The footsteps were hurried, and all the people present heard it. The black lion, who was blocking the periphery, leaned down and made a vigilant posture, and a low roar came from his throat intermittently.

"Wen Liang, behind you...!" Xie Jin's attention was still on the oil painting behind Wen Liang.

Of the three, only Wen Liang turned his back to the portrait, and he naturally couldn't see the mutation happening behind him.

However, compared to Xie Jin's surprise, Wen Liang looked very calm. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his shoulders, turned around and looked behind him.

There was no imaginary horror scene. Under the pale flashlight, a woman stood vaguely next to the oil painting whose canvas had been scratched.

The woman was just a very vague remnant of the soul. She lowered her head, her long, thick black hair fell straight down her temples, and she couldn't tell what her face looked like.

But from the perspective of body shape and outline, this woman is 80% similar to the female model in the oil painting.

It's just that the skirt on her body is tattered, it can't be called a skirt anymore, it's just some ragged cloth hanging on her body, which forms a sharp contrast with the gorgeous red dress in the painting.

"It's not a ghost." Ji Duan grabbed Xie Jin's body, which retreated subconsciously, "This should be the woman in the painting."

Among the three, only Wen Liang was very close to the woman, so close that the woman could lift her arm and put it on his shoulder.

Wen Liang held up the phalanx he found in the frame and asked the woman softly, "Is this your bone?"

After a long period of time, the woman did not respond. At this time, the sound of faster and faster footsteps in the corridor approached, and Xie Jin and Ji Duan were forced to twist their bodies.

They stared at the dark corridor behind them, for fear that the gray-white dead face would appear there in the next second.

"This phalanx is yours." Wen Liang said again, not a question. He was quite sure that the owner of this bone was the silent woman in front of him, "This has your residual smell on it."

The sound of footsteps was very close to them, and it seemed that the other party could find where they were by turning a corner.

The woman still did not speak. She raised her head slightly, like a gray-white face between the long hair of a black waterfall. She was indeed the model in the oil painting. If it was before her death, this face must be very gorgeous.

A trace of doubt flashed in her confused eyes, and she also heard the frightening footsteps.

Probably guessing why the expressions of the two men not far from him became more and more strange, the woman raised her hand and pointed to the wooden door of the studio beside her.

With a "click", the lock of the wooden door opened with the action pointed by the woman, the old-fashioned lock fell to the ground by itself, and the wooden door automatically opened a gap large enough for one person to pass through without wind.

"She is, wants us in?"

Ji Duan turned his head when he heard the sound. The dark room had no windows. This should be a storage room that was not often used. The room that was not light-transmitting was even more damp and dark. There seemed to be hidden dangers in the darkness. Waiting for their presence.

"Then why don't you come in?" Wen Liang didn't hesitate, and rushed inside first. Ji Duan and Xie Jin were taken aback by his unpredictable behavior. The two of them only felt that a white shadow flashed by in front of them, and Wen Liang jumped directly into the room that was opened by the woman.

... This Taoist priest who only cheats and deceives all day, runs faster than anyone else when danger is imminent.

Following Wen Liang into the storage room, and seeing the woman following in and bringing the wooden door, the atmosphere in the small classroom suddenly became weird.

With two souls and a huge black lion, a few people poured into the small space, and it suddenly became crowded.

Xie Jin was squeezed somewhere in the darkness, and there was a hint of coldness where his face was facing, not like the warmth of a human body.

There was no temperature, and bursts of coolness spread on his face. Xie Jin's drowsy brain thought for a moment, and then he realized later that he was facing the woman in the oil painting just now.

A hand passed behind Xie Jin's head, covered his mouth and took Xie Jin back, Ji Duan's deliberately lowered voice sounded beside his ear: "Don't make a sound, that thing is outside."

Not long after he finished speaking, the wooden door, which seemed to be old and could not stand the toss, was violently hit by something, and the things outside the door seemed to notice the extra strangeness in the house, even though the door did not open after the first impact , but that thing still rammed relentlessly.

Xie Jin leaned quietly in Ji Duan's arms. At such a close distance, he could feel the young man's body temperature even warmer than him through a thin layer of clothing, and he could hear his own abnormal heartbeat in a trance.

Plop, plop.

The faint smell of blood in the air became more and more intense. The three people hiding here knew very well that the thing outside the door was the headless female ghost. She should know that they were hiding in this storage room.

"This guy ate her child, and that female ghost will definitely not let it go easily." Ji Duan's vision was hardly affected by the darkness. He glanced at the black lion standing beside Xie Jin, guessing what the headless female ghost would do. The reason for their relentless pursuit.

