As the painter thought, after the first sneak attack on Yu Qingnian's heart had an effect, it was not easy to succeed in the sneak attack.

Yu Qingnian protected his heart with hatred, and even divided a part of the forbidden power to ensure that there would be no problems with his heart.

Caution! Yu Qingnian strives to be safe in everything he does. Yu Qingnian knows very well that in the world of tricks, especially in the vegetable market, there is no shame in living like a mouse, because you know how to hide your tricks in order to live longer in the vegetable market.

This is something that Yu Qingnian has known since he was a butcher a long time ago. Seeing this, the helplessness in the painter's heart was even more.

The painter glanced at Zheng Kai, who was unconscious, to be honest, if the evil heart was given to the painter, there might be a possibility of escaping, because the heart in Ding Qingnian's body came from the evil heart, as long as the evil heart was urged, it would be controlled in Qingnian's body.

Then there's time to get out of here. This is much more useful than the forced two-dimensional of the painter. But the problem is that the evil heart is in Zheng Kai's body.

After looking at Zheng Kai's body, the painter was stunned and didn't find where the evil heart was. The bugs crawled over.

"Two-dimensional!" The bugs that were close to the painter turned into thin sheets of paper. Yu Qingnian's eyes flashed slightly.

The ability to force two-dimensionality was something he had only seen in the painters of the Roses. But the shepherd dog in front of him actually has the ability to force two-dimensionality.

The other side. Starving ghosts are not so lucky. The worm crawled up his body and began to devour the hatred on his body frantically, and in an instant, the starving ghost couldn't move Zheng Kai and Wang Qiang on his back.

The painter frowned. His forbidden power can only protect himself, and it will be very difficult to separate it to protect the starving ghosts.

Besides, in the painter's mind, the starving ghost is not important. Even, Wang Qiang is not important. As long as Zheng Kai does not die, the task of the painter is completed.

Looking at the starving ghosts who were gradually submerged in the insect tide, Wang Qiang and Zheng Kai's bodies were slowly crawling with insects.

After hesitating, the painter chose to make a move. If Zheng Kai wakes up and finds that the starving ghost is dead, then it is estimated that he will have to settle accounts with him.

Under the baptism of the huge insect tide, the bodies of the painter, the starving ghost, Wang Qiang and Zheng Kai were slowly submerged, and there was no visible part of the outside.

Seeing this, Yu Qingnian didn't plan to care about painters and starving ghosts anymore. Anyway, under the curse of so many bugs, the painter's forced two-dimensional will not last long, and sooner or later he will die.

Yu Qingnian looked at the pool of blood again.

"The blood of good people."

"An off-putting and obsessive taste!" A flash of fire flashed in Yu Qingnian's eyes, and the insect tide parted and jumped into the blood pool, and the curse of the insects began to pollute the blood in the pool again.

Yu Qingnian needed this pool of blood very much, because this blood was not ordinary blood, but blood full of kindness, and when it was contaminated into malicious blood, he would be able to drink all this blood and improve his strength a little more.

Mere malice is not scarce. For all men are evil. But when good intentions turn into bad intentions, it is extremely precious.

Yu Qingnian never thought that Wang Qiang would actually get such a large pool of special blood in the shepherd's room, and cheapen him for nothing.

The other side. The painter, who was overwhelmed by the insect tide, felt that he could not bear the power of his taboo. Bugs are secondary!

The point is curses. The forbidden power of the painter was tainted by these curses. The effect of forced two-dimensional is getting worse and worse, and it is almost ineffective.

Even the painter was so difficult, not to mention the starving ghost on the side, the insect contaminated the curse on the starving ghost's body, and at the same time devoured the hatred of the starving ghost, the already thin and weak starving ghost, now only the skeleton was covered with a layer of skin.

On the contrary, it was Wang Qiang and Zheng Kai, who were unconscious, there were not many insects on the two of them, and some of the insects that crawled on the two of them quickly crawled away again.

"I'm going to die here today." The painter sighed. No matter how strong his desire to survive and how many means he has, it is impossible for him to survive such a desperate situation.

He's just a first-class three-no. Plainly. The painter is just a strange thing with a special background.

Otherwise, it's exactly the same as a normal weird. Thinking of this, the painter couldn't help but slap Zheng Kai.

"Slap you in the face to relieve your anger!"

"Ever since I met you in Guilou, my life has not been smooth." The painter is rotten. And the starving ghost has long been powerless to resist.

What the painter didn't notice was that the blood on Zheng Kai's body was dripping onto Wang Qiang's body, and that the blood was being quickly absorbed by Wang Qiang's body.

And in Zheng Kai's hand, he was still holding the knife of goodness without a trace of white light, and the dense cracks showed the dilapidated nature of the knife, and many of the fragments on the knife body had fallen off, and the knife of goodness at this moment could not be called a knife, but more like a piece of iron.

The special forbidden power of the painter lost its effect. Gradually, the painter's body was also crawling with bugs.

Feeling the loss of hatred and forbidden power in his body, the painter actually expressed himself extremely calmly at this moment.

It's just that he has some regrets. I was born of self-consciousness from a painting by Qiu Jing, and finally became a strange thing, and even became a thing of the three nos above the deceased, but I didn't expect that in the end, it was actually in this way to end my life in the world of strange things.

Suddenly, the painter misses his days in the Rose House a little bit. It's better to be in the Rose Building! is in charge of a large number of strange things, and from time to time you can pull a few living people from the real world in to enjoy it, such a life, as long as it is a strange thing, it is envied.

The painter closed his eyes. Never mind. Die and die. Tired! At this moment, Wang Qiang's body on the side moved, and a powerful hatred suddenly appeared, tearing all the insects on the painter and the starving ghost to pieces, and the green water in the sky poured down, making the starving ghost and the painter sober up, but not a drop of these dirty green water fell on Zheng Kai's body.

Wang Qiang slowly stood up. His gaze stayed on Zheng Kai's body. To be precise, he looked at Zheng Kai's abdomen.

There was no good meat left, and there was blood and flesh everywhere. The beard was shaking.

Wang Qiang's expression was calm. The painter stared at Wang Qiang who stood up with wide eyes, and the shock in his eyes was obvious.

Wang Qiang woke up. Not only the painter, but even Yu Qingnian was stunned. It took so much effort to make Wang Qiang unconscious in the No. 4 slaughterhouse, because he couldn't swallow the hatred and forbidden power on Wang Qiang's body, so he found this place by mistake and tried to melt Wang Qiang with this pool of blood.

All the development lies in the anticipation of the celebration of the new year. If it weren't for Zheng Kai's sudden appearance, Wang Qiang at this moment would have completely disappeared at the bottom of the blood pool.

But now, Wang Qiang actually woke up. How could he wake up!