Can You Do Some Human Work?

Qin Zheng explained, but his steps were running fast. Although he didn't know what happened to Feng Wai, it's better to go back and have a look!

Su Zitu and Miao Sankuang looked at each other in blank dismay, and didn't ask any more questions. Obviously, Zhang Fa and the others must have messed up something else.

On Zhang Fa's side, who didn't know it, the battle had already reached its final state.

"Damn it, why does that guy still have the energy to paint? I can't hold it anymore."

Zhang Fa yelled cursingly, holding down the struggling faceless ghost on the ground with both hands, the terrifying brute force of the opponent almost threw him flying.

And on the wall behind him, a picture scroll was nailed to a high place by bronze nails. Inside the picture scroll, there were several ghost figures wandering around trying to find a way out, but they were all lost in the depths in the end.

With just a cursory glance, you can see no less than ten ghosts in it!

"There's no blood, he seems to have drained dry."

Feng Wai muttered feebly. At this moment, his hands were drooping by his side, and the scissors fell aside uncontrollably.

My two wives on the left and right are really about to be squeezed dry, but fortunately, at least Lin Anshen's side is not having a good time, and now there is not a drop of blood left in the other party's body!

"Come and help me hold this ghost down, it's too powerful."

Zhang Fa greeted him, if it wasn't for the five fingers of the victim nailing the other party, he would have been killed long ago!

"Wait a little longer, the side effects haven't passed yet, I don't have any strength now."

Feng Wai rolled his eyes and said, he can say that he has run out of ammunition and food, if this continues, if there is another ghost appearing from Lin Anshen, he and Zhang Fa will really have to confess here.

I have never seen ghosts wholesale to this level!

Fortunately, what he was most worried about did not happen, and no new ghosts continued to appear, even as if they were directly killed by scissors!

And actually...

"Tick-tick-tick-"

The bright red blood dripped down from the drawing board continuously, and the body that was sitting in front of the drawing board was now lying lifelessly on the easel, with its face pressed against the oil painting.

The floor that should have been extremely clean was now stained red with blood, making it look extremely oozing.

The movement of the hands of the wall clock echoed faintly in the dead and silent room. After an unknown amount of time passed, the left hand drooping on the easel suddenly trembled.

I saw the ghost hand writhing in an unreasonable way, completely ignoring the bones, turning around, grabbing the back of Lin Anshen's neck, and forcefully pulling him back to the sitting position, but his head was still drooping.

If you look at it from the front, you can see that this guy's body is all bloody, and the lower body and heart are severely cut with scissors, and there is no hope of survival at all.

But as the ghost hand turned back, the next second, using the hand as a knife, it pierced through the heart abruptly, pinching the heart that had stopped beating just right.

The moment the ghost hand came into contact with the heart, a strange gray gradually spread, and finally covered the entire heart.

"Puff-"

A strong and powerful heartbeat resounded from the room without warning, clear and loud like muffled thunder, and continued to beat.

The heartbeat lasted for an entire hour before slowly fading away, but Lin Anshen's body gradually regained its blood color, but it was obviously much paler than before.

The slack pupils were refocused, and the ferocious bloodshot eyes were even more eroded by a strange gray color, which seemed to be full of menacing aura, but they all disappeared quietly in the end.

"call--"

With a breath of turbid air, Lin Anshen's consciousness finally recovered, and he looked down at his body expressionlessly.

Almost no intact skin can be seen, but between the flesh and blood, black and gray lines spread like meridians, randomly stitching up the dilapidated body.

Within a few minutes, Lin Anshen's body was completely stitched up, and all the wounds on his face were healed as before. As for the body, it was only stitched up.

Lin Anshen tried to stand up and move a few times. It was clear that the blood in his body had drained completely, but his heart was still beating strangely. As for other organs in his body, they also stopped functioning, as if there was no need to do anything.

Although he knew that the ghost hand's ability was far more outrageous than imagined, Lin Anshen's face still couldn't help but sink when he saw it with his own eyes.

This time he survived, but his body has already left the scope of human beings. If he dies again, will this body still belong to him?

We must find that person as soon as possible!

Without delay, Lin Anshen took out the phone from his pocket, and then dialed a certain number——

"Miss Meow, please inform me that the art exhibition will open tomorrow."

"Huh?! But some oil paintings haven't arrived yet."

"It has arrived."

Lin Anshen didn't explain anything, just hung up the phone after saying the last sentence, and the ghost hand drew on the new drawing paper again.

Not long after, the outline of a warehouse appeared on the oil painting...

And Miao Sankuang, who received the notification, frowned when he saw the hung up phone.

After being severely injured by Feng Wai, this guy actually chose to hold an art exhibition in advance. Could it be that something new has happened?

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, she didn't dare to delay, and decisively said to Qin Zheng and others who were cleaning up the mess -

"You guys follow me to the courier warehouse later, that guy Lin Anshen has moved up the art exhibition, there might be problems with the warehouse!"

199. First exclude the correct answer

"Is it because of what Feng Wai did here, so it was brought forward?"

Qin Zheng, who was helping to drag the floor of the police station office, asked with some doubts.

