"Xia Yang's posthumous photo has been triggered, I don't know what the ability of this posthumous photo is?"

The students entered the villa to explore, but Gao Ming wanted to stop him, but he didn't know how to speak.

When he saw his classmates looking saved, he couldn't bear to tell them the truth.

The art teacher abides by the school rules and only wants to kill a small half of the people, but in the sixth painting painted by Xia Yang, except for Gao Ming, all the students in Class 13 have become pieces, and they can't put together well.

"Let's go and find clues! This villa may be hiding the secret of the art teacher! Qian Junran rarely used his brain to think about it once: "The big ghost can't let us go for no reason, she probably needs our help!" ”

"Yes." Xishan stood by the door, the surprise in his eyes had faded: "I didn't expect her to be a knife-mouthed tofu heart, and quite arrogant, in the face of such a girl, we just pretended to be forced to do it, which not only gave her enough face, but also protected herself." ”

Among the classmates present, only Wang Jie was not so optimistic, he stood next to Gao Ming: "I have a very bad premonition, the 51st student is even more vicious than I imagined, referring to the physical education class, he will generally make two preparations, one is a trap, the other is the abyss." ”

Wang Jie's analysis is very logical, but he discussed the wrong person.

At this time, Zhuo Jun touched the black ring, he was also in a not very sober state, and all the precautions that Situ An had explained before had changed: "Which ring is the problem?" ”

"Come to the second floor! There's a corpse here! Yuyama shouted in the corridor on the second floor, "Listen to the sound art teacher should be a woman, but why is this corpse a man?" ”

"Don't run around!" Gao Ming wanted to remind him, but his classmates didn't listen to him.

Zhuo Jun took the lead, and everyone walked towards the second floor of the villa.

In the middle of the ruined studio lay a corpse, lying in a huge frame, as if asleep.

"Is he the husband of an art teacher? How do I feel that he draws better than the art teacher? Yuyama picked up a painting casually, and the pattern far beyond the limits of ordinary people's imagination brought him a deep shock, as if he was not admiring the painting, but the god of death in the painting was appreciating his soul.

"There really isn't a Grim Reaper in the world, right?"

"I'm not drawing death, it's life." The man in the painting suddenly takes off his mask and looks at Yuyama with a smile.

The portrait suddenly spoke, and Yuyama threw it out with a shake of his hand: "**! ”

Zhuo Jun, who was checking the corpse, just raised his head, and was hit in the face by the painting, his five fingers were clenched, and green tendons appeared on the back of his hand: "Don't make a fuss." ”

"The man in the painting is alive!" Xishan's character is not bad, and after he was frightened, he quickly reminded the other students: "Everyone stay away from those paintings!" ”

He had already reminded him in time, but all kinds of anomalies still broke out around his classmates.

A blood-stained knife fell from the painting in Liu Yi's hand, and the squad leader Yuan Hui stood in front of a work called "Sea Monster", which was composed of different blues, and it depicted the feeling of the deep sea. Yuan Hui's body kept getting closer to the canvas, and he always felt that something was hidden in the deep blue, but he couldn't see it.

"Looks like there's something in there?"

Yuan Hui's face was almost touching the canvas, and instead of smelling the pungent smell of paint, he smelled the fishy smell of the sea.

Something was approaching in the darkness deep in the canvas, and it just so happened that Yuan Hui heard Xishan's reminder, and the moment he turned his head, an incomparably huge mouth appeared in the canvas.

The sea splashed everywhere, and the fangs bit through Yuan Hui's body, dragging him into the deep sea in the canvas!

Several students exclaimed, they were so frightened by the canvas that they couldn't close their mouths, and what was even more terrifying was that Yuan Hui's body didn't bleed after being torn open, but only emitted an amazing rancid smell.

Before he could speak, Yuan Hui had already disappeared into the canvas, and the work called "Sea Monster" had changed back to its previous appearance, a deep blue, and nothing could be seen.

"The bad news is that there is really a sea monster in the painting, and the good news is that the eaten Yuan Hui is not himself, but a ghost who has been replaced!"

Originally, the students were scared enough, on the left was the killing art room, on the right was the death art exhibition, and there were still 13 ghosts hidden in the companions, but now there are only 12 left.

"**, what kind of sin has our class created!" Du Bai retreated and bumped into Ma Tao.

In fact, at this point, not only the students of Class 13, but even the ghosts who replaced their classmates to come to class are afraid. They were supposed to catch the dead, but now they seem to be on a thief ship.

Yuan Hui's death was just the beginning, and Cai Meimei's screams came from the first floor, everyone was lying on the stairs and looking down, and the fat man's belly in the same bedroom with Ma Tao was constantly swollen and almost burst.

"He ate the fruit on the coffee table, and the fruit was painted, and he kept eating the painting after he ate it!" Cai Meimei pointed at the fat man, her face turned white with fright.

The fat man couldn't hear anything, his body squirmed on the ground, and he kept eating the scrap manuscripts on the ground until his stomach exploded and the room full of confetti fell like snowflakes.

Looking at the fat man on the ground, his facial features dissolved into another appearance, and then his body completely turned into confetti and became one of the waste manuscripts.

"Every scrap manuscript in this villa is a human life?" The classmates were frightened by their own speculation, and their hands and feet were cold.

"Kill me, kill me, kill me!" Hysterical voices suddenly came from the second-floor bedroom, and a certain classmate who had also been going to the cafeteria with Ma Tao that day kept banging his head against the wall.

When the classmates got closer, they saw that the man's body was pierced by thin lines drilled out of the painting, and he couldn't control himself at all.

The painting behind him was blank, there seemed to be something, but it seemed to be invisible, and the name of the painting was "Fate".

Until his head was smashed, the classmate still didn't stop, he was also a ghost who replaced the student, and the rancid stench could no longer be hidden, and the hysterical screams echoed in the villa.

The ghosts of the three consecutive thirteen classes were scattered, but the living classmates were not a little happy, and everyone suddenly understood what it was like to be sad when the rabbit died and the fox died.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at everything, and Xia Yang's voice sounded in his ears again: "I helped you do what you wanted to do, didn't you want to kill those ghosts a long time ago?" I can see that they are ghosts, why are I reluctant to do it? I can help you make choices, I can be your paintbrush. ”

Xia Yang is influencing Gao Ming, and he wants to become Gao Ming in this way and live in the spirit of Gao Ming. If Gao Ming lives according to Xia Yang's will, it can also be regarded as Xia Yang's rebirth in Gao Ming.

"Why don't we go back to the classroom?" Xishan retreated to Gao Ming and Wang Jie.

Without discussion, everyone had already started to run to the first floor, and they responded to Yushan with actions.

(End of chapter)