"Your paintings should look better."

The woman turned around, pointed the spearhead at Shen Yingxing and them, and walked over in three or two steps, the snow-white clothes flew over, and a graceful arc was cut in the air.

The first thing she saw was Xie Shasha's drawing paper, which was pitch black, and the other three's drawing paper was blank, and the woman's happy expression stiffened on her face.

"Why don't you draw me, it's because I'm not good-looking~"

The woman looked at Shen Yingxing sadly, and then laughed admiringly, "These eyes are so beautiful, I like them very much, give them to me, okay." ”

She reached out and tore the skin off her face from behind her ear, which was completely peeled off and carefully placed on the table by the woman.

The woman in white raised her head, her face was bloody and blurred, the texture of her muscles was scarlet, her mouth and nose were two hollows, but there was only a pair of eyes, red silk threads kept swimming in the eyeballs, with a taste of madness, looking disgusting and terrifying.

She is more conscious than the ghosts who got on the train on the platform before, and even set up a pit for the player, using the killing rules to enjoy the killing and blood.

"Give it to me~"

The woman in white suddenly stretched out her hand, and her sharp nails poked at Shen Yingxing's eyes viciously, and her fingertips were scarlet like blood.

Shen Yingxing quickly retreated, jumped out of the chair, and dodged the woman's blow.

Her fingers fell into the air, blood dripping from her fingertips, and her pale fingers dried up instantly, as if they had lost their spirit.

The painter withdrew his hand and slowly arranged her sleeves, her snow-white sleeves soaked with blood, and the blood continued to gather, dyeing half of her white clothes red.

"Is it good for me~"

The painting skin ghost's voice was low, as if her throat had been choked, she jumped forward suddenly, her blood-red sleeves flicked, and two red lings flew out of her cuffs, bringing a strong smell of blood.

Shen Yingxing frowned, untied the long whip on his waist, and whipped it towards the painted skin ghost, and the soft red lings were entwined, and wisps of red mist spread from the red lings.

The mist spreads across the walkway, and the refreshing scent wafts out of the mist and into everyone's nose.

Some players with weak resistance stood up uncontrollably, sniffing the fragrance intoxicated, staring at the painted skin ghosts with coveted expressions.

This scene is a little absurd and weird, after all, in front of a bloody face, you can still show a covetous look, how grotesque you look.

Shen Yingxing's long whip twisted, the black scales were angry, and the red lings instantly split apart and scattered all over the place, and the red mist spread faster and faster, winding around the long whip and going up.

A strange smile appeared on her hideous face, the wide sleeves flicked again, and her white clothes were completely soaked with blood.

Two more red lings were thrown out by her and landed on the ground, like a red python wriggling, winding towards Shen Yingxing's ankle.

A talisman flew out of Shen Yingxing's hand, levitating around her, blooming with a soft halo that enveloped her impenetrable.

The long whip in his hand shook and hit the ground on the red ling, the red ling exploded and splashed in all directions, submerged into the carpet, and instantly merged with the dark carpet.

The mist was blocked by the rune seal, and the red mist floated and landed on the rune seal, corroding the rune seal into a pitch-black mark.

Shen Yingxing pinched it with one hand, and his black and white eyes seemed to be reflected in them under the light.

"What beautiful eyes~"

The Paintskin Ghost tilted his head and smiled delicately, his blood-red muscles were hideous, a pair of scarlet eyeballs burst out of his sockets, and there was no tongue in the hollow of his mouth.

The two red lings poked out from behind them again, and the players who had inhaled the red mist were drowsy and walked out of their chairs shaking their heads, filling the aisle in an instant.

Hongling pierced into the players' chests, pierced through their hearts, strung everyone together, and hit the talisman seal in front of Shen Yingxing.

Fu Zhen let out a crisp cracking sound, the soft halo disappeared in an instant, and wisps of red mist rushed in, and Hongling aimed at Shen Yingxing's eyes.

The retreat behind them was blocked by the players, who looked fascinated and raised their hands in great fanatism, looking reverently in the direction of the Painted Ghost.

Shen Yingxing twisted his eyebrows, stepped on the player's body and jumped up, climbed onto the luggage rack on the ceiling, and bent his waist to an incredible degree.

Hongling fell into the air, and the painting ghost controlled it again, and the fog drifted more and more, covering the entire carriage.

Shen Yingxing was lying on the luggage rack, his vision was blocked by the fog, and he couldn't see the people in the corridor clearly.

At this moment, a red ling, fell from the top of her head, instantly wrapped around her arm, Shen Yingxing's fingertips pinched, and when the palm was pressed on the red ling, the thunder flashed, and the arc surged, splitting the red ling.

Shen Yingxing flicked his long whip and chased after Hongling and hit the body of the skin ghost, and the skin of the skin ghost was instantly beaten.

Red mist surged into the ghost's body and filled her chest, and the long whip marks instantly returned to their original state.

"Ying Xing, this mist is poisonous!"

With Xie Shasha's scream, four strong and powerful tentacles drilled out from behind her, and the tentacles whipped wildly around, the mist dispersed, but there was no Lingxun's figure on the opposite side of her.

Shen Yingxing glanced at her, and the mist quickly gathered again, and she didn't know if she was wrong, or if the mist had a hallucinogenic effect, she really didn't see Lingyun's figure.

With the frantic twisting of the tentacles, Xie Shasha gradually formed a vacuum area, and under the impenetrable attack of the tentacles, those fogs could not touch Xie Shasha at all.

Seeing this, Shen Yingxing looked at Lingjun on the opposite side worriedly, and when the mist dissipated, Lingjun's illusory and hazy figure was revealed.

Ling Xun weakly supported his forehead, his face was a little pale, and a drop of cold sweat slipped down his sideburns, it could be seen that his situation was not optimistic at the moment.

Shen Yingxing's lips were pursed, and for a moment his mind was completely occupied by Linghuan, and the marriage contract on the back of his neck bloomed with a soft light, but no one could see it.

She rolled over and jumped down the hallway, her palms clasped together, her fingertips pinched quickly, she bit the tip of her tongue with one bite, and spit out a mouthful of blood from the tip of her tongue and landed on her snow-white fingers.

As if sensing something, the painted skin ghost quickly raised her head, and a Taoist mantra galloped towards her.

Shen Yingxing waved the long whip, the black scales stood upside down, and the faint blue light flickered on the long whip, and this whip directly pulled away the corpse in front of him and landed on the cheek of the painted skin ghost.

The Taoist mantra was also pressed by her on the chest of the painted skin ghost at the same time, only to see the dazzling golden light blooming, and the mantra was completely submerged in the body of the painted skin ghost.

The Skinghost roared, his body inflated like a balloon, and Shen Yingxing quickly retreated, waiting for the Skinghost's body to burst.