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He dreamed of Xie Baiyuan, and the reason why he knew so clearly that it was a dream was because he had never seen those scenes before.

In the dream, Xie Baiyuan seemed to be younger than now, his facial features were not as sharp-edged, and his expression was not as firm as now.

The only thing that hasn't changed is his eyes, which are full of playfulness most of the time, and only when looking at someone will they be full of affection.

Xie Baiyuan, who is a few years old, is still the leader of a group of people.

"Brother Yuan, don't get excited, there must be a way to save Brother Yu from the painting." The situation in the dream seemed not very good, it took Fang Li a while to figure out the situation.

This group of people is in the dungeon, and they have encountered some difficulties. , Fang Li's brain seemed to be automatically set to the game mode, and the previous story was directly inserted.

This dungeon is called Immortal in Painting. Boss is a painter with thaumaturgy. His hobby is to collect human souls by making this "Immortal in Painting".

Once a person is haunted by his painting, the soul will enter the painting, and the body left outside will die within three days.

This kind of death is silent, and it can even be said to be painless-a ghost.

Not suffering is only relative to the dead, but to the lover or friend of the deceased, this is simply a great torture.

All you can do is watch the people you love die around you, life flies by every minute, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Xie Baiyuan had a cold face, his expression was almost frozen.

The people around him kept persuading him, with a cautious tone, as if they were worried that he would go crazy in the next second.

Fang Li had never seen Xie Baiyuan with such a dignified expression. He was in a complicated mood, and he met Xie Baiyuan's eyes in the next second.

His lover walked towards him, put his hand on his face with pity and respect, and stroked it lightly, with a hint of madness hidden in his eyes.

Fang Li wanted to respond, but found that he couldn't move. He felt it a little, and immediately fucked.

No wonder Xie Baiyuan made such an expression, it turned out that it was himself who was caught in the painting this time.

His soul has become a painting, and the man not far away who is sleeping with his eyes closed and a strange face is his body left outside.

Although I know a little about the fact that I used to brush the dungeon with Xie Baiyuan, those fragmented memories are unfamiliar after all. Now pointing to a face that I have never seen before and saying that is what he used to be, Fang Li himself feels that Very weird.

He even felt that this was just a dream.

No, this was his dream.

But when Xie Baiyuan approached, Fang Li felt an indescribable anxiety and sadness in his heart.

He wanted to yell loudly to tell Xie Baiyuan not to go crazy, and to keep him away from the painting, so as not to be sucked in together.

Is this just a pure dream fantasy, or is the past repeating itself?

Fang Li couldn't figure it out, but at a certain moment, he understood Xie Baiyuan's eyes.

No matter what you become, no matter where you go, I will do my best to bring you back and stay by my side.

Zhu Yicheng's sleeping posture perfectly exposed his true nature, entangled like an octopus, he was completely an insecure child.

Falling asleep and falling asleep, he felt the people around him suddenly jerk. He half-closed his eyes and asked in a daze, "Fang Li? What's wrong with you?"

"..." Fang Li was silent for a moment, then replied, "It's okay, I had a nightmare, you can continue to sleep."

He wiped his forehead with his hand, and felt the cold sweat on his hand.

The part that seemed like a dream but not a dream was interrupted when Xie Baiyuan threatened the painter with a painting and a torch, and if Fang Li was not released, everyone would finish playing together.

As long as Fang Li can come out, I am willing to be in the painting for him.

Fang Li kept yelling in his heart that he couldn't do it, but Xie Baiyuan couldn't hear him. In the end, he woke up from the dream because he was too emotional.

He thought, this had better be a dream, otherwise, when he released the dungeon, he would have to settle the score with Xie Baiyuan.

The place where a piece of flesh had been lost on the arm was still aching. Fang Li couldn't fall asleep after tossing around for a while, so he simply opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

Zhu Yicheng responded vaguely, carefully avoiding his wound, and hugged his hands and feet again.

After staring at it for two hours, there was a slight sound of people walking outside, and the room gradually became brighter.

The butler came back, and the first step he took when he came back was naturally to see the screen missing the painting in the hall.

So the people in the house were summoned, and the servants expressed that they didn't know where the painting had gone.As soon as the guests finished washing, the butler led them into the courtyard.

"I lost some things at home, have you seen the paintings on the screen?"

"No." One or two shook their heads like rattles.

