Chapter 297 Lin Yuanqing’s Oil Painting
Dahan City, Jianshe Road.
Wei Jing has solved all the supernatural phenomena on the stage. He is now supporting Sun Rui with one hand, while in the other hand he is looking at a faded oil painting.
“I didn’t expect that the ghost realm would turn into a painting just by getting rid of the supernatural beings inside.” Sun Rui sighed.
He can survive now only because of Wei Jing's suppression, which prevents the two ghosts in his body from eroding his life.
"This should be Lin Yuanqing's handiwork. Are you sure you don't want to tell me what you know?" Wei Jing looked at it for a while, then handed the painting to Sun Rui, while he took out a gold bag from his arms and prepared to put it away. The painting was imprisoned.
"Everything I know has been reported." Sun Rui was silent for a moment and then said.
He knew that these must be Lin Yuanqing's handiwork, because not long after Lin Yuanqing entered the painting, the post office threw out some oil paintings that seemed to have problems at first glance. It was all his fault.
But as mentioned before, compared to Lin Yuanqing, these paintings are easier to deal with.
".He is releasing ghosts now." Wei Jing was not stupid either. He probably guessed Sun Rui's concerns, but he still warned him.
"Guard, all this is just your guess. If there is no evidence, don't put the responsibility on a captain." Sun Rui emphasized the last two words of captain.
He believed that Wei Jing should be able to understand what he meant by such a reminder.
There was no expression on Wei Jing's stiff and cold face. He did not continue talking and just walked towards the second ghost area.
So what if we know for sure that Lin Yuanqing set these ghosts free?
Lin Yuanqing is too strong now. No one in the headquarters except Mr. Qin is confident that he can defeat him, not to mention that he still has two S-level ghosts in his hands.
These trump cards are enough for him to continue to be unscrupulous, and the headquarters does not dare to take any action.
Stepping in, the surrounding sights were switching rapidly. The originally refreshing temperature outside dropped sharply, as if we had stepped into the North Pole from a sunny and windy place.
The two of them looked around. This was an old forest with about a dozen trees around. The branches of these trees were strangely shaped like a hand.
The moment they stepped in, Sun Rui felt a sense of palpitations in his heart. This feeling was familiar to everyone in charge. It was a feeling that triggered the murder pattern.
"Guards, the law of ghosts has been triggered." Sun Rui reminded.
"These paintings are all out of control and there is no pattern at all. As long as we appear in their attack range, we will be attacked." Wei Jing replied calmly, his voice was still the hoarse voice of a ghost.
But these places gave Sun Rui a sense of security. Coupled with the crushing scene on the stage just now, Sun Rui stopped talking.
Wei Jing looked around, or he was looking for the protagonist of this oil painting!
As long as that guy is imprisoned, then this painting can also be imprisoned!
Suddenly, his feet sank, and something seemed to grab his feet, trying to drag him underground.
Wei Jing did not panic. He lowered his head and saw the dead-like palms grasping his feet.
Wei Jing's lips were slightly raised, and a strange smile appeared on his stiff face, which looked a little scary.
He is a ghost. He was worried about not being able to find you, but unexpectedly he showed up at your door. This is much easier to solve than the stage just now.
He bent down and slowly touched the hand on his leg with his cold and stiff hand.
Sun Rui next to him also slowly squatted down because of his bending.
touch!
Suddenly, the entire ghost realm shook slightly, Gui Cha's mindless suppression was triggered, the surrounding ghost realm was dissipating, and Lao Lin was twisting.
It seemed that the world collapsed with his touch, within a few seconds.
The two returned to reality, and Wei Jing had a faded oil painting in his hand!
This supernatural incident, which can be rated A in terms of hazard level and horror level, was solved like this! This is the powerful strength of Oni Chai Wei Jing, unreasonable suppression!
"Ahem." At this time, Sun Rui coughed a few more times unconsciously, as if the invaded parts were starting to attack again.
This is normal. The body invaded by the supernatural will not recover because the ghost is suppressed, but will worsen because there is no support from the supernatural.
Sun Rui's body has been deeply invaded by his sick ghost. If he doesn't consider controlling the third ghost, or becoming a post office manager like the original work, he won't be able to survive for a few days.
Of course there is another way, and that is Lin Yuanqing’s ghost heart!
Wei Jing looked at the last ghost domain, then at Sun Rui, whose face was starting to turn pale, and said, "I'll take you to the headquarters first! Let Professor Wang save you."
"Ahem, no, no, you let me go and imprison these evil spirits first. I know my own body well. Don't worry, I won't die." Sun Rui coughed again unconsciously and said.
Wei Jing came up with this idea because he felt that a person in charge was more important than the ordinary people who were about to die due to the ghost domain.
But Sun Rui felt that it didn't matter if he could last three or four days based on his physical condition. It was more important to get his Han City out of danger as soon as possible.
Wei Jing didn't say anything, he let go of the suppression of the evil spirit in Sun Rui's body.
“Cough, cough, cough.”
In an instant, Sun Rui's face became even paler, and the unconscious coughing sound kept appearing in his mouth. It seemed that some supernatural power in his body would soon revive.
Wei Jing took out a gold bag from his arms, packed the oil paintings in his hands, and handed it to Sun Rui.
He obviously agreed!
Sun Rui took it, and he already had two gold bags in his hands, with two ghost paintings stored in them.
He was holding two gold bags in one hand and limping towards the roadside with the other hand.
Wei Jing glanced at him, turned around, and walked towards another ghost realm. There was the last one over there. Of course, this was only the last painting they knew.
The moment Wei Jing disappeared, a painting slowly appeared on the unfinished fifth floor of the unfinished building and fell to the ground.
The painting is a blank field. There is a man on the field who is looking at the outside of the oil painting with an indifferent expression, seeming to be staring at someone.
The clone did not disappear because of Lin Yuanqing's departure! But it was preserved in the painting.
Suddenly, the surrounding atmosphere began to slowly become colder, as if the painting was about to be revived.
This means that an out-of-control Lin Yuanqing is about to turn into a terrifying ghost and start killing.
Sun Rui, who was on the roadside on the first floor, suddenly felt uneasy. He didn't know where this uneasiness came from.
But even the agitation of the ghosts in his body has decreased. Sun Rui can even feel the slightest tremor from their bodies. This tremor seems to be emitted by them involuntarily.
"What's going on? Ghost. Are you scared?" (End of this chapter)