At that time, the manager of the studio was a teacher surnamed Huang, who always habitually closed the door at night, but every time the next morning, the door would be opened strangely, and always messed up the studio, but only one painting was not damaged. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The painting has been sitting here for many years, and no one knows where it came from, no one wants to know, and no one cares about it, but this painting is surprisingly clean, without a trace of dust.

The painting depicts a woman dressed in white, with a very delicate appearance, and behind her is a forest, and the wind blows the white clothes and her black hair, which feels lifelike.

At that time, there was a freshman who didn't know about the legends in the school, maybe he didn't want to know at all, but at about seven o'clock that night, the students came out of the studio one after another, which was the time when the school ended in the evening self-study.

Mr. Huang walked over with the lock as usual, although the door would open the next morning, but he still had to lock the door, which may have been his habit, when he walked into the studio with the lock, he saw that there seemed to be a shadow in the faint light, and the shadow was constantly moving.

He thought it was strange and thought, could it be that there are still students who have not left? He also remembered those rumors, and walked over a little timidly.

When he got closer, he saw a person sitting in the studio, holding a pen in his hand and drawing something frantically, looking very forgetful, so he immediately took a look.

"Oh my God, what the hell are you drawing!" Teacher Huang screamed almost frantically.

Then, he hurriedly walked over, grabbed the boy who was drawing, and asked, "Why did you paint this picture?" ”

The boy was startled by this sudden voice, and quickly came back to his senses and replied: "I just look at this painting very beautiful, and I can't help but want to copy it, is there a problem with this?" "This boy painted the same oil painting of the woman in white, and it was very similar.

"It's late, hurry up and leave, can't stay here." Teacher Huang said eagerly.

"Why?" The boy asked puzzled.

"Don't ask so much, hurry back to the dormitory after class." Teacher Huang didn't give the boy time to respond, so he pushed the boy out and locked the door.

At this time, the boy was even more puzzled, why the studio had to lock the door, and whether there were any very valuable items inside.

The teacher Huang locked the door and left, he didn't forget to look at the boy, and then walked to his office, the door was closed.

The boy spread his hands helplessly and said to himself: "This is really strange. ”

So, he was about to leave, however, as soon as he took a step, he heard a strange sound, the sound of the lock opening, and the sound was accompanied by a crisp sound, and the lock fell to the ground.

The boy hurriedly turned around, he saw that the door was indeed open, paused for a while, and the lights inside were also on, but he just drew the curtains and didn't see who was inside.

He thought to himself, it's really strange, this teacher didn't let me in, but he sneaked in by himself. Thinking of this, the boy walked over with some annoyance, and when he just walked to the door, an easel flew out and smashed outside, almost hitting him.

Then some drawing paper began to fly all over the sky, and there was painting paper everywhere, which made the boy suddenly startled, he quietly poked his head, and by the light, he saw a figure appear inside, and destroyed all the paintings around, leaving only the painting, the painting he copied.

The boy looked closely, and the figure was a girl dressed in white, looking at her painting, and it was very close.

Suddenly, the girl said, "You have a good drawing." ”

"Ah, has it been discovered?" The boy was suspicious of his ears, as if the girl was talking to him.

So, he walked out and said slowly, "That painting is so beautiful, I just copied it." ”

"No, you draw feelings, I can feel them, especially the portraits of the people are very expressive." The girl's voice was a little cold.

"Thanks for the compliment." The boy replied with a smile.

"To draw is to find this feeling, you have already drawn this feeling, do you want to draw the deity?"

"Hmm." The boy nodded.

At this time, the girl raised her head, the boy glanced at her, and couldn't help but be surprised, the appearance of the girl in front of her was actually somewhat similar to the woman in white in the painting, a cold wind blew, and the girl suddenly turned into the woman in the painting.

This scene made the boy feel very weird, couldn't help but be scared, just now the enthusiasm is all gone, the body is unconsciously retreating, when he retreated to the door, hurriedly ran out, the girl in the studio shook her head, turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared, since then, the boy did not dare to step into this studio again.

It is said that the school also knew about this matter, and once asked people to take this strange painting to burn it, thinking that it would solve the matter, but a few days later, the painting reappeared in the studio, and the person who burned the painting also had an accident, and then there was no follow-up, and no one dared to touch the painting, so he let it stay in the studio, and finally simply closed the studio.