The two people who cut off the painting didn't dare to speak at this time, they just looked towards Fang Li frequently.

Fang Li didn't mind, if the two threw the pot to him, he could still throw it back.

The housekeeper obviously didn't believe this statement, he walked back and forth in front of everyone with a cane.

Fang Li has been staring at his chin and wrist, especially the neck, where a sharp dividing line can be seen at close range.

Above the dividing line is the butler's wrinkled face, as smooth as if he was only in his twenties.

He put that face on, like a young man in his twenties wearing a human skin mask.

Wait, mask?

Fang Li pursed his lips into a straight line, and he vaguely had a very bold guess in his heart.

Is there such a possibility that the butler is none other than Mr. Gui pretending to be?

If this assumption is true, then the Mr. Gui they saw that day might just be a ghost.

After lingering for a while, the butler said, "Everyone, you don't mind if we confirm what you said."

Fang Li looked at him and had some guesses in his heart.Sure enough, the next second, the housekeeper ordered several servants to stand up and searched the house where they were temporarily staying.

At this moment, Fang Li was extremely thankful that he secretly hid the painting on the beams of the empty house last night. These people only searched the few rooms they lived in and skipped over the empty ones.

Of course nothing can be found.

The butler didn't find anything, and he didn't look down on them, and even politely reminded them that they could come to have breakfast.

There was a smile on his face, but after matching what he said, the smile not only failed to make people feel warm, but was a little cautious.

"Sir, he felt much better yesterday, and said that he must have breakfast with all the guests today."

Hearing this sentence, Fang Li breathed a sigh of relief.

He and the bald-headed brother from yesterday exchanged glances, and saw similar thoughts in each other's eyes.

Mr. Gui is a man or a ghost, and finally he has the opportunity to see and see.

After the butler led the people away, everyone discussed in low voices on the spot.

"Why do I feel that this Mr. Gui is also very ghostly?" This is the frightened Zhu Yicheng.

"If he's a ghost, we'll pick one out of nine, and he'll be able to pass the level if he faces it head-on?" This is a reckless bald head.

"Who got it just now? What if we are the ones who are wiped out?" These were the other two "painting thieves" who were full of disapproval.

Everyone was communicating, but a few people seemed particularly quiet, one was Xiang Luping who was full of disdain, and the other was Xiao Ke with a blank expression.

Fang Li withdrew his attention from the two of them, and when he turned around, he saw Yu Jiaxi flipping through his pockets in a panic.

"What happened?" Fang Li asked.

Yu Jiaxi didn't have time to answer, Zhao Xiaotong replied instead: "Her doll is gone."

Fang Li was stunned for a moment before he remembered the doll with his name written on it.

He said: "Missing? Could it be put in the bag?"

Yu Jiaxi shook her head and said, "No, I always carry it with me."

That doll has a very special meaning to her, although in the eyes of most people, it is just a stand-in prop, but to her it is the only proof that a very important friend has survived in this world.

After thinking about it, she cast her suspicious eyes on Xiang Luping who had been silent all this time.

Xiang Luping noticed the way she was looking at him, and immediately said angrily, "What do you see me doing?"

Zhao Xiaotong has a very protective character, and immediately raised his chin and asked, "Did you take her doll?"

"You're spitting blood," Xiang Luping said, with a look and tone that didn't deserve a beating. "It's true that I took your doll last time, but I've repented. If there is no evidence, you can just say I took it." Isn't it slander if you stole your things?"

Zhao Xiaotong raised her hand, and with her character, she was going to slap this person in the face in the next second.

Fang Li stopped her in time. He looked at Xiang Luping and asked, "Are you sure you didn't take it?"

Xiang Luping shrugged nonchalantly: "If you don't believe me, you can go in and search."

Fang Li really searched, and Xiang Luping's room was the same as their furnishings, with a clear view, only two backpacks were placed beside the bed.

One belonged to Xiang Luping, and the other belonged to his dead girlfriend Qiqi.

Searched again, but did not see the shadow of the doll.

Xiang Luping walked in front of everyone, his back was full of pride.

Because of his complacency, Fang Li wasn't sure if he took the doll at first, but now he can basically be sure.

It's just that the room is so big, where can he hide the doll?

"Don't worry, I'll find it for you." Fang Li comforted Yu Jiaxi a few words, he firmly believed that a person like Xiang Luping would show his feet if he stared at him for a while.