Nightmare Attack

"Miss Zuo." Shi Liao Zhi stared at Zuo Jing's eyes as if trying to penetrate her whole person, "I hope you can give us an explanation."

Zuo Jing glanced at him, "I don't understand what you mean."

"You don't understand?" Teacher Liao Zhi asked breathlessly, "Then I'll ask you, what's the matter with the painting on the wall?"

After the three of them returned to the room, the teacher Liao Zhi who was wringing out the costume with a piece of hanging cloth suddenly found that a painting appeared on the wall facing his bed.

Above the painting is a dancing woman.

He dances gracefully, dressed in costumes, with light steps, twisting orchids in his hands, slender fingers, plain white neck, and uneven body under the costume.

Whoever looks at it is a rare beauty.

But at this moment, there is only endless fear in Shi Liao Zhi's heart.

He suddenly thought of the painting You Qi mentioned before.

And the woman in the painting.

No, it's a female ghost!

Riding behind Qin Jian, the female ghost who broke his spine!

As soon as his thoughts passed Belden, he followed the recent events and sorted out the context a little bit.

Soon, a speculation that sounded frail but close to reality formed in his heart.

The appearance of this painting represents ominousness.

And listening to what You Qi just said, he had seen this painting, which means that this painting had appeared in his room, and the result was Qin Jian and the earlier Tang Shirou's tragic death.

This is the truth.

"Mr. Shi." Chen Qiang's voice came, not calm, but not panic, "You calm down first, quarreling can't solve the problem."

"Even if this painting really brings us danger, I don't think it will be immediate. Everything will turn around." Chen Qiang continued, "So let's sit down and think about it."

Teacher Liao Zhi's sight shifted to Chen Qiang.

This newcomer seems to have adapted well to this place. In just two days, the fear that had been used has disappeared from him, replaced by a sense of relief.

And the calm rooted in relief.

Staring at the face of this young man who looked like a student, Shi Liao Zhi slowly calmed down.

It's not because of being afraid of him, it's just that what he said makes sense.

"Transfer?"

"Yes." Chen Qiang nodded, "After You Qi suddenly mentioned the painting and the female ghost on it, you subconsciously showed a surprised expression, Mr. Shi."

Later, he said comfortingly: "I have no other meaning. This is a normal response of people, especially when ghosts exist and have already killed people."

"But have you noticed that the people in the other room basically didn't respond, Chen Xiaomeng, Jiang Fugui, and Hao Shuai," Chen Qiang looked at Zuo Jing, who was slightly frowning, and said: "So I guess they have seen that painting before."

"But it's not like being in the room of An Xuan's group." He continued: "Miss Zuo also said that the three of Chen Xiaomeng are together. I trust Miss Zuo's judgment."

Teacher Liao Zhi frowned slightly, and then said, "You mean that painting also appeared in Chen Xiaomeng's room?"

"should be."

"Then why did none of them have an accident?"

"It's not clear for the time being." Chen Qiang said, "but since this is the case, there must be a reason."

He acted very humble. Even though the rhythm of this dialogue was always in his hands, he still had enough room for his teacher Liao Zhi and Zuo Jing, who didn't speak much.

Shi Liao Zhi's eyes gradually changed when he looked at Chen Qiang. After a long while, he exhaled: "If you have anything, you can say it. This is the situation now. Everyone is a grasshopper on a rope."

As if feeling uncomfortable standing there, Shi Liao Zhi changed positions.

Strange to say, the position of the painting is actually very particular. In terms of the color layout, it is almost integrated with the wall and the surrounding scenery.

A simple potted plant with a dark pattern, placed sideways in the front of the painting, set against each other, brings an indescribable sense of beauty to the beauties in the painting.

No one noticed the painting for a long time after they entered the room.

What really made the teacher Liao Zhi notice this painting was...feeling.

Yes, it just feels!

A very strange feeling of being watched.

He sat on the bed and felt uncomfortable over and over again. Because of the experience, he would never think that he was an illusion caused by tension.

At first he thought it was Zuo Jing or Chen Qiang, but until... he followed that feeling and saw the painting!

The eyes of the beauty in the painting are staring at his face.

This is also the biggest reason why he had such an attitude towards Zuo Jing before.

He was in fear.

He was worried...He was the next person.

But after a while, he looked at Zuo Jing as if he had changed his person, bowed slightly, and said, "Sorry, Miss Zuo, I was too impatient just now."

Chen Qiang smiled, similar to what he thought, this teacher Liao Zhi, who looks frivolous, but whose behavior reveals the rules everywhere, is a man with a sense of importance.

"It's my fault." Zuo Jing's expression was very tangled and frowned. "You guessed it, An Xuan did find me, I...I have some..."

After a few seconds, Zuo Jing changed his words, "That guy An Xuan is unusual, I suspect that there is something wrong with his background."

"Background?" Teacher Liao Zhi seemed to be interested, but he still suppressed his emotions as much as possible, "You mean..."

"Wait." Chen Qiang suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

Both Shi Liao Zhi and Zuo Jing looked at him with suspicious expressions on their faces.

Looking in one direction, Chen Qiang seemed to be able to see outside through the wall, "You...Did you hear any noise?" He asked in a low voice.

But judging from the expressions of the two, they knew that they hadn't heard anything.

"No." Zuo Jing replied in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

"I seem... as if I heard the drums."

Wen Yan teacher Liao Zhi's scalp numb, it is not a good thing to hear the drums now, especially this very weird painting...It also appeared in their room.

The next victim is probably one of them.

And he has a feeling that the greatest possibility is that he...

"Boom!"

In an instant, Shi Liao Zhi's eyes paused, and then immediately shrank into a gap.

He heard it.

He also heard ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ drums!

how come?

Isn't this game over?

Qin Jian is dead.

Today...at least today, they should be safe.

There was a very weird and very slippery voice from outside the door.

Not far, not near.

"Pattern."

"Pattern."

It was like the sound of something wet stepping on a stone slab.

The body is very large, and very heavy, very heavy.

Because along with the sound of stepping on the water, there is also the sound of heavy objects being dragged.

Coming from the direction of the lake.