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At that moment, Tian Bin's mind was blank, and only the distorted face remained, which gradually enlarged until it occupied all his thoughts. He could not even make a scream of warning, and disappeared. In this world.

His disappearance was as quiet as Gao Yao before, and he didn't discover this fact until Fu Guangbo, who was running ahead, habitually counted the number of his teammates.

"Wait, what happened to Tian Bin?" Fu Guangbo didn't dare to stop or let go of his hands. The first time he found out, he loudly warned the people around him, "He's gone!"

This sentence broke through the darkness like thunder.

Xiao Li at the front looked back and saw that Tian Bin, who was still in the team, had disappeared without a trace, and still couldn't even make a scream.

Another missing person.

Just like them, Tian Bin used his fingers to cover his eyes when he moved forward, but he still encountered a poisonous hand. Does this mean that other people may disappear at any time?

The eaves above the head seem to be pressed lower than before. In the darkness beyond the reach of the mobile phone, countless ghosts and monsters are surging in the paintings embedded on the wall, like layers of cages.

There is no smell in the air that ordinary ghosts should have when they appear, but it is full of the unique ink smell of paintings.

There was a bad premonition in the hearts of the reincarnations present. This fear dilutes the stunnedness that was originally caused by the behavior of the big brother, but because they are all seniors, they did not lose control, except for Zhao Yiguang.

Zhao Yiguang is the security guard of the paradise. He does not have such strong psychological qualities. When his companion Gao Yao died, he himself was on the verge of collapse. He had not spoken before, but followed the samsara numbly. Now he sees another person disappear. Although he didn't know Tian Bin, this was enough to arouse his inner fear.

"I...I have come in for patrol, I have completed my duties, I...I can go!" Zhao Yiguang mumbled to himself at first, and soon his voice grew louder and louder, and he seemed to persuade He turned his head and ran outside like crazy.

"Hey—" Zheng Yi called to him, "You didn't hear it, you can't get out anymore!"

Although they had never tried to go out, as a shylock fan, he unconditionally believed Xiao Li's speculation.

Zhao Yiguang couldn't hear anything anymore. He just wanted to run outside, and the heavy footsteps disappeared in the direction where everyone came when they stepped on Zheng Yi's warning.

I must be able to go out?

Zhao Yiguang thought to himself that he was separated from the others, he only felt that his security suit was getting tighter and tighter around his limbs, making his running legs become less coordinated and heavier.

There was pitch black everywhere, as if trapped in some kind of chaos, he couldn't see anything, he could only continue to run forward desperately. There was silence everywhere in the darkness. In this dead silence, he could only hear the frantic heartbeat when he was running mixed with the sound of his shoes rubbing on the ground, making the restlessness and fear in his heart at this moment. Is infinitely magnified.

The road was not long when I came here. After all, this is an exhibition hall, not an 800-meter playground.

The group of them said they had walked for a long time, but at first they walked very slowly. In fact, the distance was not that long. Normally, it only takes a few minutes to run at full strength.

However, Zhao Yiguang only felt that the time was so long at this time. He ran for a long time, but he never saw the door when he came in.

In order to move forward at full speed, he chose not to cover his eyes with his hands, but to look down at the ground under his feet as much as possible to prevent himself from falling.

Could it be... he was in the wrong direction? But it shouldn't. There are not many forks here. He also aimed at the border of the most important paintings when he came. How could it be so far away?

"Can't get out."

At this time, Xiao Li's words flashed in Zhao Yiguang's heart. He didn't believe it at first, but now... is it true?

Even so, he has no turning back.

The disappearance of one person after another in the team, coupled with his belief that he has completed the patrol mission, destroyed all his psychological defenses.

Zhao Yiguang had to run forward with all his strength, paintings passing by, and the ghosts in the paintings looked at him like a parasite.

I don't know how long it has passed, Zhao Yiguang has lost the concept of time, and he saw a glimmer of light before his legs were weak due to fatigue.

It's the gate!

The door that came in was like a passage into heaven, facing him, standing quietly in the dark.

Although the surroundings were still dark, Zhao Yiguang almost reddened his eyes when faintly seeing the outline of the door.

Finally appeared-

He didn't have time to think about it or observe it carefully. His heavy legs seemed to have thrown off the lead bag, two steps and one step, one hand pressed on the door panel, and the other hand was about to pull the door handle.

However, with this touch, Zhao Yiguang realized something was wrong afterwards.

The touch of the door is rather thin, not like the door opened when you come in, but more like...paper.

At this moment, his hand to pull the doorknob was completely empty.

In fact, if you look closely in sufficient light, Zhao Yiguang will find that this is not the door of the exhibition hall at all, but a huge painting.

Picture in the door.

The protruding door handle is just the effect of the painting.

Zhao Yiguang's hand flew into the air, and once again, there was a cold touch from the other hand on the door frame.