Long Daoling was also looking for the magical painting according to the legend, because there were quite a lot of paintings in the studio, he could only trace the location of the ghost qi to identify, and after a while, he found that the ghost qi was emitted from a box in the studio.

"Looks like this is it." Long Daoling said to himself.

Then, he opened the box, only to see that there was a painting inside, this painting was placed face down, for a while, Long Daoling couldn't see the strangeness of this painting, he slowly took out the painting, placed the whole painting on the easel, and began to slowly look at the painting.

In fact, this is an ordinary looking figure landscape oil painting, the background is a green forest, a long-haired woman in white clothes is placed in the woods, showing a sharp contrast, you can see that the painter's painting skills are very powerful, the whole painting is lifelike, it looks particularly vivid.

The protagonist in the painting is the woman in white, only to see a silk-like black hair fluttering in the wind, like a crow's wings, black and bright, she has a melon seed face, slender phoenix eyebrows, a pair of eyes like stars and moons, dripping cherry-like red lips, flawless melon seed face, pointed chin slightly upturned forward, feeling refined and elegant.

"It's, it's so beautiful, and it's so realistic." Long Daoling couldn't help but say that he was a person who didn't know much about art, but he was also deeply attracted by this painting.

His eyes were fixed on the painting, as if the woman in the painting seemed to have life, and her eyes seemed to be looking at herself, the ancients once said that a painting can reach this state, then it is a work with a soul.

Suddenly, he found that the smile of the woman in the painting became very strange, the eyes that were originally like the stars and the moon felt dark, the whole painting exuded a thick black atmosphere, and a terrifying scene appeared, only to see the beautiful woman come out of the painting, with a cold smile on her face.

At this time, the woman in the painting cast an extremely unfriendly gaze on Long Daoling, because she would only be interested in those who knew how to paint, because the aura on their bodies would resonate with her, however, the man in front of her did not have this kind of aura, on the contrary, this man exuded the same ghost aura as herself, and was very human, and she must have come here for a purpose.

At this time, Long Daoling smiled and said: "Hehe, it actually came out of the painting directly, it is really a lifelike work, it seems that it is not a work with a soul, but a work with a hidden ghost, no wonder it is so fascinating, it turns out to be the effect of the power of ghosts." ”

"You are not allowed to insult this painting, you man who doesn't understand anything, what are you here for? If it was the idea to hit this painting, I would kill you! The cold voice of the female ghost echoed in the studio.

"It seems right that you say that, I'm here for you, you're the ghost of this painting, then this painting is my goal, I've already made up my mind, and it's still unknown whether you can kill me." Not to be outdone, Long Dao Ling responded to the female ghost.

At this time, the female ghost didn't pay attention to his words, and rushed directly towards him, Long Daoling immediately used ghost magic, and a scimitar appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he was also ready to rush towards the female ghost, maybe the female ghost looked no different from a person, and she looked very beautiful, and there was no sense of terror at all, so he moved some compassion, and after taking out the scimitar, he lifted this ability again, and decided to use his hands to attack.

At this time, Long Daoling and the female ghost were getting closer and closer, and soon they looked at each other, however, it made him have a strange feeling, feeling that his body and consciousness seemed to pause, and when he recovered, he found that his body was much lighter, and the scene in front of him shocked him.

At this time, he is no longer in the studio, but in an endless forest, with no other scenery around him, except that the woods are woods, and he feels like he is in a green world.

Long Dao Ling felt that something was not quite right, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart, so he immediately looked at the ghost ring in his hand and asked, "Ghost servant, tell me what is going on, what is this place?" ”

The ghost ring flickered, and the voice of the ghost servant sounded: "Quack, ghost master, your soul was dragged into that painting by the power of that female ghost, and this is the scene in the painting." ”

"Ah, no, I'm in that painting? What now? Long Daoling asked a little anxiously.

"Ghost master, your body should still be in the studio, it's just that the soul enters the painting, it seems that the female ghost wants to trap you in this, but don't worry too much, as long as you find the female ghost here and solve her, then, you will naturally go back outside." The ghost servant explained.

After listening to the ghost servant's explanation, Long Dao Ling was also temporarily relieved, but he couldn't help frowning when he looked at the endless forest in front of him.

At the same time, Long Daoling's body stood in the studio, motionless like a statue, but his appearance appeared strangely in the painting in front of him・・・・・・

However, at this moment, there was a light footstep in the corridor on the second floor, and it was walking in the direction of the studio.