The blue-black haze surged in the sky, and the gray-white paper ash continued to fall, and these paper ashes seemed to be endless, filling every corner of this manor.

At this time, there were a few more bright colors in the monotonous gray world, and it was a few buildings that seemed to have been painted, and at some point, they appeared near the horror manor out of thin air.

Old Western churches, black-and-white movie theaters, dilapidated bars, amusement parks, cemeteries, slaughterhouses, and other unreal buildings have emerged one after another.

"Every building represents an oil painting. This supernatural phenomenon belongs to the down-and-out painters of the king's organization, who are using the world of oil painting to open up the world of ghost painting, trying to paint the buildings where the kings are located, and use the medium of oil painting to connect them to reality. How many people will come? ”

Liang Xingyang's expression moved, staring at the strange drawing board in front of him, thinking silently in his heart, looking around at the buildings slowly emerging, his eyes revealing a thoughtful look.

The oil paintings placed on the old drawing board are oozing cold water, and the ghosts of the ghost lake have interfered with the maintenance of the oil paintings.

At the same time, the castle in the oil painting eerily oozes a bit of scarlet, as if a drop of blood has been stained on it. What's even more bizarre is that the blood stains have the illusion of wriggling, spreading in all directions, covering the painting.

Yang Jian held the cracked spear, and his face was a little solemn: "The time we have been hunting for the Lord of the Horror Manor is very short, but the other party's reaction is very fast. The other party did not appear, and it is likely that he is still gathering other kings. ”

Even if he loses his ghost eye, Yang Jian's judgment of the situation is still fast, and the accuracy is quite high.

"The down-and-out painter is one of the kings, but he is not outstanding, shall we leave first, or will we try to hunt each other before the kings gather?" Liang Wensong asked.

Oil painting and ghost painting constitute a supernatural complement, and the painter's oil painting supernatural ability can turn an area of reality into an oil painting world regardless of distance, which makes up for the defect that ghost painting cannot replicate reality while moving.

Once the two ghosts complete the puzzle pieces, the S-class supernatural ghost paintings will become more incomprehensible, just like the ghost dream dog completes the nightmare puzzle.

He is more inclined to hunt.

Liang Xingyang decided: "Hunt!" ”

Cut off one more king, and future wars will be easier.

Yang Jian frowned and disagreed: "The terrifying manor lord is powerful, and he is a very difficult type to kill. If we were surrounded by more kings of this type, our lives would definitely be in danger. ”

Although he did not personally fight the lord of the manor, he knew that defeating a king was a completely different nature from killing a king.

With the Ghost Eye not suppressed, it will be a long battle to fight the lord of the manor one-on-one.

His supernatural spirit has no advantage over the manor owner, so he can only rely on the ghost eye's costless reboot and consume the other party little by little.

Liang Wensong looked a little excited: "No, this may be an opportunity." If the painter can gather all the kings, I can light the spirit-calling incense of Rowan Song and subvert the king's organization at once. ”

Within a stick of incense, Luo Wensong's soul can exert all the strength before he was born, and maybe he can really succeed.

Liang Xingyang didn't speak, and he also had a soul incense in his hand that belonged to the spiritualist He Liansheng. However, before He Liansheng died, the soul incense could not be burned.

Only after it is determined that He Liansheng is dead, will he try to get a relic from Zhang Dong's life through the ghost cabinet, and He Liansheng can summon the spirit.

It's a terrible hole card, but the supernatural is often full of uncertainty, and the souls of Zhang Dong don't necessarily agree to help.

In contrast, Luo Wensong's attitude is easier to win over.

Yang Jian was silent for a moment, judging Luo Wensong's strength in his mind, and nodded approvingly.

Under the condition that the ghost eye was suppressed, he had to think a little more.

Liang Xingyang sensed the ghost, but did not find the figure of the down-and-out painter, and his white and cold palms shook.

The next moment.