"There is no reason for a ghost to kill people. Does the elephant care how many ants he trampled to death?" Wen Liang took advantage of the darkness to put the finger bones he found from the oil painting frame into the sackcloth pocket he carried, and whispered in the woman's ear Say something.

He has a low voice and it's hard to see his mouth in the dark.

After finishing speaking, the woman raised her head, the gray face hidden behind the black hair kept looking at Wen Liang, as if she was repeatedly confirming something.

"Don't worry, I always keep my word, you just go."

Wen Liang waved his hand at her, looked down to find a table, didn't care about the thick layer of dust on it, and sat on it directly.

The woman was skeptical, but Wen Liang was the one who discovered her grievance after all, and this request was nothing to the woman, so she agreed by default.

The petite figure slowly moved to the wooden door, the impact outside the door was still going on, the old-fashioned lock was almost unable to hold up, and it was hanging there tremblingly, ready to be knocked open at any time.

The woman raised her arms and put her palm on the wooden door. A faint smile appeared on her face for a long time. She gently stroked the wooden door, as if comforting a mad child.

At the beginning, the impact outside the door didn't work like that, but the woman was very patient, she seemed to penetrate the other person's heart through the door panel, and she still repeated this action unchanged, comforting him over and over again.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, under the comfort of the woman, the impact of the headless female ghost outside the door gradually changed. She seemed to be hesitating, not sure whether the breath inside the door was correct.

The crash turned into a knock on the door, and the rhythmic pounding sound was like an inquiry, asking the person inside the door who you are.

"What's going on? Are they communicating?" Xie Jin opened his eyes wide. He had never seen such a scene before. The two ghosts were separated by a wooden door. No one knew what they were talking about.

"They're talking."

Wen Liang behind Xie Jin sat on the table with one leg over the other, still playing with his tobacco stick in his hand, "Su Xiaoxiao said that rumor seems to be true."

Wen Liang took a sip of the filter, and glanced at the woman in white at the door. His eyes were a bit misty, as if recalling something from a long time ago.

"Unfortunately, I can't hear her voice." He exhaled a wisp of smoke, not sure if the smoker had attached to it, the wisp of smoke circled around Wen Liang's neck, and finally stopped in front of the emerald earring on his left ear.gradually dissipated.

Xie Jin didn't see the complex emotions flashing in his eyes, and looked towards the wooden door with some vague understanding.

Probably the comfort of the woman in white had an effect. The headless female ghost outside the door was obviously more peaceful, and the sound of the impact disappeared, but the rapid knock on the door made people feel a little hairy.

"elder sister."

Xie Jin was watching in a daze, when Ji Duan behind him suddenly murmured, Xie Jin turned his head in surprise, and suddenly remembered that Ji Duan should also be regarded as an inhuman existence in name.

In other words, for a living soul like Ji Duan who has been alone in the horror paradise for a year, he was not devoured by other ghosts and survived, it should have something to do with his eloquence.

Ji Duan had already noticed Xie Jin's eyes, he turned his head away unnaturally, and said in a muffled voice, "They are cousins."

"Cousins? Are you saying that the two female ghosts who are communicating are blood-related sisters?"

"Well, the one outside the door is my sister, and the one who helped us inside the door was my sister." Ji Duan's tone was a little stiff, and he didn't even look directly at Xie Jin's face.

The blood-related cousins ​​died tragically in the same school and turned into ghosts. Combined with the stories heard from Su Xiaoxiao, the appearance of the headless female ghost is really distressing.

Xie Jin shivered instinctively, he always felt that the truth behind the death of these two sisters might make people shudder.

Just like what Wen Liang said, her sister's remnant soul was pinned on her phalanx, sealed inside the picture frame, unable to leave and have no way to avenge herself.

The younger sister turned into a ghost and wandered on the top floor of the West Teaching Building, looking for her lost head.

Xie Jin couldn't imagine what happened to the two sisters in this school. He couldn't think of who would brutally murder the two sisters, and he couldn't figure out why only the sister became a ghost, and the elder sister had only one left. A remnant of soul.

"There is a seal on that phalanx." As if seeing the doubts in Xie Jin's heart, Wen Liang put the cigarette rod that burned out of the tobacco into his arms, and he took out the woman's phalanx from his arms.

There were still traces of the Seal of Seal of Evil between the yellowed bones, and Wen Liang did not explain why this phalanx was with him. After briefly showing it to the two in front of him, he put it away again.

"I can't understand something like the seal of the law, but it can seal the soul of the deceased. The murderer who murdered her must have planned it."

Wen Liang's expression froze slightly. He glanced at the woman's profile, which was mostly covered by black hair, and explained softly:

"After all, only the murderer who really caused the death of others would suspiciously want to seal the undead of the deceased, so that even if the undead turns into a ghost, he will never find his head."

Poor two sisters...