[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

At this moment, Sam had already returned with a pile of salt, because there is no servant in charge of the kitchen among the trapped people, and they didn't think it was strange to see the salt brought out of the kitchen one by one. .

Everyone joined forces and quickly set up a huge salt circle.

People don't really believe in the fact that the salt circle protects against ghosts, but the danger is imminent, and those who don't want to be taken away by ghosts can only be dead horses as living horse doctors.

Just as everyone was setting up the salt circle, a sob suddenly sounded in the hall.

When they heard the sound of sobbing, everyone was not surprised. After going through such a thing, not to mention women with well-developed tear glands, even men have the urge to burst into tears.It was only when they were yelled at by that Dean Winchester just now, and Sam Winchester took them to look for things, and they were briefly comforted during the process, which calmed them down.

Now hearing someone cry again, the people who decided to fight to save their lives feel bored and unlucky.They stared at each other, wanting to see who was so disappointing, and cried again.

Looking at it this way, I saw a person squatting outside the salt circle, covering his face with his hands, and sobbing.Everyone couldn't see his face, only the top of the man's golden hair and the figure of a man.

"Don't cry." Someone walked over impatiently, stretched out his hand and tugged at the man's shoulder, "Cry and cry like a woman..."

The man's words immediately aroused the glaring glare of the woman who was arranging the salt circle, but the man didn't realize it, and said sharply: "Die..."

The man's words froze suddenly, because he saw that the man's raised face was so familiar.

"Wei, William?!"

Dean, who was exchanging information with Sam, turned his head suddenly. Because of the sudden drop in temperature, his breath turned into a white mist visible to the naked eye.

"Are my eyes good?" William Peterson, the second victim of death, looked up at the person who was reprimanding him, and his sea blue eyes, which were wildly praised by fashion magazines and fans, instantly turned into two. The blood hole, and the two blood holes faced the man directly, and said, "Are my eyes pretty now?"

The man's pupils shrank sharply.

"Do you want to be as good-looking as me?" William Peterson smiled at the man, with muddy blood flowing from the two blood holes, he stretched out his hand to the man.

Sam hurled a knife, piercing the ghost's spirit before the ghost's fingers caught the man's eyes, knocking him apart in an instant.

Seeing the ghost disappear in front of his eyes, the man who opened his mouth wide and could not utter a scream before finally screamed at the top of his voice, and the men and women behind who were setting up the salt circle, no matter what friendship they had before, hugged and screamed More than that, the eardrums of Dean and Sam buzzed.

"Shut up!!!"

Dean growled.

The hall instantly silenced.

Obviously, besides Dorian Gray, the ghost to be dealt with this time, the three people who were killed by the ghost a few days ago were also under his control.

"Set up the salt circle quickly." Dean commanded angrily.

Although the salt ring can resist ghosts, as long as you use your brains and attract a gust of wind to blow the salt ring out of the gap, ghosts can still hurt everyone.It is impossible to expect this group of people who have just refreshed their worldview and are almost scared to pee to save themselves with salt and iron. They must leave one person to protect everyone.

"You stay, Dean." Sam said in a deep voice, "I'll go upstairs to find a portrait."

Going upstairs means unknown dangers, staying here will face the attacks of ghosts in turn, and a group of people who are holding back.

The ghost who died here is very likely to be controlled by that Dorian Gray. In Dean's view, the portrait may be the only weakness of the ghost, but for Sam who holds the short blade, as long as he seriously wounds the ghost's body with the short blade The spirit body can also completely annihilate him.

Dean frowned. He looked back at the trembling people hiding in the salt circle, let out a breath slowly, and said, "Okay."

When Sam went upstairs, he took Lister Roderick with him.

Lister Roderick: "???"

Sam plausibly said: "This is your manor, I need you to lead the way."

Lister Roderick: "But..."

"Don't worry, I can't die." Not allowing Liszt Roderick to refuse, Sam dragged the master up the stairs. Everyone in the hall watched the two leave, and their sympathetic eyes fell on Liszt Roderick.

Soon, though, they were in no mood to sympathize with others.

Because a nightmarish voice sounded behind them.

"Do you think my skin looks good?" Everyone turned their heads in fear, only to see a bloody human figure with the skin peeled off behind them outside the salt circle.The figure showed a bloody smile at them. He stroked his bare-exposed bloody skin and said, "I think the skin quality is much better now than before, what do you think?"

Everyone: "Ahhhh!!"

Dean rushed over.

***

Sam and Liszt Roderick, who had just reached the third floor, heard the screams of everyone downstairs.

