The room is filled with paintings, but this one is the most eye-catching.

During the conversation, Qiu Yunying's attention was inseparable from the mysterious oil painting. In the depths of the oil painting rice field, the black outline flashes by, like a haze deeply implanted in the heart, which cannot be forgotten for a long time. The more I tried not to think about it, the more deeply rooted the thought became, and the blurred black outline became clear......

She had a strange illusion, as if she could see the black outline for what it really looked like.

"That's a woman......"

Qiu Yunying subconsciously muttered, and the ink of the famous pen "An Wu's Legacy Training" in his hand dripped onto the wooden table top, blending along the texture. Professor Chen could see that Qiu Yunying was being distracted.

Professor Chen wanted to take the opportunity to test Qiu Yunying's painting skills. He didn't embarrass anyone, he just wanted to see with his own eyes the true level of Qiu Banshan's descendants. Therefore, Qiu Yunying can just paint a painting that fits his mood, without considering the technique and style, just paint it.

But Qiu Yunying's hesitation and stunned made Professor Chen begin to wonder if this young woman was in vain like many descendants of famous families.

"If you don't want to, forget it."

Professor Chen said this, and the disappointment in his eyes was palpable.

Tick –

Qiu Yunying suddenly sobered up. She smiled slightly apologetically at Professor Chen and said, "I just thought of something and was a little distracted. Well...... Let's just say it, it's not happy to hold it in my heart. ”

She asked hesitantly.

"What kind of technique is that oil painting of a rice field? Didn't you or your students bring it to the hotel? I'm also a regular customer of this hotel, I use the VIP room here, I've never seen a painting like it, and ...... Actually, this hotel has never hung landscape paintings......"

Before she finished speaking, Qiu Yunying's afterglow seemed to be stung, her eyes blinked unconsciously, and when she regained her vision, she clearly and clearly saw a black outline in the oil painting of the rice field behind Professor Chen, standing in the middle of the rice field!

Professor Chen misunderstood Qiu Yunying, thinking that she wanted to take the opportunity to change the topic, frowning, and was about to use her status as an elder to point out a few words of advice from Qiu Yunying-

Qiu Yunying's eyes widened suddenly, and she took half a step back, slamming into the cold edge of the table.

Just in the blink of an eye, the black silhouette had disappeared from the middle of the rice field!

Half a step down like a jump!

It stood beside the crimson stream, cold and solemn, like a scarecrow, a dead statue......

Qiu Yunying became short of breath.

She seemed to realize something, her eyes stared at the black outline, and she couldn't help but feel a strong chill in her heart!

Something in the painting!

It's moving!

And step by step towards the outside of the picture!

It wants to come to this room!!

Getting closer!

The black silhouette was silently approaching, and in just a few breaths, under Qiu Yunying's horrified gaze, it came to the very edge of the rice field in the oil painting—it seemed to be holding on to the picture frame, leaning out, and was casting a vicious and hideous gaze at her!

Professor Chen discovered Qiu Yunying's abnormality and was about to turn around!

That black silhouette suddenly magnified countless times! Like a rapidly inflating balloon, it turned into a pitch-black human head! That terrifying aura swept over in an instant, making people feel an endless sense of fear on the verge of death! …

That's it!

The red rope mirror pendant on Qiu Yunying's chest made a jingle sound.

This is the trick that Wei Kun personally handed over to Qiu Yunying, made of Xiao Hong, that is, the "red rope" of the matchmaker and the "man in the mirror" of the ghost mirror, which has a strong resentment power, and can directly project the strange power of the ghost company to the holder!

This moment—

Wei Kun, who was far away across the street from Dongye Gallery, was suddenly stunned, and the invisible red rope on his wrist felt the abnormal vibration!

It was Qiu Yunying who was attacked!

His face turned cold, and he paused, causing Higashino Jing beside him to look back in surprise. "Wait for me nearby, I'll take care of something urgent." He hurriedly dropped a sentence, then turned around and took Narcissus and walked to the corner of the wall.

