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The whole building is silent, and even the relentless and annoying autumn wind seems to have forgotten here, and the invincible river of time seems to freeze here.

Ling Feng's eyes were full of greed, he stroked the yellow-brown wooden frame back and forth with both hands, and said in a slightly sharp voice: "Looking at this frame and painting style, I am afraid that this painting has been a hundred years old, but this ink is still so rich, as if it has not undergone a little time change." Definitely a treasure to find!"

There was a thought in his mind: if he took it out for auction, the painting would definitely fetch a sky-high price!

Meng Ziqing also looked at the painting stupidly, but unlike Ling Feng, she was intoxicated by the beautiful picture created by the entire oil painting, and couldn't help shaking her head and sighing: "It's so beautiful, the painting is so good, I can't imagine that there are such fine paintings in China." ”

There is no autumn wind here.

Nor anyone else.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound in the silent building.

There was a rustling sound in the dark night.

The sound of footsteps came from out of sight, and neither of the two men who were engrossed in the painting noticed it.

Li Zhushi glanced around suspiciously, not sure if it was his auditory hallucination, turned his head and asked Song Qiu softly, "Did you hear any sound?"

Song Qiu's brows furrowed, his ears were sharp, and he was sure that the voice was not an illusion.

He didn't reply, but sank his face and searched for the source of the sound.

The footsteps were getting closer and louder, like the sound of water dripping from a water pipe to the floor, clear and rhythmic.

Meng Ziqing and Ling Feng were finally startled by this sound, and their eyes widened in horror, staring at the oil painting in front of them.

The sound of footsteps from hell came from the painting!

The woman in the painting has upturned lips and agile eyes, but in fact there is no change.

The change appears in the shadow of the background next to the woman.

A black shadow gradually enlarged in the shadows, at first it was just a small black dot, and slowly the black dot swelled into a shadow, and the shadow elongated into the appearance of a man.

The man slowly grows larger in the painting, accompanied by clear footsteps, as if he is really a wanderer returning from afar.

It's slow, but it's just slow in the minds of a few people.

In fact, it was only a second for the man to come out of the painting.

The man's eyes were deep, as if they were filled into the whole sea.

The gray and transparent body fully interprets the identity of a man.

A ghost from a bygone world.

Ling Feng reacted quickly.

He stabbed the peachwood sword in his hand with a slam of his hand.

The male ghost stretched out a hand to pinch the tip of the sword with an expressionless face, and when Ling Feng was stunned, he held the body of the peachwood sword with both hands, and easily broke the peachwood sword.

Ling Feng shouted, grabbed Meng Ziqing who was standing next to him, and pushed her vigorously towards the male ghost, while he turned around and ran away without hesitation.

There were two doors in the classroom, the front door was the front door that they had entered before, and Ling Feng did not pass through the front door, but escaped directly through the back door.

Meng Ziqing was completely stunned by Ling Feng's attack, her body stiffened and couldn't move because of fear and shock, her throat seemed to be blocked by a wall, she couldn't make a sound, she could only watch herself being pushed towards the ghost.

In every girl's heart, there was once a prince charming. He doesn't have to be riding colorful auspicious clouds, nor does he have to have a white horse castle, but the prince in his dream must be a brave man, a brave man who can stand up bravely when the sky falls and hold up this world for the princess.

Meng Ziqing's eyes looked at the ghost, but his mind swept over him, and he saw a gray sky, the lower the pressure of the day, it was really about to collapse.

Reality is not a fairy tale, there will be no princes, there will be no warriors, probably really going to die, right?

Meng Ziqing closed her eyes in resignation.

Suddenly, she felt that her body was blocked by a warm breath, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw Song Qiu appear in front of her, blocking her with her back, and also blocking the terrifying and cold ghost.

It turns out that when the sky falls, someone will really hold me up.

Meng Ziqing looked at Song Qiu blankly, and suddenly felt a little strange emotion in her heart.

"Take her away!" Song Qiu, who had no mind reading skills and no flawless guessing of Meng Ziqing's heart, shouted loudly towards Li Zhushi.

Li Zhushi ran over quickly, grabbed Meng Ziqing and ran towards the door.

When she was about to go out, Li Zhushi glanced at Song Qiu with concern, "Be careful!"

Without the slightest hesitation, she took Meng Ziqing and ran towards the door downstairs.

This is not cowardice or fear, but a kind of instant decision in the face of a crisis, if she has a little hesitation at this time, it is likely that Song Qiu's efforts to stand up and delay will be in vain.

While running, Li Zhushi's tears couldn't stop overflowing, she understood that Song Qiu must have made up her mind to die by doing this. Anyone knows how miserable the ending will be in front of a powerful ghost.

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Song Qiu didn't know that Li Zhushi imagined him to be so great.

If he wasn't completely sure, when it really came to life and death, he needed to sacrifice his life for righteousness, maybe he would have hesitated.

The flashlight faded and a bright light came back on.

The upper end of the brick phone forms a diamond-shaped whip-shaped pillar of light.

When the male ghost saw this pillar of light, his eyes couldn't help but narrow into a line.

Song Qiu whipped the god to the male ghost, and the male ghost took a step back, stuck to the wall, and floated two meters away next to the wall.

Another whip came out, and the figure of the male ghost shook violently left and right in the air, making Song Qiu's whip fall into the air again.

Seeing the male ghost's agility and lightness, Song Qiu calmed down, changed the whip to his left hand, and turned his right wrist, recalling the "Great Yan Fu Spell" in his heart, his five fingers flew over, and many mysterious and incomprehensible golden lines quickly condensed in the air.

The male ghost hung in the air, looking at the shape of the lines drawn between Song Qiu's fingers, raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "You young man will also be able to subdue the curse?"

Song Qiu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and the golden lines in the air instantly shattered and dissipated without a trace.

The male ghost landed from the sky, looked at Song Qiu and said calmly: "Since you can't use the Great Yan Fu Spell, the immortal weapon in your hand can't hit me, so it's better to stop peacefully." ”

Song Qiu saw that his expression did not seem to be fake, and he was stunned and said, "What are you calculating with this evil ghost?"

The male ghost smiled faintly and said, "The ghost is a real ghost, but I can't accept the evil word." ”

Seeing that Song Qiu's face was full of disbelief, the male ghost said: "Since I appeared, in addition to breaking the peachwood sword whose breath disgusts me, have you ever seen me make a move?"

Song Qiu recalled carefully and found that it was really as he said.

"Since you don't think you're an evil ghost, why are you wandering in the world and not entering reincarnation?

The male ghost's eyes were as bright as stars, and he turned to look back at the oil painting on the wall, and said softly: "I am not afraid at all." ”

"I'm just afraid that I will forget her in the next life. ”