Second floor.

On one of the walls, two paintings are hung, and the counter below is a variety of precious antiques: jade bracelets, dust whisks, and night pots......

It looks like it's a long time ago.

It's worth a lot of money.

In the dark, a piece of jade pendant glowed brightly, eye-catching.

However, it is not the protagonist at this time.

It's the little girl.

Step by step, she walked towards a painting.

No matter how everyone shouted, she didn't respond, and even someone specially shone a flashlight on her eyes, but she didn't feel it, her eyes were dull and her face was full of joy.

There was something wrong with this scene.

Reminiscent of the red embroidered shoes just now.

Everyone's faces were terrified, and their hearts were afraid.

I subconsciously wanted to go back, but the same scene appeared: I couldn't move!

And this time, it's not just the feet that are imprisoned, but the entire leg can't be moved.

Swish.

Everyone looked at Xia Yu nervously.

It can be seen that Xia Yu's previous performance has won everyone's trust.

"Xia Yu, do you know what's going on?"

Zhao Xianghyuk asked.

"I'm not a god."

Xia Yu said without looking back, his eyes were still observing the little girl's demeanor and demeanor, trying to analyze what the new rules were.

There are traces of ghost killings and rule killings, and there is a great possibility of survival if you find the rules.

The difference is that ghosts have thoughts, can change the conditions for killing, and can also be defeated. The rules are more rigid, and once they are completely formed, they cannot change the law of killing and cannot be defeated.

Belch.

Zhao Xianghe suddenly retracted his gaze with some embarrassment, plucked up his courage, and said, "Now is not the time to be afraid, let's figure out a way together." ”

"Brother, you are closest to the little girl, try to hold her."

He looked at a man in his thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a three-seven-point formal hairstyle, even if his hairstyle was a little messy at this time, he still had the temperament of a successful person.

Cho Sang-hyuk persuaded: "This time, everyone must unite and actively think of a way." Otherwise, they will die one by one, just like when they met the red embroidered shoes downstairs just now. ”

"That's right. Lad, try to hold her. ”

"If you're afraid, we'll pull you, and you'll be fine."

"yes, now is not the time to be afraid."

……

The crowd spoke out.

The messy man also knew that he couldn't back down at this time, he hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth sharply, and grabbed the little girl's clothes.

"That's a lot of strength."

The messy man blushed, he couldn't stop the little girl's progress, but he did his best and didn't let go, but chose to ask for help: "Help me, I can't catch it." ”

He reached out and grabbed the bald man beside him.

"Don't touch me."

The bald man was so frightened that he slapped the messy man's palm open, and leaned back with his upper body.

"You ......"

The messy man's eyes widened.

Say yes hand in hand together.

But you have forsaken me?

"Then let's die together!"

He jerked hard and let go of his hand.

Zhao Xianghe frowned, looked at the bald man, and blamed: "What's the matter with you?" ”

"Shut up."

The bald man scolded fiercely: "Don't stand here and talk without back pain." ”

Zhao Xianghyuk was instantly stunned.

The others didn't dare to say anything.

"Bang."

While everyone was arguing, the little girl walked and suddenly fell to the ground without moving.

And the corners of her mouth showed a brighter smile.

"Dead?"

Everyone's faces changed.

Including Xia language!

How did he die?

There were no external injuries.

There was no screaming.

It's too weird that the human body doesn't have natural convulsions after death.

"Step."

Another person moved.

It was a little boy, about the same age as the little girl, but with a little hair and bald sideburns.

"Son, what are you doing? Wake up! Wake up! ”

"Don't go over!"

The bald man's face was full of horror, and he desperately pulled at the little boy's clothes.

The little boy's eyes were glazed, just like the little girl just now, but there was a new look on his face, as if he had seen something new, and he had a great curiosity.

He turned a deaf ear to his father's shouts and moved on.

Soon.

"Sting."

The two sides pulled each other with great force, tearing the black down jacket to reveal the blue sweater inside.

"Nope."

The bald man threw himself forward, his lower body motionless, and his upper body was lying forward at a completely ninety degree, holding the little boy's arm tightly.

However, the little boy is still moving forward step by step, driven by a mysterious force.

On the contrary, the bald man was torn so that his arm hurt, and he looked at the people on the side with a begging face: "Please, help me, save my son." ”

The people around him turned their heads away.

None of them reached out.

The situation of the bald man standing by just now chilled everyone's hearts, and many people were even very happy in their hearts, so they almost wrote two words on the door of their heads: deserved!

"Click."

The next moment, the little boy was dragged and dislocated, but still did not react, and continued to move forward at the same speed.

If it goes on like this, this arm will be dragged off by force!

The bald man was so frightened that he hurriedly let go of his hand.

But this let go, but he can no longer reach his son.

"Beauty, save him, he's still a child."

"Please."