Higashino chased after her two steps, but all she saw was an empty wall.

"Teleport?"

She frowned, staring at the place where Wei Kun and Narcissus had disappeared, and muttered to herself, "The trickiest high-level power...... That Wu Xian'er, what is the origin? Happiness seems to be not as simple as I imagined......"

Hotel room.

Qiu Yunying's pupils contracted, staring at the miserable white palm that suddenly appeared in front of her in horror, she didn't even have time to scream, the red rope mirror pendant on her chest shone again, and in the depths of the broken lens, a cheongsam figure was fleeting.

Then, the green glow of the mirror pendant and the black outline of the oil painting suddenly collided!

The world is spinning –

The entire hotel room was shrouded in ghost mirrors and oil paintings at the same time, and there was a fierce confrontation! Everyone was lost in the ghost, and then the hotel room turned upside down, and it turned 90 degrees!

Gravity turns, the window becomes a standing flat ground, and vases, tablecloths, and drinking glasses fall down the window towards the "earth outside the window"!

The waiter standing by the window suddenly lost his support point, and clung to the edge of the window in horror, he wanted to look down, it was a strange world that was completely tilted, and the whole person hung on the window, and as soon as he let go, he would fall into the crimson rice field!

And the black outline in the painting gradually became clear, it was a female ghost in black with bloody eyes and a white complexion!

It stood in the rice field, looking up at the flat hotel building, countless objects and people falling freely from the window, just higher, where the glass curtain wall should be, occupied a huge, broken brass-colored wedding mirror, reflecting the figures of countless female ghosts in black!

At this point, no one can tell whether this is a picture in a mirror or a mirror in a picture!

The ghost mirror looked down at the female ghost in black.

In every broken mirror, there is a hideous ghost eye, at this time like duckweed in the water, but it is the most terrifying and terrifying sight, anyone who sees those dense eyes, and the terrifying figure in the depths of the mirror, will let out a tremor from instinct!

The ghost mirror is very discreet.

Its original powerful strength was beaten like this by the female corpse in red who was completely restrained. Fortunately, it was nourished by popularity, and it was able to recover a little. At this time, it only has an A-level weird realm, which is equivalent to the power level of power two to power three according to the division of the Folklore Bureau......

And this ghost in the painting has at least the realm of a small god level!

What really makes the ghost mirror vigilant is that the female ghost in black in the rice field is extremely evil, at least hundreds of lives have been contaminated, and the power and ghost are even more fierce and difficult to resist! …

In the painting, the ghost in black suddenly has empty eyes and leaves blood, his mouth opens beyond the limit, and he screams silently, and the world of ghost painting is reversed by gravity again, turning into a strange scene with rice fields above and buildings below.

Boom Boom Boom –

An old steam train smashed through the painting and fell from the sky, and in the train window, countless miserable and horrific corpses and ghosts appeared, and the pitch-black and hideous front of the locomotive was like a giant hammer smashing into the ghost mirror that appeared with the help of the glass curtain wall!

The surface of the ghost mirror wailed, emitting an obscure crashing sound, and the rift had a faint tendency to expand!

Then the steam train turned into pitch-black paint, which immediately polluted the mirror, more like it was splashed with a handful of black blood!

In this confrontation, there is no doubt that the ghost in the painting has the upper hand!

The ghost mirror has a skill, but the origin power is too weak, and no matter how subtle the skill is, it is meaningless in the face of the absolute superiority of the small god level. What's even more terrifying is the rules in this oil painting, which is closer to the weird level, in a sense, it has an unreasonable ability to kill weird and ghost keepers.

As long as its power rules are triggered, it will immediately die in the painting and become a crying soul!

The woman in black saw that the green light of the ghost mirror dimmed, and showed a slight strange smile, looking at the people in the painting who were struggling, and it slowly raised its wizened arm, and was about to do something to them—

Two shattering sounds!

