Hit ghost

All the people present heard the rush of footsteps, and the black lion blocking the periphery half-bent down in a vigilant posture, and intermittent low-pitched roars came from its throat.

"Wen Liang, your back...!" Xie Jin's attention was still on the oil painting behind Wen Liang.

Among the three, only Wen Liang had his back to the portrait, so he naturally couldn't see the changes happening behind him.

However, compared to Xie Jin's surprise, Wen Liang seemed very calm. He raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his shoulder, and turned around to look back.

There was no horror scene as imagined, under the pale flashlight, a woman stood vaguely beside the scratched oil painting.

The woman is just a very vague remnant soul, she hangs her head, her long and thick black hair hangs down straight at her temples, and it is impossible to see what her face looks like.

But judging from her figure and general outline, this woman is [-]% similar to the female model in the oil painting.

It's just that the skirt on her body is tattered, it can't be called a skirt anymore, it's just some rags hanging on her body, which is in stark contrast to the gorgeous red dress in the painting.

"It's not a ghost." Ji Duan grabbed Xie Jin's subconsciously retreating body, "This should be the woman in the painting."

Among the three, only Wen Liang was extremely close to the woman, so close that the woman could put her arm on his shoulder.

Wen Liang held up the finger bone found in the picture frame, and asked the woman softly, "Is this your bone?"

After almost a long time, the woman did not respond. At this moment, the sound of faster and faster footsteps in the corridor was getting closer, and Xie Jin and Ji Duan were forced to twist their bodies.

They stared at the dark corridor behind them, afraid that the gray-white dead face would appear there in the next second.

"This phalanx belongs to you." Wen Liang spoke again, not an interrogative sentence, he was sure that the owner of this bone was the silent woman in front of him, "There is your residual smell on it."

The footsteps were already very close to them, and it seemed that the other party could find where they were by turning another corner.

The woman still didn't speak, she raised her head slightly, a gray face was revealed between the long hair like a black waterfall, she was indeed the model in the oil painting, if it was in her lifetime, this face must be very beautiful.

A trace of doubt flashed in her confused eyes, and she also heard the frightening footsteps.

Probably guessing why the expressions of the two men not far away from her became more and more strange, the woman raised her finger to the wooden door of the studio beside her.

With a "click", the lock of the wooden door opened as the woman pointed, the old-fashioned lock fell to the ground by itself, and the wooden door automatically opened a gap enough for one person to pass through without wind.

"Here, she wants us to go in?"

Ji Duan turned his head when he heard the sound. The dark room has no windows. This should be a storage room that is not frequently used. Waiting for their presence.

"Then why don't you come in?" Wen Liang rushed inside without any hesitation. Ji Duan and Xie Jin were taken aback by his unexpected behavior.The two of them felt a white shadow flash past, and Wen Liang rushed into the room opened by the woman.

... This Taoist priest who can only cheat and deceive all day long can run faster than anyone else when he is in danger.

Following Wen Liang into the storage room, seeing the woman follow in and close the wooden door, the atmosphere in the small classroom suddenly became weird.

Two people, two souls, plus a huge black lion, a few people rushed into the small space, and it became crowded all at once.

Xie Jin was squeezed somewhere in the dark, and the position where his face was facing was a little cold, not like the warmth of a human body.

There was no temperature, and bursts of coolness spread on his face. Xie Jin thought for a moment in his drowsy brain, and then realized belatedly that the person facing him at this time was probably the woman in the oil painting just now.

A hand passed through the back of Xie Jin's head, covered his mouth and took Xie Jin back. Ji Duan's deliberately low voice sounded beside his ears: "Don't make a sound, that thing is outside."

Not long after he finished speaking, the seemingly old wooden door that could not stand the toss was hit violently by something, and the things outside the door seemed to sense the extra strangeness in the house, even though the door did not open after the first impact , but that thing still did not give up on hitting.

Xie Jin leaned quietly in Ji Duan's arms. At such a close distance, he could feel the young man's body temperature warmer than his through a thin layer of clothing, and he could hear his abnormally disordered heartbeat in a trance.

Plop, plop.

The faint smell of blood in the air became more and more intense. The three people hiding here knew very well that the thing outside the door was the headless female ghost. She should know that they were hiding in this storage room.

"This guy ate her child, and that female ghost will definitely not let it go easily." Ji Duan's vision was hardly affected by the darkness. He glanced at the black lion standing beside Xie Jin, guessing what the headless female ghost would do. The reason for their relentless pursuit.