Sam's expression was tense, and he almost ran all the way to the attic with Liszt Roderick, and then kicked open the door of the attic.

The attic of the manor is not so much an attic as it is a room occupying an entire floor. Through the colored glass skylights, people in the attic can clearly see the beauty of the bright moon in the sky.There was a portrait hanging in the attic facing the door, but the owner of the painting was the previous owner of the manor, Lord Stirling.

Except for the portrait, the room is almost covered with paintings, but there are no figures in those paintings, only various landscapes and buildings, all of which are places of interest from all over the world, and they don't look like they were painted by famous artists.

"These paintings were drawn by my uncle during his lifetime." Liszt Roderick panted. "According to my uncle's will during his lifetime, he hopes that the arrangement of this room will remain as it is."

Therefore, even though Liszt Roderick rummaged through the contents of the attic, he honestly returned them to their original places.

Sam walks over to one of the paintings.

The painting was obviously about the manor they were in, or the night scene.

Sam stared at the full moon hanging high in the sky above the painting, his eyes twinkling.

"What's the matter with this painting." Liszt Roderick picked up the painting thrown against the wall, wondering.

Out of some indescribable longing, Liszt Roderick often came to sit in the attic alone, knowing the layout and the contents of the paintings.But now, he saw a painting in the attic that he had never seen before.

It is usually locked here, and the key is kept by Liszt Roderick. It was obviously locked when Sam kicked the door just now, which basically prevented the possibility of other people coming in to make trouble.But considering ghosts that could be invisible and pass through walls, Lister Roderick couldn't help but think about it.

And when he saw everything on the painting clearly, Lister Roderick was even more surprised.

Because the protagonist of this painting turned out to be James, the black-haired young man who was taken away by the ghost just now.

At this moment, James in the painting was stripped to only a pair of underwear, but that was nothing. Didn't he see enough nude-male nude-female paintings?What really surprised Lister Roderick was the content of the painting.

A black metal girdle was wrapped around the black-haired youth's waist, and the tight metal could tell how the girdle was working.This kind of painful behavior was applied to the black-haired young man, but his face did not show the slightest pain. Instead, it was full of enthusiasm and urging, as if he was asking the servant who had not been drawn to pull harder Some, making his waist thinner.

"What the hell..." Liszt Roderick looked like a ghost. He remembered that European tunics were popular two or three hundred years ago, and aristocratic women were all pursuing thin waists for beauty. The first corset death incident, and then this kind of corset was gradually abandoned.

This thing is a kind of torture for women, let alone men.

What does this picture mean?

Do you think this person's waist is too thick and ask him to tie his waist?

The brushwork of this painting is not bad, but is there any appreciation value for such a painting?

Lister Roderick was stunned.

Sam walked by and frowned immediately.He clenched his palm, and the short black blade slipped soundlessly in his hand.As Liszt Roderick grabbed the picture frame, Sam raised his hand to the canvas where no one was there and stabbed it.

"Tear."

"Wait!" Although this painting has no purpose, it may be a relic of his uncle, so it would be a pity to destroy it like this!

Before Liszt Roderick could utter his words, there was a bang on the floor of the attic, and a black-haired man wearing only underwear and a black tunic around his waist appeared from midair and fell directly to the floor .

It was obvious that the fall was not light, and the black-haired man let out a muffled grunt, already falling into a semi-conscious state.

Liszt Roderick took a breath, and suddenly seemed to realize something. He suddenly looked down at the painting, but saw that the black-haired youth in the painting had disappeared.

"This---!!!"

Lister Roderick was tongue-tied.

Sam squatted down, pulled off the tunic on the black-haired young man, touched it, and said, "At least two ribs are broken."

This thing is really not something a person can wear.

Liszt Roderick looked dazed, and the picture frame in his hand fell to the ground.

Although I know it's a hell, but all this is too much.

People are all in the painting!

Sam, however, looked calm. He felt something was wrong when he saw the sky outside the window just now. Sure enough, the full moon was actually the projection of the painting.

At this moment, the empty picture frame that fell on the ground flew up.

Liszt Roderick looked subconsciously, but saw the picture frame flew directly to the door of the attic and held it in a pale hand.

"Don't you know that it is very impolite to destroy someone else's carefully drawn paintings?"

The beautiful young man with blond hair and green eyes tilted his head, his disappointed and sad eyes instantly tightened Liszt Roderick's heart.He opened his mouth and said almost subconsciously: "I'm sorry..."

"Ah."

Sam sneered, and Liszt Roderick was startled, suddenly realizing what kind of existence this beautiful young man in front of him was, and immediately took a step back, looking over vigilantly and warily.