The void cracked, and it was Wei Kun and Narcissus who broke through the ghost blockade and came to the world where the ghost and the ghost mirror clashed in the painting!

"What is this?"

Wei Kun stood on the surface of a window with his feet on his feet, and suddenly realized the abnormality of the gravity rules of this world. Before he could get used to it, the ghost in the painting suddenly turned his head, looked at the two intruders with resentment, and screamed silently again, and the whole building turned into a twisted vortex and disappeared, forcing the ghost mirror back with boundless evil spirit!

The next moment.

When Wei Kun stood firm again, he looked fixedly, and there was only a silent red rice field, and a silent waterwheel standing not far away.

Quiet, even dead silence.

It seems that the hustle and bustle before is just an illusion for a moment.

Wei Kun half-squatted down, grabbed a handful of ears of wheat, and looked closely, only to find that it was a clump of twisted and rotten dead man's hair, a hairy heart, and a terrible chill! As far as the eye can see, there are all the red wheat waves swaying in the wind—

Where is this rice field, it is clearly a cemetery!

"It is the mysterious weirdness that attacked Secretary Wang and the jealous ghosts?" Wei Kun frowned slightly, and through the gap in Mai Lang, he vaguely saw a black silhouette standing in the distance, silently.

Narcissus tries to release the ghost, but the deep pool of bones does not work here, and not even a small blister can grow.

She suppressed her anxiety, looked at Wei Kun and said, "What about the boss...... My power is out of ......"

Wei Kun didn't speak.

He was thinking about the strange attack pattern in this painting. For example, this kind of real ghosts with low sanity or even no sanity represent the most feared existence in the human heart, they will not compromise, and they have no human emotions, which is fundamentally different from Narcissus and Jade Mask.

Like Honghong, they act instinctively, more of a vague rule than instinct. …

The rule of the red red is to "watch......

Anyone who looks into its eyes will be subjected to the most terrible form of malice. When the rule is triggered, this monster that defies physical distance and corrupts reality will launch the most brutal attack on its prey!

So, Secretary Wang, Liu Han or jealous ghosts, what rules did they trigger? Will it be missing?

The signal that Qiu Yunying was attacked attracted Ghost Mirror and Wei Kun.

But Wei Kun didn't find Qiu Yunying here, that is to say, Qiu Yunying probably didn't trigger the "real rules"!

Wei Kun also felt a little weird.

He and Narcissus came to the world of ghost paintings, at least a dozen breaths, why did the ghosts in this painting just peep from a distance and not attack them? It suddenly occurred to him that when he usually communicates with Narcissus, he will subconsciously use the ghost sound rhythm to block the sound, and no sound of speech will come out.

Is it the rule of ...... Attack sounds? ’

It was impossible for Qiu Yunying not to speak, so it was likely that she was also attacked, but with the protection of the ghost mirror, she was not pulled into the world of ghost painting! ’

Wei Kun's eyes froze.

His "ghost sound" power is only a low-grade resentful spirit, and the maximum distance is ten meters. Although the grade is not high, the lethality is very terrifying, and if the sneak attack is successful, it is possible to directly kill the weirdness of the power three. This has already been confirmed on that high-speed train.

"Da Da ......"

"Where is this?"

Ten meters in front of him, he simulated human footsteps and conversations!

Sure enough!

The black outline appeared where the sound appeared, and the surrounding ears of wheat swelled wildly, looking for the person who made the sound!

"It's the sound. It will look for sounds around the ghost painting! ”

Wei Kun wasn't overjoyed.

He found that the ghost in the painting was very cautious, and the figure disappeared suddenly, and when it reappeared, it was already in the shadow of a rice field, and the blood in the eyes was flowing blood, wandering aimlessly.