What kind of torture did this guy Feng Wai make the other party, and he forcibly advanced the plan so much.

"It should be. I had a bad feeling during the call just now. Let's deal with it as soon as possible. That guy may come up with something more terrifying."

Miao Sankuang said, speeding up the cleaning.

Feng Wai and Lin Anshen pinched each other in the air, and the whole office was bloodied by them. Fortunately, there were not many policemen outside, and most of them were transferred to investigate the imitation criminals. Otherwise, the movement here would definitely cause some troubles. Necessary misunderstanding.

However, the horrible amount of bleeding still caused them some trouble. After all, Feng Wai was overdrawn, and his hands still had no strength, and there was no tool man to help clean.

"I knew it would be such a troublesome thing, so I went to the hospital to do it. Anyway, it can save a lot of trouble."

Zhang Fa muttered, just for a while, he sacrificed a lot of cursed things and almost overturned the car.

Sure enough, don't be too careless next time, not all cursed things can be tried randomly.

"Don't be lazy, I see you have been dawdling there for a long time, Zitu works much harder than you!"

"You've been in ink for so long, don't think I didn't notice it!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I..."

The two just wanted to continue bickering, but following two cold gazes, they immediately lowered their heads and started cleaning obediently.

If you don't work harder, you may be pushed to the ground and cleaned up later!

Looking at the busy backs of the four, Feng Wai couldn't help but smile, and then looked at the scissors that Zhang Fa picked up on the table.

I have to say that this pair of scissors is surprisingly easy to use. If used for assassination, it can be said to be a deadly weapon!

But Feng Wai felt that after all, it was still a bit meaningless, and it was okay to use it now, but if it was determined to become a semi-violent ghost-level ability, this was not enough.

In this team, I estimate that my strength is at the bottom, and the most important thing is that I am still a ghost!

The ghost is still at the bottom of the human team, if you say it, you will lose the ghost!

In terms of being a dog, they are not their opponents at all, but at least their strength can't fall too much!

We must continue to search for more dangerous cursed things...

With a new target, Feng Wai's expression became serious. He may not be sure about other places, but Lin Anshen's side definitely has a very high possibility of something good!

When Qin Zheng and the others finished their work and walked out of the office, it was already half an hour later.

Fortunately, the police officers who went out have not yet returned, and they have not attracted any attention. They walked out carrying large garbage bags with their heads down, like a criminal gang that wiped out the corpses.

As for the garbage bags, they ended up throwing them in a landfill far from the police station.

After solving these problems, they followed Miao Sankuang all the way to the courier station that received Lin Anshen's oil paintings.

At the same time, Mao Shishi also received the news from the "informant", and his expression sank slightly.

"The plan has changed. Lin Anshen plans to hold an art exhibition ahead of schedule, so we have to get involved as soon as possible."

"Why is it suddenly early?"

Zheng Xiang listened to the news in astonishment, and the figures of Qin Zheng and others flashed inexplicably in his mind.

Could it be a moth they made?

That's not right, they were not far away at the time, so it shouldn't affect Lin Anshen, and it's very likely that something else happened!

"I don't know, I can only go to the exhibition hall to confirm in person, but for the sake of safety, don't pretend to be a staff or something to go in and check in advance, just enter as tourists during the opening period."

"That's the only way to go. When there are many living people, the safety will be much higher!"

Zheng Xiang nodded, and then looked at the nearby players. After seeing that they had no intention of objecting, he instinctively became nervous.

I have received the news on my side, and Qin Zheng and the others should not be too far behind. I hope that I will not be affected again by then!

As for Qin Zheng, who didn't know it, when he took a taxi to the express station, there were already many staff members of the exhibition hall waiting there.

Among them, the person in charge greeted Meow Sankuang immediately after seeing the three madmen, with a smile on his face——

"Miss Meow, you came just in time. Mr. Lin Anshen's paintings have just arrived at the courier station. May I ask if we should load them into the truck for delivery now, or store them here first, and make arrangements after the police station deploys security tomorrow. Woolen cloth?"

"Just load it into the car and transport it. Mr. Lin plans to open an art exhibition in advance, and the layout is going to be done today..."

Miao Sankuang said, during the order, his body was almost tense to the extreme, and his sharp golden cat pupils scanned the surroundings from time to time, trying to find some abnormal phenomena.

The person in charge didn't delay, and honestly ordered his subordinates to make arrangements.

"By the way, these few were also called by Mr. Lin to help. When the time comes to transport the oil paintings, we will also go with them. Let them move the paintings too."

Miao Sankuang also didn't forget Qin Zheng and the others, and pointed to the people who were following behind An An and greeted them.

The person in charge didn't doubt anything, just nodded and made a gesture of invitation——

"Please come with me, everyone. Oil paintings are more expensive, so we have carried out corresponding packaging protection for each painting, and it will be quite heavy. Please be careful of your own safety."

"Don't worry, we know what to do."

"That's good."

As the person in charge led Qin Zheng and others towards the container truck containing the oil paintings, the warning sound of the reminder also rang in Qin Zheng's ears at the right time.

[The staff in the container has been replaced, it was detected as a puppet of a ghost, and the degree of danger is at the level of resentful ghosts]