I'm back from hell

Chapter 53 The Man in the Picture

The second floor.

Two paintings were hung on one of the walls, and various precious antiques were placed on the counter below: jade bracelets, whisks and chamber pots...

It looks old.

Great value.

In the darkness, a piece of jade pendant shines brightly, which is eye-catching.

However, the protagonist at this time is not it.

But the little girl.

She walked towards a painting step by step.

She didn't respond to how everyone shouted, and she didn't even feel that someone shone a flashlight on her eyes. Her eyes were dull and joyful.

There is something wrong with this scene.

Reminiscent of the red embroidered shoes just now.

Everyone looked terrified and fearful in their hearts.

Subconsciously wanted to back away, but the same scene appeared: unable to move!
And this time, not only the feet were imprisoned, but also the whole leg was unable to move.

Swish.

Everyone looked at Xia Yu nervously.

It can be seen that Xia Yu's previous performance has won everyone's trust.

"Xia Yu, do you know what's going on?"

Zhao Xianghe asked.

"I am not a goddess."

Xia Yu said without turning her head, her eyes were still observing the little girl's demeanor and behavior, trying to analyze what the new rules were.

Both ghost killings and rule killings have traces to follow, and if you find the rules, you have a great chance of surviving.

The difference is that ghosts have thoughts, can change the conditions for killing people, and can also defeat them.The rules are more rigid. Once fully formed, the law of killing cannot be changed, and it cannot be defeated.

Uh.

Cho Sang Hyuk looked away in embarrassment, summoned up his courage, and said, "Now is not the time to be afraid, let's find a solution together."

"Brother, you are the closest to the little girl, try to hold her."

He looked at a man in his 30s. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and had a formal hairstyle. Even though his hairstyle was a bit messy, he still had the temperament of a successful person.

Cho Sang Hyuk persuaded: "This time, everyone must unite and actively think of a way. Otherwise, they will die one by one like when they met the red embroidered shoes just downstairs."

"That's right. Boy, try to see if you can hold her back."

"If you are afraid, we will hold you, and nothing will happen."

"Yeah, now is not the time to be afraid."

……

Everyone spoke up.

The messy man also knew that he couldn't back down at this time, he hesitated for a few seconds, gritted his teeth, and grabbed the little girl's clothes.

"A lot of strength."

The messy man blushed, but he couldn't stop the little girl from moving forward. He did his best and didn't let go. Instead, he chose to ask for help: "Help me, I'm about to lose my grip."

He reached out to grab the bald man beside him.

"Do not touch me."

The bald man was so frightened that he slapped the messy man's palm open, and leaned back his upper body.

"you……"

The messy man widened his eyes.

We agreed to hold hands together.

You abandoned me?

"Then die together!"

He snapped violently and let go.

Zhao Xianghe frowned, looked at the bald man, and blamed: "What's the matter with you?"

"You fucking shut up."

The bald man scolded fiercely, "Don't stand here and talk, it won't hurt your back."

Zhao Sang-hyuk was instantly terrified.

Others did not dare to say anything.

"Boom."

While everyone was arguing, the little girl was walking, and suddenly fell to the ground without moving.

The corner of her mouth showed a brighter smile.

"died?"

Everyone's face changed.

Including Xiayu!

How did you die?

No trauma.

No screams.

It's too weird that the human body doesn't even convulse naturally after death.

"tread."

Another person moved.

This is a little boy, about the same age as the little girl, but with a little less hair volume and bald sideburns.

"Son, what are you doing? Wake up! Wake up!"

"Don't go there!"

The bald man was terrified, and desperately tugged on the little boy's clothes.

The little boy's eyes were dull and lifeless, just like the little girl just now, but there was a look of novelty on his face, as if he had seen something new and had great curiosity.

He turned a deaf ear to his father's cries and moved on.

soon.

"Thorn."

The two sides pulled each other with great force, tearing the black down jacket, revealing the blue sweater inside.

"Do not."

The bald man threw himself forward, his lower body was motionless, his upper body was lying forward at [-] degrees, and he tightly grabbed the little boy's arm.

However, driven by the mysterious power, the little boy still moves forward step by step.

On the contrary, the bald man's arm hurt from being pulled, and he looked at the people beside him beggingly: "Please, help me, save my son."

People around turned their heads away.

No one offered a helping hand.

The situation of the bald man standing on the sidelines just chilled everyone's hearts, and many people were even so happy that they almost wrote two words on their foreheads: deserve it!

"Crack."

The next moment, the little boy was pulled out of his joint, but he still didn't respond, and continued to move forward at the same speed.

If this continues, this arm will be pulled off abruptly!

The bald man was so frightened that he quickly let go of his hand.

But this time he let go, but he could no longer reach his son.