Narcissus looked at Wei Kun in surprise, she didn't expect Wei Kun to deduce the attack rules of the ghost in the painting in such a short period of time!

At this moment, she realized that Wei Kun had a superior talent that was more worthy of care in addition to his ability to manipulate voices, and that was his calm and rational mind!

"Shh

Wei Kun didn't dare to guarantee that the ghost rhythm would be able to shield the perception of the ghost in the painting, so he made a silencing gesture to Narcissus. Narcissus nodded hurriedly and covered her mouth, with an obedient gesture that would never cause trouble for the boss.

He did it again.

Again, he made a speech in one place, but this time, at the moment when the ghost attacked the sound in the painting, the ghost sound rhythm created more than a dozen invisible sound knives and quietly slashed towards the ghost in the painting!

The knife was incredibly powerful enough to pierce through a heavy metal plate!

However, what the ghost in the painting is best at is to distinguish sounds, which is obviously an invisible attack in the air, and there is nothing to hide under its perception!

It grinned strangely, only moved half a step, and avoided the sound knife that seemed to block all routes, and found a safe corner, before it could find the attacker, Wei Kun's real killing move suddenly appeared!

"Ghost Rhythm - Advent Force Field!"

The terrifying sound shook down from the sky, and the waves of sound that were superimposed on each other left radial marks in the rice fields! …

Surround the ghost in the middle of the painting!

Click——!

With a crisp sound, Wei Kun's strongest killing move was just a cold and hard fragment that slashed off his cheek in the painting, and it dodged the force field attack in the limit, and once again hid in the depths of the rice field! All the ears of wheat twitched wildly and fell into madness!

'Unfortunately, it's still too reluctant......

Wei Kun sighed faintly. The strength and versatility of the "ghost sound" are obvious to all, but the low grade is a defect that is difficult to make up. He must find a way to further awaken the power of "Ghost Sound" as soon as possible, at least to the level of Ghost Spirit, which is above the Ghost Level of the Resentful Soul, in order to play a reliable role......

The ghost in the painting is completely crazy, and the whole ghost painting world is gradually distorted, desperately trying to find the mysterious attacker!

Narcissus trembled, she felt the strange terrifying aura from the little god level, she had never suffered and had no experience in fighting, she didn't know what to do at all.

She even wanted to pray for the boss to escape from here quickly, because Wei Kun seemed to have no way to take advantage of this extremely fast weirdness.

Let's run...... Boss, let's run......

Wei Kun didn't notice Narcissus's fear, he looked at the ghost figure floating in the rice field, and slowly pulled out a slender sharp metal object from the flesh in the palm of his right hand.

It was the B-class trick "autopsy needle" that Higashino Jing "gave" to him!

"If it only cares about sound......"

"This has become its fatal weakness......"

"Because, the voice betrays the instinct!"

Wei Kun whispered, feeling the autopsy needle that was nourished by his own flesh and blood, and produced a sense of intimacy.

He took a deep breath, his whole body twisted backwards to accumulate strength, using his thighs and waist as elastic bows, and his muscles drove the strength of his whole body, and threw out the autopsy needle suddenly!

Silence!

At the same time, the sound of the autopsy needle cutting through the air suddenly appeared on the other side of the ghost in the painting!

In the painting, the ghostly smile, staring at the sharp sound of breaking the sky, countless blood-colored ears of wheat, turned into strands of hair, and pounced on the place where they came! The sound appeared in another place, and it erupted into an even more ferocious attack, and the ghost painting world trembled!

On the left, on the right, and on the top, the voice was like a ghost, as if there was an endless howl, crying in unison!

The next moment.

The sound stopped abruptly......

In the center of its forehead, a drop of black blood slowly flowed.

A bright white sharp light shines through.

In Wei Kun's suspicious gaze, the red thread of his right hand trembled uncontrollably, and hundreds of scarlet tentacles suddenly poured out, surrounding all the ghosts in the painting whose origin had been fatally injured!

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