Can You Do Some Human Work?

"what happened?!"

"Fuck, I won't be blind, why can't I see anything, I haven't saved the work form yet!"

"Ouch, who stole me!!!"

"What's sticky?"

"Blood! It smells like blood!!!"

The moment someone noticed the weird smell of blood, the entire office became extremely flustered. Even though they couldn't see anything, they still ran around crazily.

It's just that no one noticed that the body of one of them fell heavily in vain, and a deep gash was cut in his throat. While the blood spattered, the pungent bloody smell gradually wafted away.

The moment he smelled the smell of blood, the screams resounded uncontrollably again.

But before the screaming lasted long, one of them seemed to be strangled by the neck, and the voice stopped abruptly.

As the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, the number of dead people increased rapidly...

It's just that no matter how loud the movement inside was, nothing unusual was noticed outside, not even a single sound came from the room.

On the other hand, the players who didn't know it had already moved their position from the storage room to the reception room, and the remaining 20 paintings were neatly laid out on the carpet.

After just a quick glance, the faces of half of the players present suddenly sank.

They all saw their own existence in the painting!

But without exception, corresponding ghosts appeared around them, and the screen stopped at the moment when the ghosts were about to kill them.

Some were imprisoned on the operating table and were about to be disembowelled, some were about to be strangled to death by ghost hands in the bathtub at home, and some were about to be hanged at the gate of an old house...

No matter which one, it is full of strange and unknown atmosphere.

It's just one of the paintings, but the style of the painting is so different that everyone can't help but stare blankly.

In the painting is a girl with wheat-colored skin. The unique golden cat eyes are looking forward sadly, as if looking for something.

And behind her, followed a figure dressed in exactly the same way, but she didn't have the capable and sassy temperament of a young girl at all. Her originally lazy and elegant face had become rotten, and her eyes were dark and hollow.

The ghost's hand silently stretched out towards the girl's eyes, as if it wanted to completely replace the other party.

If you draw it here, it is no different from the other paintings, but the key is that this is only half of the painting!

On the other side, four strange figures followed silently behind the ghost, each holding a watermelon knife, an axe, a shovel, and a brick, giving people an inexplicable visual impact.

It seems that he can already predict what will happen to that ghost in a few seconds...

"These people... seem to be Qin Zheng and the others?"

"Why is he different from ours?"

"Look, the two sides of this painting are different in degree of newness and oldness. The one on Miao Sankuang's side is older, while Qin Zheng's side is newly painted, and the techniques are different."

Among them, a player with excellent observation skills suddenly spoke out, attracting everyone's attention.

I saw that the player picked up the painting where Qin Zheng and others were haunted, touched it carefully, and even got closer to smell it, then nodded with certainty——

"This painting was painted by two people!"

"If one of them is Lin Anshen, who is the other?"

Doubts shrouded everyone's minds. If it was someone else, it would be fine, but it happened to be the most special Qin Zheng and others.

Even if you want to know the information, you have to weigh whether your fate is strong enough...

"Zheng Xiang, aren't you the rich second generation in this level? Use your family connections to find a painter with a similar style based on this painting, maybe you will have some clues!"

The player who was the first to find something wrong made a suggestion, and Zheng Xiang's eyes lit up.

Although it feels a bit dangling, but it's what they can do now!

"Okay, I'll go home and ask later."

"The rest, why don't we find our own division first? With this painting, we might be able to avoid disaster!"

"Just do it."

"Huh? Did you smell anything?"

At this moment, a player asked abruptly, and the middleman was startled.

After sniffing carefully, the faint bloody smell became clear, and the mantra in everyone's body instantly circulated restlessly.

Killed! ! !

"Snapped!!"

The lights in the reception room also shattered quickly. The room had just been plunged into darkness, but each candle was ignited in vain, dispelling the darkness that enveloped everyone in an instant.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the pale ghost that appeared in the crowd at some unknown time...

148、We are just here to cross the catastrophe

In the dead darkness, only the faint candlelight flickered, illuminating the pale ghosts among the crowd.

There was hardly any blood on the dead face, and the eyes were covered by pure whites.

The most eye-catching thing was its throat that had been cut with a huge opening, and the blood kept dripping down. Even though it had been dead for an unknown amount of time, the wound still looked like it had just been cut.

The moment they saw the ghost, all the players couldn't help but tighten their hearts.

