Xie Jin has had an intensive phobia since he was a child, and it was so severe that he would get goosebumps when he saw the pockmarks on his classmates' faces. Although he became decadent and numb as an adult, this alone has not changed.

So when the heads of people in the corridor came together, his first reaction was not fear, but the chills and disgust that rose from the bottom of his feet.

The black lion behind him approached silently, his thick mane rubbing against Xie Jin's exposed neck, itching a little.

Xie Jin regained his senses slightly. He fixed his eyes and saw Ji Duan and Wen Liang standing in front of him, and Jiu turned into a black lion behind him. He was surrounded by the safest position in the middle.

He resisted the discomfort in his heart and glanced in the direction of the rolling heads, where they were on the fire escape.

Xie Jin had some heart palpitations. It turned out that his feelings were not wrong. Perhaps the so-called "balls" that he saw at first were just a disguise used by these heads to confuse people's sight.

"Head, where is my head?" The headless female ghost repeated the question just now. She had no head, but her voice resounded in the minds of everyone present inexplicably like a magic voice.

Heads rolled under her feet, and with the weak and visible light of the mobile phone, several people found that there were a total of four heads under the feet of the headless female ghost, plus the male head she dragged in her hand, a total of five. particles.

Five heads, that is to say, the headless female ghost killed at least five innocent victims in the Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts, and brutally cut off their heads for her own use.

How much hatred does it take to make her do such a maddening thing?

"I said, can you let this kind of ghost go? The Jincheng Academy of Fine Arts is still operating normally. If you don't care, I am afraid that there will be more victims among the students."

Ji Duan flicked his wrist, he glanced behind him hastily, and saw that Xie Jin was sheltered by a black lion who appeared at some point, so he was relieved a little.

The headless female ghost not far away also moved at this time. She bent down and picked up a human head from her feet, and even put it straight at the severed head on her neck.

The human head twisted, and the broken skin on the gray-white face kept falling down. It was the head of a woman. The empty and cloudy eyeballs seemed to glow with resentment, and the chapped lips were cracked to the maximum.

"What is this?" Ji Duan's expression was a little disgusting. Even if he had seen so many strange and strange ghosts in the abandoned paradise, he felt a little uncomfortable seeing this kind of female ghost who could put other people's heads on his neck. .

On the other hand, Wen Liang was still there. The smoker he just released had already been torn apart and disappeared into the night as a cloud of black mist.

The limbs of the headless female ghost not far away began to twist and deform. Seeing that Wen Liang was still unmoved, Ji Duan raised his elbow and touched him: "If you don't run away, the female ghost will pounce on him."

Ji Duan didn't notice that there was a gradually blooming lotus petal on Wen Liang's collarbone, faintly glowing with golden light.

But after his elbow touched Wen Liang, the golden light dissipated, and even the huge golden lotus pattern on Wen Liang's chest disappeared.

Wen Liang looked at Ji Duan with a bit of resentment in his eyes. He held his breath and breathed steadily, and only uttered one word: "...Run!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran, stomping through Xie Jin and the black lion behind him, Wen Liang rushed towards the depths of the darkness without stopping.

In an instant, the tense atmosphere disappeared, leaving only the dangerous aura and a trace of embarrassment emanating from the headless female ghost.

Ji Duan didn't have time to scream, and the moment he saw the black lion pick up Xie Jin, he no longer hesitated, jumped back directly, turned over and straddled the black lion.

"Don't bite me!" Ji Duan kept his chest as close to the black lion's back as possible. He grabbed the other party's inexplicable black mane, and immediately shouted a warning after sitting firmly, "Go after that Taoist priest."

Even if the black lion had a hundred reluctance in his heart, out of consideration for safety, he still shook his head and threw Xie Jin in his mouth onto himself.

Its sense of smell is very sensitive, even though it is huge, it is a cat after all, and its four claws speed up, and they quickly leave the headless female ghost behind.

Ji Duan put the dizzy Xie Jin in his arms outside the death circle, and the two lay on the back of the black lion on top of each other. In the great turbulence, Ji Duan glanced at the electronic watch on Xie Jin's wrist.

It is now 1:35 in the morning, and it has been nearly two hours since they entered the West Teaching Building and encountered ghosts.

The black lion was chasing after Wen Liang's scent. In order to save time and not be caught up by the female ghost behind him, it directly chose to jump down a whole flight of stairs.

Ji Duan was fine, but Xie Jin suffered from the large bumps.

His face gradually began to distort, Wen Liang was running away, and a female ghost was chasing after him. He knew that Chirp had no choice but to hold back his desire to vomit, trying not to let himself become a burden to trouble.

After going down two floors in a row, the black lion seemed to have finally found Wen Liang's place, turned around at the corner of the stairs, and rushed towards a studio.

In the darkness, one after another half-open or closed classrooms flowed backwards from the side.

Those classrooms with no lights on seemed more secluded than the corridors, as if many people were hiding inside, looking out cautiously.

Ji Duan looked around vigilantly, and there was nothing unusual. His eyes swept to the familiar figure in the deepest part of the corridor.

The silver-white hair stood out in the dark night, Wen Liang just stood in the deepest part of the corridor, looking up quietly at the oil painting hanging on the wall.

"You're running too fast!"

Ji Duan supported Xie Jin who was a little weak and jumped off the black lion. Beside him, Xie Jin dug out a bag from his backpack, squatted on the ground and began to vomit.

The heart-piercing sound of vomiting echoed in the corridor, the sound was so miserable that even Wen Liang, who was standing in front of the painting, couldn't help casting his gaze.