They shifted their position to the nearest amusement park entrance.

Unreal.

The amusement park is silent, there is only one outline, and the reality reproduced by the supernatural nature of the oil painting is not real, and it cannot reach the level of the ghost painting world.

"The painter is very cautious, he does not let himself be in the world of ghost paintings, and hides his oil paintings in order to avoid my sensibilities. The other party has no intention of leaving, and intends to use these buildings to delay time. ”

Liang Xingyang observed this unreal building and understood a lot of things.

The fair-skinned and cold palm shook towards this small-scale, old and abandoned amusement park, as if wiping the stains and ink on the ghost painting, erasing the ghost passage that existed in the ghost painting world.

The gray-white paper ash fell more and more, and the outline of the entire amusement park gradually became darker, and then the color of the ink began to fade and be obscured.

A large amount of paper ash drifted away, and the amusement park disappeared, turning into a muddy field overgrown with weeds, and only an old drawing board was placed here.

The oil painting on the drawing board seems to be covered with a layer of gray-white dye, and the scene underneath is tightly obscured, a ruined painting.

"The painter is hiding in these unreal buildings."

Liang Xingyang erased this passage, and did not find the painter, nor any other king, but he was even more firm in his judgment.

"Next!"

His gaze was on a low-rise building not far away, a dilapidated bar.

……

Among the black and white cinemas.

A down-and-out painter who looks like a vagabond is painting on a blank sheet of paper at the moment.

Soon.

The white paper turned into an oil painting of an old Western church with a vague figure standing behind the glass window of the church.

On the oil painting, the blurred figure actually moved, waving at the person outside the painting.

The painter's face flashed with joy: "We are lucky that he did not go out like the projectionist and stayed in the church. ”

In a matter of moments, he would be able to pull the blurred figure into the cinema.

"You're going to find a missionary?" A man in a trench coat and a cowboy hat spoke abruptly.

The painter drew quickly in his hand and nodded in a hurry.

An old man in a western skirt looked numbly at the work that the painter was about to finish, and said in an old and sharp voice: "You are too anxious, why don't you go and ask for information, we don't even know how many people are on the other side now?" ”

The painter was sketching the passage between the two buildings, trying to lure the missionary, and a hint of impatience flashed across his face: "I have just determined the defeat of the Lord of the Horror Manor!" This is an S-class ghost, and once you go out, you will be immediately sensed by the other party, which is very dangerous. If it weren't for the fact that the other party hadn't fully mastered the supernatural spirit of the ghost painting, I wouldn't have tried to summon you, but would have just left. ”

The starving ghost replaced by the mirror ghost did not completely digest the ghost painting, allowing the painter to find the weak point of the supernatural and easily invade it.

Then he seemed to sense something, his face quickly turned gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I will bring more kings before the other party finds us!" You think clearly, this time it's the hunt for the horror manor owner, maybe the next time it's us. ”

The cowboy and the old man in the skirt were silent and stopped talking.

The next moment.

A graffiti-covered alley was sketched by the painter and connected to the door of the Western church.

As can be seen from the painting, the blurred figure of the glass window of the church is leaving, he opens the church door and walks out, steps into the alley, and finally pushes open the door at the other end.

Suddenly.

"Crunch."

The unreal black-and-white cinema doors seem to be blown open by a gust of wind, making a screeching sound in the silence.

A cold wind blew in, and a vague figure appeared in the dim light outside the movie theater.

A man dressed in a priest's costume walked in and closed the unreal door.

