A ghost painting that was constantly bleeding was supported by two bloody legs as thick as bamboo poles, moving forward like stickmen, and under the raised bloody leg was a square sole without toes condensed by blood and water, moving straight towards the place where Shi Na was.

As it moved, all the blood flowing from the ghost painting merged into the bloody leg under the ghost painting, and I saw that the bloody leg as thick as a bamboo pole gradually plumped and thickened.

The whole ghost painting is more stable when walking, and inexplicably has a bit of the rhythm that a normal person should have when walking.

Smack!

Smack!

The blood was trampled out of a whirlpool, and as the footsteps lifted and left, it regained its calm.

It's not that Shi Na doesn't want to run, but her feet seem to be stuck in the quagmire, and the moment she lifts it up, she weighs like a thousand pounds, and she uses all her strength but doesn't lift a single bit.

"Aunt Chen! Aunt Chen! ”

Shi Na shouted loudly, raising the broom in her hand towards the ghost painting who was walking towards her.

However, Aunt Chen, the dormitory manager, still didn't react, but the ghost painting had already reached Shi Na's attack range.

Bang!

Shi Na hit the ghost painting with all her might, thinking that she would be knocked out by herself like before, but the moment she saw the broom fall on the ghost painting, the open abyss closed violently.

Sen Sen's white teeth were violently forced, and the end of the broom was suddenly bitten off.

Shi Na only felt that the broom in her hand was sudden, and the next moment, the white teeth of the forest opened again, and the other end of the broom was spit out, and it fell into the blood with a click.

The next moment, the ghost painting moved around again, and the target was still Shi Na.

Why are you eyeing yourself? Isn't the aunt who has no resistance fragrant?

The idea of this joke was only for a moment, and Shi Na was once again in a desperate situation.

You can't walk, you can't walk, there is no signal on the phone, and there is only a stick left on the broom in your hand, and it's still the kind that is not very strong.

Is he going to die again this time?

It's just that in a trance, I don't understand why I use the word "again", maybe people are dying, and my thinking has become a little jumpy.

The footsteps stopped in his ears, and the ghost painting slowly grew a blood-colored arm in front of Shi Na's eyes, although it was not as good as a real human hand, but the condensed appearance was already very good.

Of course, Shi Na would not rest on her laurels and swung her broom again.

This time, instead of hitting the ghost painting itself, Shi Na landed on the newly generated arm of the ghost painting.

The blood-colored arm was as thick as it was from top to bottom, so Shi Na didn't find a weak spot.

No matter what the outcome is, there must be some resistance.

I thought that this time her attack would be useless again, but I didn't expect that when a stick went down, the blood-colored arm that had just been generated was successfully scattered by a stick, and it flowed all over the ground.

Shi Na was a little stunned, but the movements in her hands did not stop, and she took the opportunity to make up another stick to break up the other arm drawn by the ghost.

Onika fell into an eerie silence, seemingly unaware that his novice hand was so vulnerable.

In the next moment, the ghost painting's thick bloody feet took a big step forward, narrowing the distance between Shi Na and the ghost painting.

But half an arm's length away is the abyssal mouth.

Red blood flowed from Sen Bai's teeth, bringing supreme fear, and Shi Na couldn't help retching from the smell of blood on the pavement, but there was nothing to spit out at this time.

Bang!

The next moment, without warning, Shi Na raised the bare stick in her hand and slammed it under the ghost painting, where the thick bloody leg was.

She didn't believe it, her legs were gone, and this ghost painting could still walk?

Bang!

The bloody leg was scattered in an instant, as expected, and the blood was scattered all over the ground, and Shi Na only felt a terrible chill spread from the shoes to the knees in an instant.

The two-legged ghost was painted as a one-legged ghost painting, but even though the ghost painting had only one foot, it did not have the unstable center of gravity as Shi Na expected, but stood straight as if it was nothing, but did not move.

The next moment, the front of the ghost painting fell straight towards Shi Na.

Shi Na raised the stick, but she couldn't wave it anymore, and there seemed to be a strange force in the dark that held her in place.

Except for a pair of frightened eyes, the expression on his face didn't change much as if he had been frozen.

Sensen's white fangs finally landed on the top of Shi Na's head, and with just a light bite, her life would disappear directly.

Shi Na closed her eyes in despair, hoping that someone would come to save her at this point in time.

Everything was as Shi Na thought, the next moment, she only felt that her body suddenly lightened, and the next moment she fell to the ground with a snap. When I opened my eyes again, I was surrounded by a blood-colored world, red like Shura hell, and there was a disgusting breath coming from the tip of my nose.

And not far away on the ground lay a white skeleton.

There was not a trace of flesh and blood left on the white skeleton, as if it had been eaten by something.

Shi Na subconsciously took a few steps back, but her mentality did not collapse, but she was very uncomfortable.

Is that white bone the end of his future?

At this time, Shi Na raised her head but only saw the blood-colored world closed above her head, there was no exit at all, and it was obvious that the mouth of the ghost painting had been closed.

Shi Na guessed that the aunt in charge of the dormitory had escaped this catastrophe, but she had become a substitute, and she didn't know when the next time she would be spit out of white bones.

The space of this blood-colored world is not large, and the air here becomes thinner and thinner as Shi Na breathes.

Later, he fainted due to lack of oxygen.

Shi Na didn't know that as her consciousness fell unconscious, her eyes opened violently.

It was a pair of cold, hard, solidified and emotionless eyes, with the appearance of these eyes, her face became a little stiff, but it was more delicate, with a bit of cold light that only porcelain enamel has, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked with a smile that seemed to be cured and decent.

The next moment, he got up stiffly from the ground, didn't even look at the white bones not far away, and stomped his feet heavily on the ground.

Suddenly, the ground of the entire blood-colored world seemed to have experienced an earthquake, and cracks opened in all directions from the position of her feet, and the gaps continued to expand.

Click~

There was a crunch that smashed the dusty door.

Tear pull~

The sound of rags being torn apart rang out.

The next moment, a warm light appeared under his feet, and the color of that light was somewhat familiar.

But instead of rushing out, she raised her foot again and stomped on the ground.

The entire blood-colored world couldn't withstand this kind of power, and it began to collapse in an instant, and the walls made of blood turned into blood in an instant, but they didn't dare to drip a single bit on her body at all.

The girl's porcelain-white face finally appeared in the warm light.

And the blood in the room quickly receded at this moment, and drilled into the oil painting that had been torn open in the ground.

The girl didn't have any intention of stopping it, and when there was no trace on the ground, the girl slowly picked up the broken painting on the ground, and then kneaded it vigorously, and soon turned into a blood-colored ring, which was slowly worn on the porcelain-white finger.

Then he turned around and left, and he didn't look at the dormitory aunt who was lying on the bed and didn't know whether she was alive or dead.