"Uncle Xie, are you okay?" Ji Duan squatted beside him and patted Xie Jin's back. Only then did he remember that Xie Jin was the weakest and weakest person among the three.

"Cough... cough cough!" Spitting out the little food left in his stomach together with the gastric juice, Xie Jin took the tissue from Ji Duan and gasped, "It's okay, I'm fine."

"Keep your voice down, do you want to lure that thing over?" Wen Liang warned with a suppressed voice, and he set his sights on the black lion blocking the outermost.

The black lion didn't know if it was because of devouring the baby spirit, but the fangs seemed to be longer than before.

"Is this your black cat?" Wen Liang approached the black lion, and got the same reaction not long ago. However, although the black lion was huge in size, its personality was still the same as that of the black cat, and it didn't dare to hurt Wen Liang at all.

Xie Jin slowed down for a long time, feeling that the feeling of nausea and vomiting was somewhat suppressed, he was helped up by Ji Duan, and only then was he able to look at the black lion completely.

"I don't know..." Xie Jin raised his hand to caress the wet nose of the black lion, and said in a comfortable purr, "Jiu saved me before, and he was like this at that time, maybe it was to save me from exhaustion." It took too much strength to become the size of a palm."

Ji Duan was standing beside Xie Jin. He clearly saw a light brown hideous scar on the thin wrist under the man's cuff. He had noticed the existence of this scar a long time ago, but he kept Did not ask.

Now hearing from Xie Jin that the so-called life-saving Enjiu changed his appearance because of saving him, Ji Duan immediately understood what was going on.

"It's more useful than I imagined." Wen Liang walked around the black lion, then returned to stand still in front of the oil painting, "But you should come and take a look at this first, don't you think there is something strange?"

He took out the flashlight he snatched from Xie Jin and shone it on the oil painting. Under the pale light, the expression of the smiling woman on the canvas changed.

The gentle smile disappeared, replaced by a face full of pain and two lines of blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"The portrait that Su Xiaoxiao said will cry? When we first came here, this painting was not like this. It has really changed."

Ji Duan took a deep look at Xie Jin, and walked over alone. He remembered that it was not twelve o'clock when they first came here. Could it be that the portrait changed only after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night?

And why is the red dress worn by the woman on the canvas somewhat similar to that of the female ghost who chased them just now?

"What is attached to this is the remaining obsession." Wen Liang raised his hand to caress the oil painting, his eyes were locked on the lifelike red blood tears of the woman in the painting, "and this is real blood."

"Real blood? How could a painting bleed?" Ji Duan looked at Wen Liang's blood-stained fingers, it was indeed fresh blood.

It's just that Wen Liang next to him didn't pick up the words this time, but smiled slightly, not knowing whether he was laughing at Ji Duan's ignorance or self-mockery.

"Is there any connection between the woman in this painting and the headless female ghost outside? I always feel that it looks very similar at first glance..."

Behind the two, Xie Jin interjected weakly, probably because of the vomit just now, he was limp and had no strength, even walking towards Ji Duan and Wen Liang was done by leaning on the black lion.

Xie Jin's thoughts were almost the same as Ji Duan's, and his words successfully caught the attention of the other party.

Ji Duan turned his head and stared at Xie Jin for a while, but in the end he couldn't bear him to stand crooked by himself, and walked over to put his arm over his shoulder.

Xie Jin was too slow to notice the subtle changes in the youth, thanked him in a hoarse voice, and then put most of his weight on Ji Duan with embarrassment.

"Some sad thoughts need to be placed on objects. The woman in this painting is not even a ghost at best, just a wisp of soul wandering in the world."

Wen Liang rubbed his old cigarette stick with his fingertips, thinking of something for some reason, and his eyes showed some unknown emotions.

After a while, he turned his attention back and focused on the woman in the oil painting, "You think the woman in this painting is the same person as the monster in the corridor, I'm afraid that's not quite right."

Wen Liang's palm was groping on the canvas, and under the light of the flashlight, he saw a flash of cold light, and he actually cut the canvas with a blade that he found out from nowhere!

"Hey you!"

The damage to the public property of the school, although it was in the west teaching building in the middle of the night, but if someone finds it, I am afraid that Su Xiaoxiao, who was there when they came in, will also be implicated.

Ji Duan just subconsciously stopped Wen Liang, but when he saw something behind the damaged canvas, he immediately stopped his voice.

Behind the damaged canvas, there is a yellowish thing lying in the wooden frame, which is a little penetrating in the light of the flashlight.

It was a ossified human phalanx. Due to prolonged exposure to the air, this phalanx had completely oxidized and turned yellow. If it hadn’t been for Wen Liang to cut the canvas, it might have been lying here undetected by anyone.

"This is the obsession of the woman in the portrait. After being killed, she hides behind the painting. She has no choice but to seek grievances. Only two lines of blood and tears can vent her pain."

Wen Liang gently picked up the hand bone, and his eyes became more and more intelligent. When he said these words, the corners of the eyes of the woman on the oil painting behind him began to ooze blood and tears again.

This time Xie Jin and Ji Duan saw it for real. It was real blood. The red liquid flowed out of the painting, condensed into dark red blood beads, and dripped on Wen Liang's shoulder.

It was as if he was venting his pain silently, and at the same time, he seemed to be grateful that someone had finally discovered the grievances in the deepest part of the corridor.

The blood and tears did not stop. The moment Wen Liang raised his head, there were hurried footsteps in the corridor in the distance.

It wasn't intentional to interrupt Wen Liang's practice, Ji Duan just thought that the Taoist priest had settled in this situation...