The missionary held a book in his arms and whispered in a hypnotic voice: "The nature of hunting a king is very evil, and it is a great sin. If we don't stand up at this time, when the finger is finally pointed at us, no one will be able to stand up and speak for us. ”

The down-and-out painter didn't want to say more, because another painting was destroyed by the other party, and his face became fierce: "The other party is speeding up the search, and we need to move to a safer location." ”

The missionary looked out the window at the thick pile of paper ashes, still calm: "We now have four kings, the advantage of time is ours, you continue to lead others, the balance of victory will naturally tilt in our favor." ”

Cowboy Simon said with a numb face: "I think three people are completely enough, leave the painter to continue to find people, let's go to the test, and then let the people who come behind continue to reinforce." ”

The old man in the dress said in a sharp voice: "Yes, I am eager to know their strength. Nothing is clear, the painter dares to summon so many kings, if it is a ridiculous farce......"

The painter's face darkened, and if the other party knew the cold lake water and scarlet blood, he would not treat him like this.

"Give the painter more confidence, after all, we are kings. Today's victory belongs to the King's Organization! The missionary smiled.

The negotiations between the kings did not affect the increasing amount of paper ash outside. The sky was still overcast, the light was dim, and it seemed like snow, and the gray-white world was monotonous and silent.

After Liang Xingyang casually erased the dilapidated bar building, he took Yang Jian and Liang Wensong to find the front of a black and white cinema building.

The interior of the black-and-white cinema is brightly lit, but it is a little unreal, and even the light seems to be scribbled out of ink, which is eerie and terrifying.

And with his arrival, a large amount of paper ash rushed in, covering the past towards the cinema.

Just the next moment.

The door of the black-and-white cinema opened, and three ghostly snakes of different colors spread out from inside, blocking the approach of the gray-white paper ash.

The missionary, Simon, the old man in the dress, stepped out of it and protected the movie theater behind him.

The eyes of the two sides collided, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

The missionary was the first to speak, "Who are you, where are you from, and why are you hunting down the lord of the manor?" I want you to explain it well. ”

Simon and the old man in the skirt silently observed the three people in front of them, the solemnity in their hearts relaxed for the most part, and their eyes immediately revealed a touch of cruel ferocity, as if the three of them had become fish on the chopping board.

In terms of numbers, they have a greater advantage.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't answer, but said in a low voice: "Three kings, plus the painter hidden in the cinema, but this may not be the specific number of kings." ”

Liang Wensong said with a smile: "I have the curse of the post office, except for the coffin nails, I am not afraid of any king, so what if I fight a few more times." ”

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "If you can fight, you can fight, don't fight, if you can't fight, we can leave at any time with the help of Ghost Lake." A manor owner can't perform the average of a king, we need more comparisons. ”

"Since you want to fight, then fight."

Liang Xingyang judged: "The painter is hidden in the shadows, there may be more and more kings coming from behind, the time advantage is not ours, don't be entangled, it is best to win the other party, you can't and don't force it." ”

Yang Jian said calmly: "Let's each pick an opponent!" You shrink the ghost drawn by the ghost, I need the ghost eye of the ghost. ”

"Okay."

Liang Xingyang agreed, and the world of ghost painting began to change dramatically, the haze was generally closed, and at the same time, more than half of the gray-white paper ash disappeared, giving way to half of the sky.

Liang Wensong followed Liang Xingyang, who had to rely on ghost paintings to fight, while Yang Jian was out of the cover of ghost paintings.

Battlefield division.

The scarlet light of the ghost eyes instantly skyrocketed, and the five ghost eyes were superimposed.

The other half of the sky seemed to be soaked in blood, scarlet, revealing an eerie and ominous aura.

At this time, half of the black-and-white cinema was covered in gray ghostly clouds, and the other half was shrouded in the red light of ghost eyes.

The ten ghost eyes on Yang Jian's body turned restlessly, holding a cracked spear, and under his feet was the hazy and cold lake, and he looked at a king, an old man in a western skirt.

The old man in the dress shouted sharply, "Young man, choosing me is the worst decision you have ever made in your life. ”

Both sides have their own thoughts.

"Wait for me to support you."

The missionary looked at Liang Xingyang, Simon looked at Liang Wensong, and the two said in unison, their tones full of strong confidence.

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