"There is no reason for a ghost to kill people. Does the elephant care how many ants he trampled to death?" Wen Liang took advantage of the darkness to put the finger bones he found from the oil painting frame into the sackcloth pocket he carried, and whispered in the woman's ear Say something.

He has a low voice and it's hard to see his mouth in the dark.

After finishing speaking, the woman raised her head, the gray face hidden behind the black hair kept looking at Wen Liang, as if she was repeatedly confirming something.

"Don't worry, I always keep my word, you just go."

Wen Liang waved his hand at her, looked down to find a table, didn't care about the thick layer of dust on it, and sat on it directly.

The woman was skeptical, but Wen Liang was the one who discovered her grievance after all, and this request was nothing to the woman, so she agreed by default.

The petite figure slowly moved in front of the wooden door, the impact outside the door was still going on, the old-fashioned lock was almost unable to hold up, and it was hanging there tremblingly, ready to be knocked open at any time.

The woman raised her arms and put her palm on the wooden door. A faint smile appeared on her face for a long time. She gently stroked the wooden door, as if comforting a mad child.

At the beginning, the impact outside the door didn't work like that, but the woman was very patient, she seemed to penetrate the other person's heart through the door panel, and she still repeated this action unchanged, comforting him over and over again.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, under the comfort of the woman, the impact of the headless female ghost outside the door gradually changed. She seemed to be hesitating, not sure whether the breath inside the door was correct.

The impact turned into knocking on the door, and the rhythmic knocking sounds seemed to be asking, asking the person inside the door, who are you.

"What's going on? Are they communicating?" Xie Jin opened his eyes wide. He had never seen such a scene before. The two ghosts were separated by a wooden door. No one knew what they were talking about.

"They're talking."

Behind Xie Jin, Wen Liang sat on the table with his legs crossed, still playing with his pipe, "The rumor that Su Xiaoxiao said seems to be true."

Wen Liang took a sip of the filter, and glanced at the woman in white at the door. His eyes were a bit misty, as if recalling something from a long time ago.

"It's a pity that I can't hear her voice." He exhaled a wisp of smoke. I don't know if it was because the smoker had attached himself here. dissipated.

Xie Jin didn't see the complex emotions flashing in his eyes, and looked towards the wooden door with some vague understanding.

Probably the comfort of the woman in white had an effect. The headless female ghost outside the door was obviously more peaceful, and the sound of the impact disappeared, but the rapid knock on the door made people feel a little hairy.

"elder sister."

Xie Jin was watching in a daze, when Ji Duan behind him suddenly murmured, Xie Jin turned his head in surprise, and suddenly remembered that Ji Duan should also be regarded as an inhuman existence in name.

In other words, for a living soul like Ji Duan who has been alone in the horror paradise for a year, he was not devoured by other ghosts and survived, it should have something to do with his eloquence.

Ji Duan had already noticed Xie Jin's eyes, he turned his head away unnaturally, and said in a muffled voice, "They are cousins."

"Cousins? Are you saying that the two female ghosts who are communicating are blood-related sisters?"

"Well, the one outside the door is my sister, and the one who helped us inside the door was my sister." Ji Duan's tone was a little stiff, and he didn't even look directly at Xie Jin's face.

The blood-related cousins ​​died tragically in the same school and turned into ghosts. Combined with the stories I heard from Su Xiaoxiao, the appearance of the headless female ghost is really distressing.

Xie Jin shivered instinctively, he always felt that the truth behind the death of these two sisters might make people shudder.

Just like what Wen Liang said, her sister's remnant soul was pinned on her phalanx, sealed inside the picture frame, unable to leave and have no way to avenge herself.

The younger sister turned into a ghost and wandered on the top floor of the West Teaching Building, looking for her lost head.

Xie Jin couldn't imagine what the two sisters had encountered in this school. He couldn't imagine who would brutally kill the two sisters, and he couldn't figure out why only the younger sister became a ghost, while the older sister had only one A wisp of remnant soul.

"There is a seal on that phalanx." As if seeing the doubt in Xie Jin's heart, Wen Liang put the burnt tobacco rod into his bosom, and he took out the woman's phalanx from his bosom.

There were still traces of the Seal of Sealing Evil between the yellowed bones, and Wen Liang didn't explain why this phalanx was in his place, and after briefly showing it to the two people in front of him, he put it away again.

"Fayin, I can't understand it when I tell you, but if it can seal the soul of the dead, the murderer who murdered her must have planned it in advance."

Wen Liang's expression froze slightly, he glanced at the woman's side face covered by black hair, and explained softly:

"After all, only murderers who really kill others will be suspicious and want to seal up the deceased's undead, so that even if the undead turns into a ghost, it will never find his head."

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Poor two sisters...