"Sure enough, all the paintings here came from the same method. It's just that Ziyin turned her head and scanned the hallway, or rather the portrait on it. The slender hand reached into the air and stepped out of a snapping gesture. "I really don't know how many people I killed before I appeared."

"Close, two." Ziyin turned her head to look at the two girls next to her.

"Why, this" Xingluo raised his head and grabbed Ziyin's clothes with trembling little hands. "I'm afraid this will really freak you out, if my guess is correct."

"Smack!" snapped his fingers, and Ziyin's hands hugged the two of them while covering their eyes before they could react.

At the snap of the son's fingers, a white frame popped out, and the frame gradually shattered into pieces, but the surrounding environment changed dramatically. The portraits of the heads on the walls have all changed dramatically.

The human face gradually became replaced by pieces of broken flesh, and strange smiles appeared on the flesh and blood face, and the eyes of the human face were all looking in the direction of Ziyin.

The original clean Western-style pavilion was replaced by dust, and a little blood seeped out of the ground. It's just that the recovery time is only one second, and after a second, the whole place is the same again.

Ziyin let go of her hands, and her face gradually became solemn.

"Sure my guess was correct?"

"Hey, what do you see?" Xingluo hugged Ziyin's arm and scanned the surroundings, "I still suggest you ignore those, sure enough, they have gone too far." ”

Ziyin shook her head. These things are really beyond the scope of human cognition, and it can even be said that the scope of human psychology can endure.

"Let's solve it quickly. What they've done has succeeded in me off. Ziyin's hand gently brushed his golden right eye, "Liuli!" ”

A long sword swept aside. All the portraits gradually turned into broken glass and rags. A young girl gradually floated behind Ziyin, and the girl held a golden long sword in both hands.

"Sure enough, this thing should be all smashed." Ziyin's afterglow glanced at the rags below. The rags gradually sizzled like concentrated sulfuric acid, and the portraits on the ground turned into pools of blood, gradually disappearing.

"That, you" Zhixian looked at Ziyin's face, and Ziyin looked calm, as if she didn't have any emotion for this.

"I'm getting better at last, let's go, I'd like to see what illusions they've prepared to welcome me." Ziyin looked at the door at the end of the hallway. "What the hell did you just see?" Zhixian's purple eyes looked directly into Ziyin's scarlet eyes.

"Anyway, you don't want to see anything in your life. That's all. Ziyin opened her eyes. I walked in the direction of the front step by step. "I suggest you hurry up and follow me, if you don't want to die."

Ziyin turned his head to look at Zhixian who was standing in place behind him.

"I said that the danger of this place is not what you can imagine, this place is not a ghost as you know, but a real demon, and the Bible has recorded demons."

"This place is a hall? It's just that it doesn't feel like there's anything wrong with it. There are no portraits or anything like that. Zhixian scanned the surroundings, and it was obvious that this place was more relieved than the dimly lit corridor filled with portraits just now.

In addition to the large hall, the layout is basically the same as that of a normal European-style villa.

Ziyin walked over to the piano placed next to it. The slender fingers brushed over the piano's keys, but something strange was noticed. After Ziyin's hand left, the piano began to play automatically.

Ziyin turned her head to look at Zhixian behind her.

"Are you sure?" Ziyin looked at the piano in front of her. "Sure enough, it's kind of interesting."

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and the surrounding environment gradually darkened.

A "jingle bell" sound sounded from behind. Instantly caught everyone's attention. The cabinet behind Ziyin gradually opened, and glass bottles rolled to the ground from above. Pools of bright red liquid were left behind from the mouth of the glass bottle.

"It's kind of interesting."

Zhixian's face turned a little pale, and he just said that there was nothing wrong here. And then it was an instant slap in the face, and it didn't look as simple as it seemed. "So, never feel safe in a dangerous place, it's not a TV series, it's not a movie, it's not a game."

And the door that was originally open suddenly closed, and in the quiet environment, this sound turned out to be so loud.

Ziyin walked to the front of the door and gently turned the handle in his hand, which could be turned.

The door gradually opened, but instead of the original hallway, it was a series of forks. There are also doors on the side, so if it looked like a lobby on the first floor of a Western-style building, it can now be said that it is a guest room on the second floor of a Western-style building.

"Hey!" The two girls were visibly frightened by the sudden change. "It's not an illusion, the place has really changed, it's the principle of space, it's interesting." Ziyin looked at the fork in the road in front of him.

"Let's go, this living room won't be safe, all the liquid is blood, I can smell the fishy smell on it." Ziyin skimmed her eyes and looked at the blood flowing from the bottle, but her scarlet eyes had a faint light. "Let's go."

Zhixian took Xingluo's hand and ran behind Ziyin.

"Where the hell are you hiding" Ziyin sighed and opened the door in front of her.

This room is a kitchen-like room, with a table still with a few ingredients on top and a landscape painting on the stove.

"Kitchen?" Zhixian and Xingluo followed Ziyin into the room, but this arrangement was completely out of their impression, obviously it looked like it belonged to the guest room from the outside.

The door behind him closed again, and Ziyin walked to the front of the door and pulled the handle. However, it was useless, and the door seemed to be locked. "It seems that there is a strange change in the estimation this time."

The lights in the room gradually dimmed, and the sound of falling on the table at noon behind Ziyin sounded.

As Ziyin turned her head, a black apple gradually fell from the top of the painting. (To be continued.) )