I'm back from hell

The second floor.

Two paintings are hung on one wall, and various precious antiques are placed on the counter below: jade bracelets, whisks, and chamber pots...

It looks old.

Great value.

In the darkness, a piece of jade pendant shines brightly, which is eye-catching.

However, it is not the protagonist at this time.

But that little girl.

She walked toward a painting step by step.

No matter how many people yelled, she didn't respond. Someone even shined a flashlight into her eyes, but she didn't feel anything. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, and her face was filled with joy.

There was something wrong about this scene.

Think of the red embroidered shoes just now.

Everyone looked horrified and felt fear in their hearts.

Subconsciously I wanted to step back, but the same scene happened: I couldn't move!

And this time, not only the feet were imprisoned, but also the entire legs were unable to move.

Swish.

Everyone looked at Xia Yu nervously.

It can be seen that Xia Yu's previous performance has won everyone's trust.

"Xia Yu, do you know what's going on?"

Zhao Sanghe asked.

"I am not a goddess."

Xia Yu said without looking back, still observing the little girl's expression and behavior, trying to analyze what the new rules were.

There are traces of ghost killings and regular killings, and if you find the rules, you are very likely to survive.

The difference is that ghosts have thoughts, can change the conditions for killing, and can also defeat them. The rules are more rigid. Once completely formed, the killing pattern cannot be changed and cannot be defeated.

Uh.

Zhao Xianghe immediately looked back with some embarrassment, gathered up his courage, and said, "Now is not the time to be afraid. Let's find a solution together."

"Brother, you are closest to the little girl, try to hold her."

He looked at a man in his thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a formal hairstyle. Even though his hairstyle was a bit messy, he still had the temperament of a successful person.

Zhao Sang Hyuk advised: "This time everyone must unite and actively find a solution. Otherwise, they will die one by one just like when they met the red embroidered shoes downstairs."

"That's right. Young man, try to see if you can hold her."

"If you are scared, we will hold you and nothing will happen."

"Yeah, now is not the time to be afraid."

……

Everyone spoke up.

The messy man also knew that he couldn't back down at this time. He hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and grabbed the little girl's clothes.

"What a strength."

The messy man suppressed his blush and couldn't stop the little girl from moving forward. He tried his best and did not let go. Instead, he chose to ask for help: "Help me, I can't hold on anymore."

He reached out to grab the bald man next to him.

"Do not touch me."

The bald man was so frightened that he opened the messy man's hand and leaned back with his upper body.

"you……"

The messy man's eyes widened.

We agreed to hold hands together.

But you abandoned me?

"Then let's die together!"

He suddenly let go of his hand.

Zhao Xianghe frowned, looked at the bald man, and said reproachfully: "What's the matter with you?"

"Shut up."

The bald man scolded with a fierce look on his face: "Don't stand here and talk until your back hurts."

Zhao Sang Hyuk was instantly frightened.

No one else dared to say anything.

"Boom."

While everyone was arguing, the little girl was walking and suddenly fell to the ground without moving.

But the corner of her mouth revealed a brighter smile.

"died?"

Everyone's face changed.

Including Xiayu!

How did you die?

No trauma.

No screams.

Even the human body does not twitch naturally after death, which is too weird.

"tread."

Another person moved.

This is a little boy, about the same age as the little girl, but with a little less hair and bald temples.

"Son, what are you doing? Wake up! Wake up!"

"Don't go there!"

The bald man looked frightened and pulled at the little boy's clothes desperately.

The little boy's eyes were dull and lifeless, just like the little girl just now, but there was a look of novelty on his face, as if he had seen something new and had great curiosity.

He turned a deaf ear to his father's cries and moved on.

soon.

"Thorn."

The two sides pulled each other with great force, tearing the black down jacket apart, revealing the blue sweater underneath.

"Do not."

The bald man jumped forward, his lower body motionless, and his upper body completely lying forward at a -degree angle, tightly grabbing the little boy's arm.

However, driven by the mysterious power, the little boy still moved forward step by step.

On the contrary, the bald man was pulled so hard that his arm hurt. He looked at the people beside him with a begging look on his face: "Please, help me, save my son."

People around him turned their heads.

No one reached out to help.

The scene where the bald man just stood by and watched chilled everyone's hearts. Many people were even so happy that they just needed to write two words on their foreheads: You deserve it!

"Crack."

The next moment, the little boy was pulled out of his joint. He still didn't respond and continued to move forward at the same speed.

If this continues, this arm will be torn off!

The bald man was so frightened that he quickly let go of his hand.

But this time he let go, he could no longer reach his son.

"Beauty, please save him, he is still a child."

"I beg you."

He was in great pain and annoyance, and finally turned his attention to Xia Yu.