He was extremely painful and annoyed, and finally set his sights on Xia Yu.

Xia Yu gave his own judgment: "We must find the breaking point from this painting." ”

Draw?

Everyone came back to their senses from their fear and remembered that the little girl had been killed by this painting!

This is an ink painting on silk.

A stroke of scorched ink and thick ink swept straight down the long line, drawing a screen-like steep cliff, the river flows along the mountain, twists and turns, on the mountains, the trunk is not slight, the branches are like the claws of birds, and the leaves are like ink droplets.

There are several fishing boats on the open river below the distant peak, and on each fishing boat there is a fisherman working hard, with a smile of satisfaction and happiness on his face.

Even people who don't know how to appreciate it think that the style of this painting is simple and vigorous, heroic and imposing.

"Nothing out of the ordinary?"

The crowd couldn't see why.

Xia Yu noticed that the painting seemed to have changed slightly.

But what exactly has changed, I can't find out for a while.

"What do you know about this painting?"

She asked, wanting to learn as much as she could about the painting and see if she could find any clues.

The crowd pondered.

"Please help my son, please, I can give you money, and even kneel for you."

The bald man no longer has the arrogance he had before, and this strange situation has made him extremely powerless, with a face full of begging and humility.

"Let's put aside our prejudices."

Zhao Sang-hyuk also spoke: "Don't lose your temper and engage in infighting at this time." ”

"Thank you, thank you."

Hearing that Zhao Xianghyuk actually helped him speak, the bald man was surprised, slapped himself in the face, and apologized: "What happened just now was my fault, I apologize to you." ”

"It doesn't have to be like this."

Zhao Xianghe hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Alas, everyone is just trying to survive." ”

"I know something about this painting."

At this moment, a weak voice sounded.

Swish.

All eyes were on him.

"Li Haoran?"

"Say it quickly."

Zhao Sanghyuk didn't expect that the last surviving friend would still know about this painting, so he hurriedly urged.

"This is the Akiyama Fisherman."

"Rumored."

"It is painted by an eighty-year-old master, containing the Dharma that he has realized in his life, which is inexplicable, and everyone will have a different state of mind and different harvest when they see this painting."

"That's why it's so valuable."

Li Haoran said very quickly: "I was auctioned away by a mysterious Chinese person abroad for 80 million, I don't know if it's the one in front of me." ”

The bald man on the side was very anxious, but he didn't dare to interrupt Li Haoran, and after he finished speaking, he hurriedly looked at Xia Yu and asked, "Beauty, is this information useful?" ”

"Yes."

Xia Yumei's eyes flashed, and she said, "No wonder that little girl and this little boy show different faces when they get closer. ”

"I see."

"It's got to be one of the rules."

Rules?

The crowd was in a fog when they heard it.

Although the bald man didn't understand, he saw that Xia Yu was saying things well, and he had hope in his heart, so he couldn't help but speak again and asked, "So you have a way to save my son?" ”

Xia Yu shook his head.

This is not enough.

Someone needs to try and error and come up with more information.

"You're kidding me?"

The bald man was instantly furious.

At this moment, his mind exploded and he was completely dominated by emotions.

"You can cover his eyes and give it a try."

Xia Yu didn't care about the bald man's attitude and words at all, she just didn't want to let go of the opportunity for trial and error in front of her.

As the saying goes, illusion is born from the heart, and if everyone really has a different state of mind when they see this painting, then ......

Why don't you go and see it?

Give it a try and you'll find out.

"Somebody help."

The bald man's imminent outburst of emotions suddenly 'braked the car', and once again showed a begging look: "Please." ”

Ultimately.

Cho Sang-hyuk came up with a way to take off his clothes and throw them at someone who was closer to the little boy, so that he could cover the little boy's head.

Everyone stared at the little boy, expecting him to stop.

The little boy paused.

"Stopped!"

The eyes of the crowd widened and they all showed ecstasy.

The bald man shouted excitedly: "Son, dad is here, come over here and stay away from that damn painting." ”

Only Xia Yu's face was calm.

She felt that the rules could not be so easily probed out, and that there was a good chance of failure this time.

Sure enough.

"Bang."

The next moment, the little boy fell straight to the ground, and there was no movement.

Clothes on his head.

Lying side by side with the little girl on the cold ground.

There was a dead silence all around.

A wave of despair spread.

"Nope."

The bald man collapsed on the spot, holding his head in his hands and roaring: "Ah!! ”

"It's you!"

"You hurt my son."

"I'm going to kill you."

He looked at Xia Yu sharply, completely out of his mind, like a madman.

"You shut up Lao Tzu."

Xie Shaokun could see that Sister Yu was being bullied, so he immediately waved the pig-killing knife in his hand twice, and shouted: "Do you know who I am?" ”

"I! Then! Thank! Few! Female! ”

"Pass! Hunted! Violate! Be! Also! ”