Can You Do Some Human Work?

Qin Zheng responded somewhat perfunctorily, but when he leaned close to Mao Yousan to take a closer look, his eyelids twitched.

Half of the indescribably put together oil painting was quietly placed on the ground. Although it could be felt that this guy seemed to be trying to piece together a human figure, what was finally pieced together was a fuzzy and distorted object.

The entire surface of the oil painting has become blurred and mixed, and there are faint black shadows standing in the distance, as if watching this strange thing...

"This painting of yours must not be seen by San Kuang!"

"Meow!"

The cat nodded three times, and he didn't know what the hell he spelled out, but it should be similar to the original one!

"When you tear these up, can't you go through the oil painting again?"

"Ow!"

"Grass, how can you put it back together after it's broken like this!"

And when one person and one cat were communicating, Zhang Fa and Su Zitu couldn't help but cursed.

This is no longer a task that humans can accomplish!

"Just deal with it casually, and don't admit it even if you kill me when the time comes!"

Qin Zheng said, not daring to be vague, and quickly helped to put together the remaining half of Mao Yousan's oil painting.

Now that the ghosts are in the attack cooldown, fight as much as you can!

After all, no one knows if there will be any abnormalities in the damaged oil paintings after returning to the original exhibition hall, so let's try to make up for it.

"Meow~meow~~"

【Your spelling is obviously worse than mine, you can't even tell your arms and legs apart! 】

"How dare you say it, look at what the hell you are fighting, can this be called a person?!"

One person and one cat kept loathing each other, but the movements of his subordinates were not slow at all. In less than a minute, an oil painting was put back into the only normal square shape.

"You actually figured it out?"

Zhang Fa also caught a glimpse of a corner of the oil painting, and approached it unexpectedly.

But when he saw the content of the oil painting clearly, his pupils trembled wildly.

what is this? !

"If Lin Anshen saw this, wouldn't it drive him crazy?"

"It's hard to say, if a few paintings are suddenly missing in the exhibition hall, will they be discovered?"

"It's better for the two of you not to appear in front of Lin Anshen again, the ghosts he draws are more human-like than yours..."

Zhang Fa took a deep breath, this indescribable oil painting will definitely make him have nightmares at night, even reading the book can't heal him!

"There are three, how is your fight going?"

And at this moment, Miao Sankuang's voice came from a distance.

Miao Sankuang, who had barely put together a very artistic oil painting elsewhere, slowly walked over, but when he approached, he covered the oil painting with both hands, as if he was worried about revealing something.

Yousan almost immediately pushed the oil painting in front of Qin Zheng, pretending to have nothing to do with him.

"Huh?! Qin Zheng, when did you guys show up?"

Seeing the presence of Qin Zheng and others, Miao Sankuang obviously became more nervous, and his approaching steps stopped abruptly...

182. There is always one to be sacrificed

"Why don't you come here?"

"I'm worried that you are disguised by ghosts, and you are kidnapped by the way!"

Miao Sankuang was talking nonsense solemnly, and his hands were protecting the oil painting he had put together.

"The tokens are all there, and these ghosts can't find Mao Yousan. You didn't do something strange secretly, did you?"

Qin Zheng also noticed the abnormality of the other party, and stared straight at the oil painting.

This guy wouldn't have put together a masterpiece similar to Miao Sankuang, right?

Facing Qin Zheng's strange gaze, Miao Sankuang lowered his eyes and chose to avoid it, but when his eyes touched the indescribable oil painting on the ground, his eyelids twitched violently——

"What did you do with this oil painting?!"

"Three of them have been slightly processed for the oil painting!"

"Meow meow meow???"

How did you end up throwing all the blame on yourself to a cat when you put together something together?

Are you okay with your conscience? !

Staring at the weird "new" oil painting, and comparing it with his own oil painting, and confirming that his own is not so outrageous, Miao Sankuang was slightly relieved.

"Have you ever encountered a bandage ghost? I wandered around the exhibition hall for a long time and didn't see one."

"We have been attacking on our side, Zhang Fa was unfortunately injured, but it's not a big problem. Now that you have joined us, next time you attack again, you should be able to find Feng Wai's whereabouts."

Qin Zheng said casually and skipped some small details, and Zhang Fa's expression behind him suddenly became more resentful.

This dog thing, you forget your friends after seeing sex, right?

Miao Sankuang subtly glanced at Zhang Fa with a weird look, and instinctively felt that the matter involved was not simple, but she tactfully didn't say anything, and walked over honestly.