Someone just wanted to ask something out loud, but his mouth was tightly covered by someone. The terrifying force almost crushed his bones.

The player looked at the person behind him in some horror. The person behind him was the one who found something wrong with the painting!

The other party obviously didn't mean to explain anything, but silently gestured to Zheng Xiang, and Zheng Xiang took out a sack from the special pocket of his coat in a second.

Different from the usual sack, the sack in his hand was almost covered with the color of bronze, and it was specially used to imprison those less dangerous ghosts.

Zheng Xiang took a deep breath, and approached the ghost as lightly as possible.

But even so, the slight to extreme sound still attracted the ghost's attention, and the whites of its eyes fixedly stared at Zheng Xiang's position.

It was just unexpected, even after Zheng Xiang's movement was discovered, the ghost still showed no signs of attacking and killing people.

Guess it right!

Zheng Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. To ensure safety, he deliberately took out an iron rod and smashed it fiercely at the ghost's head the moment he approached.

The moment the blood splattered, the breath of the ghost stagnated.

After Zheng Xiangdang put the ghost in a sack with a few players and skillfully tied it tightly to seal it——

"Crack-"

A strange breaking sound resounded from inside the sack in vain, and Zheng Xiang's expression changed upon hearing it.

"My cursed thing is broken, I can't hold it anymore, come and help me suppress it, it will be sealed in 1 minute!!!"

As his greeting sounded, the players didn't dare to neglect, they firmly pressed on the sack amidst the surge of mana power.

The ghost inside was also aware of the seriousness of the problem, struggling frantically inside the sack, tearing with both hands, the sack showed faint signs of being torn apart.

Zheng Xiang broke out in a cold sweat, and the terrifying force from inside the sack almost knocked him over.

But even so, no one dared to let go at this time.

From the contact just now, I already know the killing rules of this ghost, if it is released now, none of them will be able to escape!

As the crowd almost suppressed the ghost with all their strength, until the time came to 1 minute, the ghost in the sack was completely silent, as if it had been reduced to an ordinary corpse.

At the same time, the darkness that had originally enveloped the room dissipated slowly. When the sun shone into the room, everyone could clearly see the cold sweat on each other's faces.

"This time, it can be done so easily?"

Someone asked uncertainly, with a dazed look on his face.

In the past, it was always dangerous, but this time he was seen through the rules and arrested in an instant. It always feels a bit inconsistent with the rumors that he is infinitely close to a half-spirit.

"Maybe it's because I've seen similar ghost information, and this ghost should not be a BOSS, so it's not that difficult."

"painting!"

At this moment, someone yelled, and everyone's eyes turned to the oil painting on the ground.

I saw a large amount of blood splattered on the original oil painting at some point, and it faded away strangely.

It's just an oil painting stained with blood, the content of which is changing, and someone even died in the painting!

"how so!"

"Look at Qin Zheng and the others!"

After a greeting, when everyone looked at Qin Zheng and the others again, their situation also reversed.

The four people who were supposed to be black hands seemed to have seen something terrifying, and ran away cursing.

And behind them were supposed to be ghosts trying to replace Meow Sankuang, but at this moment they turned into an extremely strange state.

The joints of the body are covered with red lines of flesh and blood, and there is no symmetry and coordination in the limbs and facial features, as if they were all pieced together from other people.

As for the three crazy Meows behind the ghosts, they changed their identity as the bait ghosts before, with an extremely ferocious look on their pretty faces, and swung a folding stool from nowhere as if they were sneak attacking...

Damn the official, are they a bit too much, why is the style of painting different from ours from the beginning to the end!

Others are here to flee for their lives, why are they playing hide-and-seek here? !

Everyone grinned with toothache, and then looked at the situation of their tragic death in the painting, and their hearts suddenly became a little unbalanced.

Sure enough, if you match up with these guys, you are here to cross the catastrophe!

But when they were struggling with what to do, they didn't notice that the bank manager had left the room at some point.

The moment the door was quietly closed, the blood on the manager's face disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Tick-tock-"

Warm blood dripped down, faster and faster, until it soaked the entire shirt.

The originally intact throat was cut open with a huge hole, but the manager himself still didn't notice it, and continued to move forward with a blank expression.

With every step he took, the surrounding light gradually dimmed.

At the same time, the doors of several nearby rooms were also opened, and the staff who had their throats cut also walked out like puppets.

The strong smell of blood almost filled the entire corridor, but carefully avoided the reception room.