"Beauty, save him, he is still a child."

"I beg you."

He was extremely painful and annoyed, and finally turned his attention to Xia Yu.

Xia Yu gave his own judgment: "We need to find out the breaking point from this painting."

painting?
Everyone recovered from their fear and thought that the little girl was killed by this painting just now!

This is an ink painting on silk.

A stroke of scorched ink and thick ink is swept straight down, drawing a steep cliff like a screen. The river flows along the mountains, with twists and turns.

There are several fishing boats on the open river under the distant peak, and on each fishing boat is a fisherman who is hard at work, with a satisfied and happy smile on his face.

Even those who don't know how to appreciate it will feel that the style of this painting is simple, vigorous, majestic and imposing.

"There seems to be nothing unusual?"

People can't see why.

Xia Yu noticed that the painting seemed to have changed slightly.

But what has changed in detail, and I can't find it for a while.

"What do you know about this painting?"

She asked, wanting to learn as much information about the painting as possible, to see if she could find any clues.

The crowd pondered.

"Please also help my son, please, I can give you money, and even kneel down for you."

The bald man no longer had the arrogance he had before, this weird situation made him extremely powerless, his face was full of begging and humbleness.

"Everyone let go of your prejudices."

Zhao Xianghe also said: "Don't play your temper at this time and engage in internal strife."

"thanks, thanks."

Hearing that Cho Sang Hyuk actually spoke for him, the bald man was very surprised, slapped himself on the face, and apologized: "What happened just now was my fault, I apologize to you."

"Don't do that."

Zhao Xianghe hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Oh, everyone is just trying to survive."

"I know some information about this painting."

At this moment, a weak voice sounded.

Swish.

All eyes are on the past.

"Li Haoran?"

"Say it."

Zhao Xianghe didn't expect the last friend who survived to know the information about this painting, so he hurriedly urged.

"This is the Picture of Fisherman in Autumn Mountains."

"It is rumored."

"It was painted by an 80-year-old master, and it contains the Buddhism that he has realized throughout his life. It is profound and inexplicable. Everyone who sees this painting will have different moods and different gains."

"That's why it's so valuable."

Li Haoran spoke very quickly: "It was once auctioned by a mysterious Chinese abroad at a price of 8000 million. I don't know if it is the picture in front of me."

The bald man beside him was extremely anxious, but he didn't dare to interrupt Li Haoran. After he finished speaking, he hurriedly looked at Xia Yu and asked, "Beauty, is this information useful?"

"Have."

Xia Yu's beautiful eyes flashed, and she said, "No wonder that little girl and this little boy have different expressions when they get close."

"I see."

"It has to be one of the rules."

rule?

Everyone hears it in a fog.

Although the bald man didn't understand, but seeing Xia Yu's serious words, he felt hopeful, so he couldn't help but speak again, and asked, "So you have a way to save my son?"

Xia Yu shook his head.

This is not enough.

Someone still needs to try and make mistakes to try out more information.

"You fool me?"

The bald man was instantly furious.

At this moment, his mentality exploded, completely dominated by emotions.

"You can cover his eyes and try."

Xia Yu didn't care about the bald man's attitude and words at all, she just didn't want to let go of this opportunity of trial and error.

As the saying goes, fantasy is born from the heart, if everyone sees this painting, they will really have different moods, then...

Why don't you go see it?

Try it and you will know.

"Who can help."

The bald man's emotions about to erupt suddenly 'stopped the car', and he begged again: "I beg you."

finally.

Cho Sang Hyuk figured out a way to take off his clothes and throw them to someone who was closer to the little boy so that he covered the little boy's head.

Everyone stared at the little boy, expecting the little boy to stop.

The little boy paused.

"Stop!"

Everyone's eyes widened, showing ecstasy.

The bald man shouted even more excitedly: "Son, Dad is here, come here quickly and stay away from that damn painting."

Only Xia Yu's expression was calm.

She feels that the rules cannot be tested so easily, and the chance of failure this time is very high.

as predicted.

"Boom."

The next moment, the little boy fell straight to the ground without moving.

Clothes cover the head.

Lying side by side with the little girl on the cold ground.

There was dead silence all around.

A sense of desperation spread.

"Do not."

The bald man collapsed on the spot, put his hands on his head, and let out an angry roar: "Ah!!!"

"It's you!"

"You killed my son."

"I'm going to kill you."

He looked at Xia Yu suddenly, completely losing his mind, like a lunatic.

"Shut up Laozi."

Xie Shaokun could see that Sister Yu was being bullied, so he swung the pig-killing knife in his hand twice, and shouted, "Do you know who I am?"

"I! Nai! Thank you! Young! Kun!"

"Noted! Arrested! Criminal! Yes! Also!"

(End of this chapter)