When she saw clearly the pieced together abstract oil paintings on the ground, her heart couldn't help but thump.

If this is put on display in the museum, Lin Anshen won't blow it up, right?

"How long is it until the bandage ghost's next attack?"

"There is still one minute, pack up and escape here, in case there is any abnormality in these oil paintings, it will not affect us."

Qin Zheng greeted them, and after they placed several oil paintings on the counter nearby and covered them with tablecloths, they left here as if fleeing.

If Feng Wai appears here at that time, they will collectively kill him and say he did it!

For the harmony and stability of the team, sometimes it is necessary for teammates to make a small sacrifice!

As for Feng Wai, he seemed to feel the maliciousness in the dark, and shivered suddenly.

Turning around vigilantly, after confirming that there was no ghost following him, he continued to stroll upstairs.

It's just that at this time, he seems to be in a situation where ghosts are beating the wall, and the stairs that go up seem to have no end in sight, and the structure of each floor is the same as the one he passed just now, without any difference.

Even the tiles that were picked up by him are not bad at all, and Feng Wai's heart gradually sinks when he sees it.

"Does that bandage ghost still have the ability to hit a wall?"

Feng Wai muttered softly, and instinctively sensed a sense of incongruity, but found no other clues.

But just as he was tentatively continuing to walk upstairs, he didn't notice that there was a figure behind him at some point.

That figure was exactly the same as Feng Wai's, except that the position where the starving ghost's fangs should have been in the palm of his hand was now covered by a shadow.

When the figure moved, its posture seemed extremely stiff, but it still tried its best to imitate Feng Wai's every move, and gradually got used to it.

And as the distance between the two gradually narrowed, the face of "Feng Wai" in the back gradually rotted, and the eyeballs turned into blood and flowed down the corners of the eyes.

Feng Wai in front frowned, as if he had realized something, the starved ghost's teeth in his palm were slightly open in displeasure.

With Feng Wai's footsteps suddenly stopped, he didn't even turn around, and stretched out his hand to shake it hard——

"Pfft!!"

"Feng Wai" in the rear lost the upper half of his body in an instant, and the smelly blood splashed onto Feng Wai's back.

It's just a little unexpected, after the remaining lower half of the body trembled, the flesh and blood squirmed strangely and grew back to the upper body.

However, after being attacked once, the appearance of the ghost was slightly different from that of Feng Wai. A crack appeared on the face that had finally recovered, and the skin on the left and right sides was weathered and worn strangely.

In just one breath, the ghost's face seemed to be put together again, and only Feng Wai's shadow could be barely seen.

Looking back at this scene, Feng Wai frowned.

And just when he was about to use the tooth of the starved ghost to continue repairing the knife, the ghost seemed to have lost its target suddenly, and froze in place motionless.

After a long silence, it shifted its target, turned and left here.

Feng Wai stared blankly at the scene in front of him, but before he could react, the bandage ghost appeared behind him.

The moment he stared at the target, the bandage ghost instinctively wanted to rush over.

But the next second-

"Bang!!"

As if hitting an air wall, the Bandage Ghost's whole body was bounced back in a daze.

Feng Wai, who heard the movement, also turned around quickly, looking at the bandaged ghost who was thrown away with a dazed expression.

"What's going on here?"

Before he could think about it, he saw the figures of Qin Zheng and others looming behind the bandage ghost, and his expression suddenly lifted.

"Fuck! Feng Wai!"

However, Qin Zheng and the others suddenly became nervous when they saw Feng Wai, and their footsteps that they planned to come over suddenly froze.

"Run back quickly! Lead over!"

I don't know who yelled, Qin Zheng and the others immediately fled here without looking back. The speed was so fast that Feng Wai was taken aback for a while.

What's going on here?Why does it feel like seeing a ghost?

Feng Wai looked at their strange behavior blankly, and just wanted to follow, but he was not blocked by the air wall like the bandage ghost, and rushed out directly with ease.

Watching this scene helplessly, the bandage ghost was completely sick, and before he could react, he felt his body sinking, and his whole body was dragged into the floor strangely.

Feng Wai, who didn't notice the strange situation here, followed behind Qin Zheng and the others with a puzzled look on his face.

After following all the way to a certain oil painting storage area, Feng Wai's eyelids twitched when he saw the counters covered by tablecloths like traps.

These dogs are planning to trick themselves! ! !

No matter how fast Feng Wai's reaction speed is, someone's hand speed is even better, with a flick of a finger——

"Crack!"