After this ugliness, he was not tolerated by the upper class society and the occult world, no one regarded him as a guest anymore, he couldn't make money, and his wife and children were disgusted with him.

His father-in-law's company was also suppressed by others, and in order to protect himself, he asked his daughter to divorce him and took his son abroad.

He completely became an outcast, and had to run away with unwillingness and resentment.

After he left Darong City, he seemed to have disappeared, only occasionally appearing a few times, and people in the rivers and lakes thought he was dead.

Unexpectedly, he has been dormant, waiting for the day of revenge.

Director Yang was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and said, "I will report to the General Administration immediately."

A look of pain appeared on his face, "I can't protect the sorceress, it's really useless!"

Wen Junzhi's heart twitched, as if blood flowed out.

He swore to Bai Zhou that he would protect her, but that Zheng Qiuming actually exchanged her soul under his nose.

He has lived for more than twenty years, and he has never felt so useless as he does now.

Bai Zhou was standing in the mansion at this time, and the decoration inside was very luxurious, showing the extravagant nature of the aristocracy.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see a huge oil painting hanging on the wall in front of the front hall, which shows a man wearing traditional Siamese costume, with a sword at his waist, and he looks very handsome, but his eyes look very gloomy, no matter which direction you stand, he seems to be staring at you.

Beside him lay a hound, with a rabbit in its mouth and a small red ball pressed under its paws.

"Ahh The woman's screams rang out, and Bai Zhou turned his head to see a tall male prisoner throwing a female prisoner to the ground and tearing her clothes.

"! I'm going to die anyway, I'm going to be cool first!" He scolded.

The woman below him screamed, struggling desperately, but because of the difference in size, she couldn't push him away at all.

That woman was none other than Apa.

She was also chosen.

Bai Zhou walked up and said, "Let her go."

The male prisoner glanced back at her and smiled lewdly, "What, chick, you want to try it too?" Don't worry, I'll play you again after I've played her!"

"You're dying." Bai Zhou stared at him expressionlessly.

", what did you say?" The male prisoner was furious, threw Apa away, and strode towards Bai Zhou.

Everyone looked at it, but no one came to help.

Song Xi frowned slightly, staring at Bai Zhou tightly, feeling that something was wrong.

Bai Zhou raised his hand and pointed to the painting on the wall: "You have been cursed by him, and you are about to die."

The male prisoner was even more angry, and the fan-like slap slammed into her head.

Bai Zhou dodged very easily, and said very seriously: "You still have ten seconds to live, and if you have this time to hit me, you might as well think of ways to save yourself."

"Bastard!" The male prisoner was so angry that his forehead was bruised, and his slap turned into a fist, eager to smash Bai Zhou's head.

However, his movements were abrupt, as he noticed that everyone was staring at his raised fist.

He looked sideways, and saw that the fist had begun to shrink and become shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a dried corpse buried in the desert that had been dead for many years.

"Ahh He let out a terrible scream, the shriveled start from his fist and spread towards his body, and his face was full of pain, and he stumbled forward two steps, and then with a pop, he fell to his knees in front of Bai Zhou.

Song Pashan and the others outside heard this scream, and narrowed their eyes slightly: "It's already started, I don't know how many people can survive this time?" Last time, the group was wiped out."

The uneasiness in Sha Chu's heart became even stronger.

"Help me...... I don't want to die......" The male prisoner knelt in front of Bai Zhou and stretched out his hand to her, his eyes full of begging, but Bai Zhou did not have the slightest pity.

Because just now she saw from the small words on his head, he is a *** criminal, or the kind of woman who kills first, there have been seven girls who have been murdered by him, and he has tattoos on his back, which are seven red hearts, and every time he violates and kills a girl, he will tattoo a heart on his body.

That's the evidence of his guilt!

Such a person does not deserve sympathy.

The male prisoner quickly turned into a dried corpse and fell to the ground, and the hall was silent, and everyone's faces were full of horror.

Only Bai Zhou pondered, why did that painting curse this man?

What did he do to trigger the murderous curse of that painting?

She was attracted by Appa's screams just now, and when she turned around, she saw a small line floating above the male prisoner's head, saying that he had been cursed by the ghost painting and was about to die, and the countdown was turned on.

But the little print didn't tell her why he was cursed.

None of the prisoners in the room were cursed, so why curse him alone?

"Why do you know he's cursed?" A male prisoner suddenly stepped forward, his eyes sharp, "Who the hell are you?"