Mo Xun and I repeated the work of rescuing souls, the owner of the gold shop, Han Zixiao, and Grandma Shuangtong, they are just one of many souls, all of whom are prisoners of Su Li in the painting.

It has been several hours since we went in and out of the house from the oil paintings, and we saw that all the spirits in the oil paintings were about to be rescued, but we never found any trace of the ghosts and An Chen.

"Didn't that evil spirit attack us in the consciousness of man before? How can he hide now that he finds his lair. ”

"It's also strange to me, it's supposed to be the painter, he can completely manipulate the world in the painting, and we went in and he didn't do anything to fight back, so let us let go of these souls?" Mo Xun frowned, waved his big hand, and put the struggling soul in front of him into the Bafang compass.

"Could it be that these are the places where he imprisons his soul, and his soul is in another painting?"

"Oniye, you mean that the reason why he exists is because his soul is in the painting."

I nodded, "As long as we can find the painting and destroy the painting in it, maybe he will disappear." ”

"If you say that, it seems to make sense."

Mo Xun and I retreated to the cabin, Ji Yue and Xu Jialin have been silently guarding our bodies, it is very quiet here, nothing should happen.

Mo Xun and I searched for the remaining paintings.

"Mo Xun, come and see this painting, it seems to be Ling'er, you hurry up." I pointed to a picture that was only three-quarters of the way out.

"Don't rush, I'll see." Mo Xun rushed over when he heard the sound and glanced at the painting, "What are you kidding, the characters in this painting are so small, how can I be sure that it is Ling'er." ”

Indeed, the canvas on which the painting is exposed is all black, and there is a blurry white shadow at the very edge, which is difficult to judge.

"I have a strong hunch, it must be Ling'er."

"Let's go in and see." Mo Xun took my hand and nodded at me vigorously, giving me enough confidence.

I grabbed Mo Xun, looked into her eyes and instructed, "Don't let go of my hand in the painting for a while." ”

"What? You're scared. ”

"I'm afraid you're in danger."

Mo Xun nodded, he understood.

Then there was darkness in front of us, and we were already in the painting, and the white shadow was far away from us.

"Ling'er, is that you?" I shouted, the voice traveled far away, but I didn't get a response.

"Here we can't even see each other's appearances clearly, but the white shadow is so clear, and it doesn't look like a bright light." Mo Xun vigilantly grabbed my hand and stopped me from stepping forward.

"It can't be a trap!" Suddenly, I heard a voice in front of me, "Don't speak, listen." ”

Sure enough, there was the sound of tapping wood, and it was very regular.

"It's a distress signal, there's a soul trapped over there." I clenched Mo Xun's hand excitedly.

"Let's not go, I always think it's weird."

I immediately took Mo Xun into my arms and reached out to cover her mouth, "Shhh, you listen to this rhythm." ”

At this moment, I was ecstatic, without any doubts, I let go of the hand that covered Mo Xun's mouth, "This is the rhythm that my grandmother asked God to beat when I was a child. ”

"You're saying your grandmother is trapped here?"

I couldn't help but have black lines on my face, "Why are you so brainless, it must be that the ghost heard my shout and played this rhythm to tell me." ”

Mo Xun snorted coldly, "If it's really Ling'er, why doesn't she make a sound?" ”

She had been deorcating with me about who was right and who was wrong, and she didn't mean to go past me at all, when a small sound came from behind me, and I looked back and saw that a dozen faint green lights were moving quickly towards us.

"Damn, it won't be so unlucky!" Mo Xun took my hand and ran forward quickly.

"What the hell is that?"

"Now I know why the ghost doesn't come out, and I don't dare to shout loudly. It must have been your shouting that drew them in. ”

"What the hell is that?" She's really going to kill me.

"The bone-eater, it only appears in the dark, no one knows what it looks like, only that it eats human souls, over and over again."

I couldn't help but be a little stunned, I think I'd heard of bone-eaters somewhere, but for now it's all that matters if we get out.

Mo Xun suddenly stopped, the golden text at the collarbone flashed, and immediately fell into darkness again.

"What's wrong?" I had a bad premonition.

"We can't get out."

"Then don't run over there." This time, I pulled Mo Xun to run.

As I ran, I looked back, and after the two of us stopped talking, the green light seemed to stop and didn't chase us any more. I'd venture to guess that the bone-eater is stalking?

Mo Xun and I reached an agreement, and we stopped talking, but quickly moved in the direction of the light.

When I arrived, I realized that it was not any light and shadow, but an upright white coffin.

With the faint white light on the coffin, I opened the lid of the coffin and whispered, "Ling'er, is that you?" ”

"Brother, you're really here to save me, you're really here." I was hugged tightly by her, and although I couldn't see her clearly, I was sure that it was a ghost.

At this time, countless green lights lit up around me, and I immediately stopped talking.

"Ahh Mo Xun screamed in pain, "Don't make a sound, hurry up and find a way to get out of here, ah!" She told us in fits and starts.

I saw the green light all around, all gathered together, Mo Xun must be there.

I hugged the ghost tightly, reflexively entered the coffin, and forcefully closed the coffin lid halfway, so as to whisper in her ear: "Ling'er, we are trapped in the painting, how can we get out?" ”

"In the painting? You mean I'm out of body right now? This can't be, I'm covered in wounds from the bite of that thing, only this coffin can hide. "The ghost didn't believe she was out of body and immediately denied my claim.

"Ling'er, listen to me, Mo Xun and I came to you out of the body, and you have been imprisoned in the painting for a long time." The coffin kept shaking, and the bone-eating beasts violently attacked the lid of the coffin, and the screams outside became more and more miserable.

"If we are trapped in the painting, then we will destroy the only place of refuge, and maybe we can get out." The ghost lowered his voice and said a solution.

"What you're saying is maybe, if you can't get out, you won't even have a place to live." I asked rhetorically.

"If it's really a soul, then you can get out." As she spoke, the ghost recited the old words without hesitation, and a cluster of flames burst out of her hand.

The ghost pushed the lid open, pulled me out of the coffin, and quickly threw the flames on the coffin.

The small flame instantly turned into a raging fire, and the light of the fire lit up the surroundings, and strangely enough, the so-called bone-eating beast, I couldn't see anything but green light.