Xia Yu gave his own judgment: "We need to find the breaking point from this painting."

painting?

Everyone came back from their fear and thought that the little girl just now was killed by this painting!

This is an ink painting on silk.

A long streak of burnt ink and thick ink sweeps down, drawing a cliff as steep as a screen. The river flows along the mountains, twisting and turning. On the mountains, the trunks of the trees are not chaffed, the branches are like sparrow claws, and the leaves are like ink droplets.

There are several fishing boats on the open river under the distant peak. On each fishing boat, there is a fisherman working hard to catch fish, with a smile of satisfaction and happiness on his face.

Even people who don't know how to appreciate it feel that the painting style of this painting is simple, fast, bold and powerful.

"Nothing seems unusual?"

No one could see why.

Xia Yu noticed that there seemed to be some changes in this painting.

But the specific changes could not be found for a while.

"What do you know about this painting?"

she asked, trying to find out as much information as possible about the painting and see if she could find any clues.

Everyone was thinking.

"Please help my son. Please, I can give you money or even kneel down for you."

The bald man no longer had the arrogance he had before. This strange situation made him extremely powerless, with a look of begging and humility on his face.

"Everyone put down your prejudices."

Zhao Xianghe also said: "Don't show your temper and engage in internal strife at this time."

"thanks, thanks."

Hearing that Zhao Sang Hyuk actually spoke for him, the bald man was surprised. He slapped himself in the face and apologized: "What happened just now was my fault. I apologize to you."

"Don't do that."

Zhao Xianghe quickly waved his hands and said, "Oh, everyone is just trying to survive."

"I know something about this painting."

At this moment, a weak voice sounded.

Swish.

Everyone's eyes were cast on it.

"Li Haoran?"

"Say it."

Zhao Sang Hyuk did not expect that the last surviving friend would actually know information about this painting, so he hurriedly urged.

"This is "Picture of a Fisherman on an Autumn Mountain"."

"According to rumors."

"It was painted by an eighty-year-old master. It contains Buddhist teachings that he has learned throughout his life. It is profound and inexplicable. Everyone will have a different state of mind and gain different gains when they see this painting."

"That's why it's so valuable."

Li Haoran spoke very quickly: "It was once sold by a mysterious Chinese for million overseas. I don't know if it is the one in front of me."

The bald man on the side was extremely anxious, but he did not dare to interrupt Li Haoran. After he finished speaking, he quickly looked at Xia Yu and asked, "Beauty, is this information useful?"

"Have."

Xia Yu's beautiful eyes flashed and she said, "No wonder the little girl and the little boy show different expressions when they get close."

"I see."

"That must be one of the rules."

rule?

Everyone hears it in a fog.

Although the bald man didn't understand, he saw that Xia Yu's words were serious and he felt hopeful. He couldn't help but speak again and asked, "So you have a way to save my son?"

Xia Yu shook his head.

This is not enough.

Someone still needs to trial and error and try out more information.

"You fool me?"

The bald man was instantly furious.

At this moment, his mentality exploded and he was completely dominated by emotions.

"You can cover his eyes and give it a try."

Xia Yu didn't care at all about the bald man's attitude and words. She just didn't want to let go of this opportunity to try and make mistakes.

As the saying goes, illusions arise from the mind. If everyone really has a different state of mind when seeing this painting, then...

Don't want to go see it?

Give it a try and you will know.

"Someone help me."

The bald man's emotions were about to explode and he suddenly stopped the car, showing his begging look again: "Please."

finally.

Zhao Sang Hyuk figured out a way to take off his clothes and threw them to someone close to the little boy, letting him cover the little boy's head.

Everyone was staring at the little boy, hoping that the little boy would stop.

The little boy paused.

"Stop!"

Everyone's eyes widened and they all showed expressions of ecstasy.

The bald man shouted excitedly: "Son, dad is here, come here quickly and stay away from that damn painting."

Only Xia Yu looked calm.

She felt that the rules could not be tested so easily, and there was a high chance of failure this time.

as predicted.

"Boom."

The next moment, the little boy fell straight to the ground and made no movement.

The head is covered with clothes.

Lying on the cold ground side by side with the little girl.

There was dead silence all around.

A feeling of despair spread.

"Do not."

The bald man collapsed on the spot, held his head in his hands, and roared: "Ah!!!"

"It's you!"

"You killed my son."

"I'm going to kill you."

He looked at Xia Yu suddenly, completely losing his mind, like a madman.

"Shut up, me."

Seeing that Sister Wuyu was being bullied, Xie Shaokun immediately waved the butcher knife in his hand twice and shouted: "Do you know who I am?"

"I! Nai! Thank you! Master! Kun!"

"Wanted! Wanted! Criminal! Yes! Also!"