought she was facial paralysis.

"No, no, no." When he heard my words, he shook his head with a strange smile and denied: "This is not a ghost domain... The only thing in the world that can open the ghost realm is ghosts... This is a 'vision' released by the use of ghost tools. ”

"Vision?" I looked at the strange scene around me in horror, trying to understand this unfamiliar word, and thought to myself, this kind of picture can indeed be called a vision: "It can be performed in the ghost realm, and it is not limited by other scenes, this is even more powerful than I imagined!" ”

I looked at the crutches and brush in the artist's hand, and my heart beat for a moment, and suddenly I thought of something: "He just mentioned the ghost tool... Isn't that music box from before also a ghost tool? Could it be that it also has this purpose? ”

I was thinking about it when the artist on the side suddenly became excited, and an ugly voice came out of his mouth: "Look at the ghost realm and the vision... Who is better! ”

As the words fell, but seeing the drawing paper flying around him, a shrill laugh suddenly came from within, as if someone was blowing a trumpet and getting stuck.

Immediately after, hordes of drawing papers flew towards us!

The people or faces painted on them seem to be alive, writhing strangely on them, and the sound is terrifying!

I hurriedly ran back, hiding behind Chen Qing, her face changed slightly at this moment, as if she noticed something, her hands were spread out, and in just an instant, a huge and incomparably long blood cone was pierced from the mirror on the side, like a long sword, past the group of drawing paper, and stabbed straight at the painter!

The speed of the blood cone was extremely fast, like an arrow shooting straight towards the artist's chest, and he was about to stab the other party, and between the lightning and flint, suddenly a piece of drawing paper was lightly blocked in front of him!

Then a hand was stretched out from inside, and then there was a "bang", but seeing that the blood cone was pierced on these hands, the appearance of the blood drenched in the forest was blocked alive!

The painter stood still, the tip of the cone of blood piercing his palm less than five centimeters from his chest, and then stopped.

He didn't show the slightest flustery, there was still a strange smile on his face, and in the next second, he gently pushed away the blood cone stabbed in front of him with his fingers, and said in a strange tone: "Do you know... Death is not terrible... It's terrible that people are dying so mediocre..."

I looked at his frightening appearance and felt extremely uneasy.

"I've never been afraid of death... As long as you can complete these beautiful works of art... It's worth dying a hundred times..."He smiled strangely, and walked towards us step by step, and as he walked, the strange faces that appeared on the mirror began to move around, and the entire ghost space seemed to be under any control, galloping in all directions.

Immediately afterwards, groups of drawing paper frantically pasted onto the mirror, as if trying to cover it completely.

Every time a mirror is covered, it is as if the lights are turned off in the room, the mirror becomes pitch black, and nothing can be seen, and Chen Qing's face will also become heavy.

The Mirror Ghost Domain is closely related to her, and if it is destroyed, it is likely that even she will be in danger!

Looking at the covered mirrors, I was extremely anxious: "Chen Qing..."

However, without me reminding her, she had already begun to attack, and the bloodshot flew wildly towards the white paper, and at the same time, with a wave of her palm, an incomparable blood cone flew out from the mirrors on both sides, crackling like raindrops at the artist!

"Come on! Hahaha! He grinned and made his way through the blood cones, surrounded by countless pieces of white paper, as if he had an extra layer of armor.

Step by step, the raindrops of blood cones smashed over, like an egg hitting a stone, it had no effect, and it shattered into blood and water in an instant!

Chen Qing has been attacking, but none of them have played a very good role, and the painter is protected by white paper and cannot be pierced at all.

These blank papers are like souls at this moment, whether they are souls or alien spirits, they are all using their bodies to block the attack for the painter!

And the painter naturally does not feel the pain.

I quickly understood this, my heart clenched, and the whole person gritted his teeth: "Bastard! He's fighting for him with the spirits and spirits of his paintings! ”

These spirits and spirits, whether good or bad, were forcibly received by the painter, just like the old woman and the singer in the previous two paintings, their souls were trapped in the painting after death, and there was no way to escape, let alone be reincarnated, so they could only be at the mercy of the painter!

"He trapped people's souls in paintings for his own use, even if he died, he didn't let others go!" I looked at the painter, and I felt like I was holding my breath and had nowhere to vent!

His gaze met me, as if he understood my thoughts, and smiled coldly: "Come on! You can attack harder, and no matter how strong I am, I won't take a step back, because... They're all carrying it for me! Hahaha! ”

"Who are you, you ask? Of course, the people who were caught by the butcher and died in the amusement park, this is a masterpiece of the best, how can I let it go? He smiled sickly, and my whole body became more and more angry, and I couldn't control my emotions and rushed over, crossed the layers of drawing paper, picked up the axe and cut off his head.

He was obviously stunned, he didn't expect me to rush over suddenly, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly turned sideways to hide, and at the same time waved the brush with his other hand, and the tip of the pen touched the surrounding drawing paper as if giving an order: "Protect me!" ”

Immediately after, the paper touched by the brush was as if receiving a command, and it was all attached to my body in an instant!

I was stunned for a moment, the axe in my hand had not yet fallen, and my back was like being pulled by a rope, and the huge force pulled me to death!

"Bastard!" I gritted my teeth and tried to chop down, but I couldn't break free from the power on the paper.

He came over with a sneer, raised his cane and struck me on the head.

"Bang!"

I only felt a buzzing sound in my head, my eyes were dark, my body lay down directly, the world seemed to spin around, I couldn't see anything clearly, I subconsciously touched it with my hand, my head was wet and hot, full of scarlet blood.

"Don't worry, don't worry... You'll soon have your own place..."When the painter saw me fall, he didn't know what he was talking about, and he took out a piece of drawing paper from his arms with an excited look, looked at my face, and seemed to want to draw me too.

I waved my hand weakly, not wanting him to paint, but my eyes were clouded, and my body could not exert any strength at all, as if it had been evacuated.

In the blur of vision, suddenly a blank piece of paper fell on my face.

It was so light that I barely noticed it when it fell, but I knew something was falling when my vision was blocked.

The painter seemed to be in a hurry than I was, and hurriedly took the paper off my face, but the moment he raised his hand, I saw that the paper was mostly red with his own blood, and even the people on it were also stained red with blood, and became very clear in the light.

When I saw the person on the painting, my heart trembled suddenly, I forgot to breathe for a moment, and I reached out to grab the painting, desperately trying all my strength, even if I died at this moment, I had to snatch the painting.

"Don't rob .. It's almost done..."The artist opened my hand, still hastily drawing.

I couldn't hear what he was saying, my eyes kept staring at the painting stained red by the blood on my head, my eyes were moist, blurring my vision: "Mom..."