His heart seemed to be hit hard, and as soon as he lowered his head, he met an icy hand, and that hand tightly bound Zhao Yiguang's arm. He could not make any call for help at all, so he was slowly pulled. Into another world.

Countless pale hands stretched out from behind the door in the painting and dragged him into the painting.

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On the other side, the reincarnations looked at Zhao Yiguang's disappearing back, with a moment of dilemma.

Naturally, Fu Guangbo and others would not want to go out to rescue him. At this time, dragging a teammate whose emotions have collapsed is tantamount to suicide. This is something that every senior person understands.

Therefore, they are only entangled in the question of whether the direction of walking is wrong.

Numerous cases on the forum have shown that once they enter a supernatural event, they want to go back and find their own way of death. If they can move on, can they survive until they see the "initiator"?

Would it be possible that the instigator would stay behind them, or in a painting passing by?

The reincarnations in the team were a little hesitant for a while, but Ye Zeqing closed his eyes and tried to use his physique to sense it. Finally, he shook his head and said, "I still can’t sense it. My physique was lost when I came to this paradise. A large part of it was suppressed, so I never said, I can only perceive the ghostly spirit here."

He looked at Xiao Li when he spoke.

Xiao Li's fingertips ran across the hair of the doll in his pocket. This is indeed the case. There are ghosts in every exhibition hall, especially this painting hall, where Tan Li was very suppressed.

It is conceivable that the background of this future paradise is quite profound.

Just from the task, it can be seen in general: the first night to enter so many exhibition halls, one wave after another, the reincarnations can only sway like the seaweed of the deep sea, under the baptism of ghosts.

Not to mention that every ghost has some characteristics, unlike ordinary ghosts.

For general tasks, at most, enter one pavilion at night, one per day, and give certain tips on life. It won’t be like this, and I don’t want the reincarnation to live.

Xiao Li speculated that the figures behind this should be similar to the existence of the **** of fraud, but the most urgent task now is to find the instigator in this pavilion, rather than the little ones in these paintings.

Under this circumstance, when faced with painting, is it easier for people of the same kind to talk?

Xiao Li usually doesn't easily find a helper, perhaps because of his personality. If possible, he likes to rely on himself first, but now there is a very suitable existence-he finally set his goal on Xiuji.

He took out a small yellow book and wrote a line of big characters on it. The old scroll that he had hung on the wall of his home as an ornament appeared in his hand.

The Xiuji in the painting was originally sitting under a tree, and the stickman added by Xiao Li was holding Xiuji's arm with two lines, resting on the leg of a classical woman.

When Xiao Li started the ancient painting, Xiuji did not move, but opened her eyes and quietly stared at him.

Xiao Li said, "Oh, are you feeling so good?"

Xiuji: "..."

Good size.

The stickman didn't know what he was doing, he was obviously dying, but he was very clingy. This painting was only there, and she couldn't drive it away no matter what, just as annoying as Xiao Li himself.

After a brief and friendly greeting, Xiao Li started an ancient painting and approached an oil painting facing him, so that Xiu Ji was facing each other.

This oil painting depicts an office. Outside the office windows is a thunderstorm, and a golden lightning illuminates the display facilities in the office.

The tall desks and comfortable boss chairs are like Mr. Sun’s office when they came.

The Xiu Ji in the ancient painting did not move, maintaining an elegant manner, looking at the painting.

Xiao Li: "There are all these paintings here. You can try it. Can you find the ghost who painted these paintings here? Or the most powerful painting here?"

Xiuji narrowed her eyes, perhaps she rarely saw the "kind", the woman in the ancient dress stood up.

The stickman slid off Xiuji's skirt and stood up with his short legs staring dumbfounded.

Xiuji stared at the painting in front of her carefully. With this painting in her eyes, without adjusting the angle, she could see that the rain outside the office window was not raindrops at all, but ghosts.

Her eyes seemed to cross the little devil and spread to other places.

Finally, Xiuji stretched out a finger and pointed to the left.

Xiao Li nodded clearly and walked in the direction of her finger, but did not put away the ancient painting.

When they passed the corner, a hand suddenly stretched out from a painting. It was very long, and instantly stretched out to hold Xiao Li's hand tightly——

However, Xiuji is one step ahead of it.

An arm with long and wide sleeves stretched out and held it first.

The two hands meet in mid-air and hold each other tightly. Everyone wants to pull the opposite hand into their own painting, which causes no one to do anything for a while.

In the end, Xiao Li took the initiative to break the silence: "Unexpectedly, the ghosts here are quite polite, and they know how to shake hands when they meet seniors."

The rest: "..."

They looked at Xiuji, and then at the painting in front of them-Xiuji looked at the ancient paintings of the Republic of China, but these paintings in front of them are all modern paintings, so Xiuji is also considered an old painting class. , The other party shakes his hand to show good, it seems that there is a good reason, not so difficult to accept...

Wait, does the ghost world really have such a concept? ! Are they afraid that they have been brainwashed by this magical brain circuit of Hercules and entered his rhythm? !

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