The content of the oil painting is a delicate bedroom, with beds, tables and chairs, wardrobes, and some beautiful dolls scattered on the ground.

The bedroom window is open, and you can see the large green forest outside and the white birds flying in the sky, and the overall painting style looks very warm.

It's just that Ron has a weird feeling.

He put his two-handed sword back at his waist and reached out to touch the painting.

Suddenly, his hand was fixed on the wardrobe, and there was a familiar feeling, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Isn't that the cabinet and layout in that room before?"

This coincidence silenced Ron.

It was a long time before he turned around, the light of the torch reflecting half of his face, hiding the other half in a blur of shadows.

Ron looked down the dark hallway with a gloomy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a pause, he strode in one direction.

In the silent corridor, loud footsteps echoed.

As he walked, Ron occasionally focused his gaze on the walls of the hallway, the oil paintings that appeared at regular intervals.

Soon, he discovered that the contents of these paintings were all the same, all of them were the bedroom.

However, if you look closely, many details are different.

For example, the bird in the sky has already flown out of the window when it passes by the tenth painting.

The open windows seem to be blown by the wind, and occasionally they appear to be closed.

Ron had a strange feeling that the paintings hanging in the hallway seemed to be trying to tell him something in this way.

Frowning, his steps began to pick up, from fast to sprint, and finally, Ron's form almost turned into a silver shadow.

And at this speed, the oil painting on the wall actually moved like a real picture.

Outside the open window, the turquoise forest is like a sea of green waves.

In the clear blue sky, a few white clouds drifted from time to time.

Ten minutes after Ron ran at high speed, a pair of delicate red leather shoes suddenly appeared in this unchanged warm painting style.

This kind of picture made Ron slightly stunned, but he didn't stop and still ran quickly.

The owner of the red shoes seemed to have walked in through the bedroom door, and as Ron moved, the owner of the shoes slowly walked to the window and leaned down, as if looking out into the forest.

From the position of the frame, he could only see the back of the owner of the red leather boots, presumably a young woman of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with short blond ear-length hair, wearing a black dress resembling a gown, the hem of which was so long that it almost dragged to the ground.

After running for a while, the young woman in the picture seemed to see something in the window, and suddenly raised her arms in horror and waved them.

Then, the scene turns, and the entire bedroom suddenly turns into a sea of fire, and everything is burned.

Ron saw that in the blazing fire, the blond-haired young woman was already charred and blackened, and there were many flames on the long skirt of the exquisite dress.

And on her naked skin, a large pile of blisters burned by the flames immediately appeared, and these blisters were so dense that they almost crawled all over the woman's back.

Even though it was just an oil painting, Ron could still feel the horror and pain of the woman in that situation.

Immediately, the woman seemed to be unconscious, she staggered to the cabinet next to her, stretched out her hand to open the cabinet door, and plunged into it, and the cabinet door suddenly closed, and the whole room was completely plunged into a scorched black trace, and the oil painting came to an abrupt end.

Ron, who had been running for nearly twenty minutes, also stopped, and he panted slightly as he looked at the last painting.

"Is this one of the scenes before the manor burned down?" Ron walked over to the final painting, staring at the ruined image on it. "But what's the point? Why is it me, and not anyone else?"

If I'm not mistaken, the woman in the red shoes is the owner of the gaze that stares at him.

With the kind of fire in the painting, even if it is hidden in the cabinet and not burned, the strong smoke can still suffocate the people inside.

It can be said that the woman in the red shoes is dead.

That is, the person who Ron was back to back with him before was a dead man.

Even though this was already a guess in his heart, but now that it was confirmed, he still felt a burst of coldness behind him.

And this corridor, at his speed, after twenty minutes of running with all his might, it was still pitch black, as if there was no end.

"Is it because I'm special, or is there something about me that would attract that woman's attention?"

Ron examined his contents slightly, and there didn't seem to be anything noteworthy.

And just as he was checking the things on his body, there was a crisp sound of footsteps in the corridor that had been unusually quiet.

The footsteps seem to be very cheerful, pausing every two steps and pausing every two steps.

'Papa'

This sudden sound suddenly made Ron's body stiffen, and he slowly raised his head to look in the direction of the sound.

After a while, in the shadows that the flames could not illuminate, a pair of red leather shoes suddenly appeared in his sight.

"Hee-hee. ”

The girl's characteristic giggle came from the top of the leather shoes.

Ron's face changed slightly, he felt his scalp tingle as if it had exploded, and his hands and feet stared coldly at the leather shoes.

It was the first time he had actually encountered such a strange thing, and an aura that was the opposite of life made him extremely uncomfortable, and he almost wanted to flee from this place immediately.

Even, Ron could clearly perceive that the girl's eyes were looking at him, little by little, from feet to head.

The place where these eyes are staring at is as if countless black dense spiders have crawled up, and the creepy feeling is terrifying.

When Ron felt like he was about to collapse and was about to draw his sword and rush over.

The red leather shoes suddenly turned around.

"Hee-hee, come and get me. ”