In addition to being a painter living in Japan, Shi Yun'an also has another identity - the invitee of the sacrificial banquet.

He will be in the next red-level sacrificial banquet.

Shi Yun'an didn't panic, perhaps, he was one of the people with the most complicated attitude towards the sacrificial banquet.

Qi Baishi once said, "Those who learn from me will live, and those who resemble me will die." Shi Yun'an also heard similar words from his own teacher.

"Although your paintings have form and spirit, they are the form and spirit of others, that's not acceptable."

Shi Yun'an accepted the teacher's advice, he packed his bags and came to Japan, looking for an opportunity to break through his painting skills.

I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, but he really found his "god". His paintings changed from perfectly imitating the romanticism of his teacher to his own grotesque abstractionism.

The paintings brought back to China were also highly praised by the teacher: "Your paintings let me see another world."

His paintings are full of twisted and weird bodies, terrifying and mysterious faces, imaginative color palettes, and eclectic brushwork...

The teacher's surprise made Shi Yun'an satisfied and fell silent.

Because only he himself knows that what he draws is a real ghost, a real...another world.

Shi Yun'an raised his head and looked towards the floor where the company was located.

A senior manager of that company is a teacher's friend who has been traveling between the two countries for a long time.

His paintings were also brought back to China through the hands of this senior management.

Today, he brought another painting of his own.

After entering the gate and making relevant registrations, Shi Yun'an came to the elevator door.

This office building has forty-three floors, and the company is located on the thirty-ninth floor. There are six elevators in total, and generally only four are open at the same time.

It seemed a little unlucky this time, only two elevators were open.

However, not many people waited for the elevator with him.

This is not the first time Shi Yun'an has come here. There are many urban legends in Japan, and this building also has them, such as...these six elevators.

Many employees who came and went here have encountered some supernatural phenomena, such as the elevator suddenly lost control and opened on the thirteenth floor for no reason, but there was no one on the thirteenth floor.

For example, when was on the night shift at night, someone heard creepy whispers in the elevator, as if talking behind the back, but when looked back, there was nothing.

Even the monitoring equipment in the elevator has captured some unbelievable things. A person wearing a hat who cannot distinguish between men and women, after leaving the elevator on the thirteenth floor, unexpectedly re-entered the elevator on the forty-third floor?

At this moment, the people waiting for the elevator with Shi Yun'an were talking about these things with great interest.

Shi Yun'an could tell that although they were all talking happily, their expressions were obviously disbelieving.

Every building will have these strange rumors, but no one has disappeared or died because of it, so no one will believe it.

Shi Yun'an didn't believe it either.

Just because he knows the existence of ghosts, he is more aware of the restrictions on them in the real world, so he wants to kill them? Indiscriminate killing of innocents? No... ghosts can't do that at all.

During the sacrificial banquet, many people have already researched that only ghosts of the black level and above are able to carry out killing behaviors that ignore the real world.

But most of the ghosts of the black level and above only exist in a specific place.

For example, in the last sacrificial banquet at the Hazama Snow Mountain, Tamaki explained the situation of the entire sacrificial banquet in detail. There was a monkey-like ghost there that could trap human souls in a certain period of time.

It can infinitely manipulate the reincarnation of time and torture the souls of the trapped forever, but it cannot wander around like a gray-level curse, and it cannot even leave the narrow snow mountain.

Therefore, if there is really a ghost in this building that cannot leave, it can only be at the black level or above. In that case, the place would already be littered with corpses, but the truth is, nothing happened here.

While thinking about it, the elevator came.

Including Shi Yun'an, a total of six people, four men and two women, entered the elevator.

The two women are a pair of mother and daughter. The children are very young, only five or six years old. They are held by their mothers. They have bright eyes and are very well-behaved.

After pressing the elevator on the 39th floor, Shi Yun'an stood at the back of the elevator. Because he pressed the top layer of this trip.

The elevator was running normally, and one person got off the ninth floor.

After the door closes, continue upwards.

"Ding"

The door opened again, and a man just wanted to go out, but he caught a glimpse of the floor the moment his foot landed: "Is this the thirteenth floor?"

He clearly remembered that after the person who left the elevator on the ninth floor, it should be the seventeenth floor that he pressed, and no one pressed the floor in between.

In the elevator, the four people including Shi Yun'an suddenly felt a chill.

Another man muttered: "Here it goes again, it always malfunctions on the thirteenth floor..."

The door is closed.

Shi Yun'an frowned slightly.

He saw the little girl who had been holding her mother's hand let go of it for some reason, and her head moved slowly, as if she was staring at something intently.

"Mom, there is a sister."

The little girl said suddenly.

The lady touched her child's head and said softly: "There is no sister, you are wrong."

"Mom, my sister has a lot of eyes on her face." The little girl continued, raising her head and staring at a corner of the elevator.

"Yuko, everyone has only one pair of eyes."

"But mom, every eye of my sister is on that brother!"

The little girl suddenly pointed at Shi Yun'an.

But her words made everyone in the elevator shudder.

Even her mother was upset.

Could it be... When the elevator opened on the thirteenth floor, something came in?

"Ding"

At this moment, the elevator suddenly stopped again.

Everyone's mouth was parched, and they all stared at the slowly opening elevator doors with trepidation in their hearts.

Many times, the source of the fear is actually the unknown.

Just like now, after the little girl said those words just now, everyone suddenly didn't know what might be standing outside the moment the elevator door opened?

Shi Yun'an hugged his painting and stared at the slowly opening elevator door.

Is what the little girl said true?

He doesn't know, but he wants to believe.

"Hold... sorry, my floor is here..."

The man who pressed the seventeenth floor just now realized that this is the floor he pressed.

He hurriedly left the elevator that made his heart shudder.

The little girl's eyes followed his back strangely.

After the elevator door was completely closed, she took the lady's hand and said, "Mom, my sister walked away on his back."

The lady's face was frighteningly pale, and she quickly squatted down and covered the child's mouth.

"Stop talking, Yuko."

The atmosphere in the elevator was particularly depressing.

Fortunately, the child didn't say a word after that, but occasionally looked curiously at Shi Yun'an and the painting in his arms.

The people in the elevator gradually left, and when the elevator door opened on the thirty-ninth floor, only Shi Yun'an was left.

Holding the painting, he just left the elevator when suddenly his eyes blurred.

Shi Yun'an shook his head, is he dizzy?

He always felt that there seemed to be something looming in front of his eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that his hands were a little wet and sticky.

Looking down, Shi Yun'an threw the painting in his hand in an instant!

Blood!

is blood!

His paintings are bleeding out!

The paint that should have dried a long time ago actually flowed out from the painting at this moment, and was spreading against the cracks in the floor. Shi Yun'an stared at the blood, as if being pulled by some force, the blood donation flowed into a very familiar text.

die!

Shi Yun'an subconsciously stepped back and bumped into the outer door of the elevator. He turned his head slightly, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his own face reflected on the elevator door...

On his face... there is a translucent mask, left black and right white, left happy and right sad.