Feng Ping was almost scared to death by the picture, the dancing firelight, the cold eyes, and the face that still looked pale under the orange-red flames, all of which made him feel like he was facing the impermanence of black and white. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The other party was still very silent and stiff, but he clearly told Feng Ping with his actions, don't run away from my sight.

Feng Ping was a little helpless, now he is like participating in a pantomime that has not read the script, the actor opposite is acting, but he doesn't know how to take it. Unlike pantomime, pantomime is bad but there is no audience, and if you do the wrong action, you are likely to be worried.

There was no way but to test further, no matter what, Feng Ping didn't want the other party to get close to him. Behind him is the stone wall, there is no way to continue to retreat, can only move to and from the passage, Feng Ping's upper body keeps straight against the wall, and then begins to move horizontally towards the passage, he concentrates all his energy to pay attention to the other party, as long as the other party has a little more abnormal movement, he will immediately escape, even if there is no way back in the passage, he has to struggle for one more second. In fact, Feng Ping is very clear now, and he doesn't even have a trace of expectation for the appearance of the escape route, just a little more is a while.

One step, two steps, Feng Ping had already shifted a quarter of a room in the room against the wall, and the other party was staring at him so closely, turning his head little by little.

"Damn, it's really not human." Feng Ping looked at the other party's state and complained helplessly. I saw that the woman in red sitting in the coffin was still looking at him so blankly, but she only had her head rotating and her body did not move at all, when her head was completely rotated 180 degrees and her body remained in its original state, how weird and weird the picture was.

A woman who is not human, a living person who has no power to fight back, is locked in a confined space, and I don't know how long it will last. Feng Ping summed it up and felt that he had no hope of escaping. And when he stood behind the passage, he took a step back and stepped up the first step. The woman in red stood up straight in the hall.

When Feng Ping silently used the word "straight" in his heart, he was actually a little broken, because he felt that the picture in front of him was a little too terrifying. The woman's head turned completely to the back of her head, and the moment Feng Ping stepped on the steps, she kept her eyes on him, then rose vertically from the hall, and then stood at the end of the coffin like a wooden stick, without the slightest shift in her gaze during the whole process.

Looking at her movements, as well as the position she stood up, Feng Ping knew that he had no way to do it. Apparently she didn't use her hands at all, or bent her knees. He changed from a sitting position to a standing position, and even maintained the same speed throughout the entire process of getting up, as if he was completely unaffected by gravity and the laws of physics.

Feng Ping didn't dare to move this time, he felt that if he stepped on the steps with his other foot, the other party might pounce directly.

Subconsciously raised his hands, as if he was being pointed at a gun, looking at the other party and the other party also looked at him, and once again fell into a stalemate.

"What the hell are you going to do?" I don't know if I can get an answer to the question, but there is no way to do it. Feng Ping felt that he couldn't think of any other way to deal with it well,

Hearing Feng Ping's words, the other party seemed to be stunned for a moment, but then did not respond in the slightest. Feng Ping actually just saw that the other party seemed to blink, but it seemed that he could only be described as stunned for a moment, and the jumping fire and the calm afterwards made him not sure if he was wrong in his observation.

"If you can understand you, tell me, and tell me what you want me to do. So I can't understand what you mean just by looking at each other. If you want my life, you can tell me if there is anything else I can help me with. Feng Ping continued, he felt that he should not be so empathetic in his usual life, but now he had the feeling that he was under the eaves.

After saying this, he looked at the other party with a pitiful look with all his might, although he himself knew that it might not have any effect, but when he saw that the other party had not changed at all, his heart was still cold. It's just that the next change scared him even more, because although the woman in red still didn't say a word, she turned her body silently. Her movements were still uniform and gentle, even twisting her body 180 degrees without the slightest wave, but her head did not move, and the horizontal rotation of her body and legs was equally terrifying. And the gold pattern embroidered on the silk robe made Feng Ping's chest tighten.

The color of the robe was bright and blood-red, and under the crimson firelight, there was a strange luster, Feng Ping always felt that the silk was definitely not ordinary silk, otherwise why would it be so gorgeous under the illumination of the torch. The golden silk threads on the robe outline the shape of a person's face, the realistic painting style, the real one is as if it is painted on it, and the seal even feels like a real human face.

It's just that the man's face also reveals absolute weirdness, because he is half human and half skeleton. Feng Ping's first reaction when he saw it turned out to be Jay Chou's "Half Orc", but no matter which step it is, it is much more terrifying than the cover of that album.

The corners of the man's mouth were raised, revealing a smiling expression, but it was not arrogant. You can even feel a kind of contempt and mockery in your eyes. Feng Ping didn't know why he felt the emotions in the picture through the schema on a piece of clothing, but it was strange that he had an inexplicable firmness, even if the smile was very inconspicuous.

The half of the skeleton was much simpler, with golden silk thread strokes, the hollow parts replaced with red cloth, and a faint ghostly fire in the middle of the eye sockets. There was no expression on the white bones, except that he felt that this skeleton was also very real, Feng Ping did not feel any other emotions.

"It's good that this skeleton doesn't laugh." Feng Ping was a little lucky. At least this pattern is scary, but it's just a pattern, and it won't be too weird.

Just as he was thinking this, something changed, not the same but the woman.

The woman, who was still blank and motionless just now, actually raised her foot straight and took a big step in the direction of Feng Ping in the coffin. She even lifted her legs in a strange way, lifting her feet straight up, leveling with the ground, and then falling straight down, with nothing to bend her knees at all.

The picture itself just looks a little weird, but in Feng Ping's eyes, it is like a clarion call, the other party is moving in his direction, can he finally help but make a move? Feng Ping thought as he couldn't help but retreat back. And as he stepped back, the woman took another step. Just two steps away from the museum.

And when Feng Ping retreated again and the other party also stepped out of the coffin, Feng Ping noticed that the woman was also not wearing shoes.