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Chapter 56 Formation
One woman, two children.

One of them should be the older sister, and the girl who draws the picture is the younger sister.

It's just that the drawing paper seems to have been scratched with a knife for some reason.

The original warm style of painting adds a bit of weirdness.

This is a comic strip, and the second one is obviously made by the same person as the first one.

I saw that in the second picture, the woman and sister were crossed out among the three small figures.

The youngest sister was locked in a house and stuffed under the bed.

The child's drawing skills are immature, although it is not very clear, but A Yao can more or less guess it.

"System, I have a bold idea." A Yao licked her lower lip, blinking her round almond eyes.

Brother Tong is indifferent: [Please take back your bold idea]

A Yao: "..."

"The person who drew the picture should be my younger sister. She was stuffed under the bed by her mother and witnessed a murder."

After finishing speaking, the little girl lowered her head and continued to observe the painting.

The name is written on the drawing paper.

——Sun Xiaoxiao.

Sun?
Just as A Yao was thinking, the surrounding wind suddenly rose!
One after another, crisp and childish laughter echoed in the corridor, and the white tiles on the wall printed ferocious and resentful smiling faces.

A bloody letter appeared on the wall.

——Don't look back, she's back.

she?
The little girl flicked her sleeves, the little red umbrella twirled in her hand, the silver bells on her ankles were crisp, and the smiling rabbit lying on the retro backpack slung around her waist seemed to be raised a little.

Qi Qian beside her has disappeared, and the scene in front of her has undergone earth-shaking changes.

On the dilapidated first floor, the blood-stained shoes were neatly placed at the door of the classroom. Outside the door, A Yao stood in the same place, and could vaguely hear the strange laughter of the children in the classroom.

She pushed open the door without thinking.

A strong smell of blood rushed to her face, and there were bloodstains winding under the girl's feet, surrounded by ferocious and crazy faces.

A Yao naturally ignored those ugliness, and carefully looked at the surrounding layout.

Those ghost faces are obviously not real ghosts, so the only possibility is the illusion created by Li Gui.

This kind of formation is more advanced than ordinary ghosts hitting the wall, and only the most powerful ones can set it up.

"Are you playing formations with me..."

The little girl's tone was soft and coquettish, she tilted her head slightly and smiled sweetly, and patted the retro backpack that was slung across her body. The yellow paper was neatly arranged and hung in the air.

The fingertips overlap like butterflies, and the steps are ethereal, but in a few seconds, where the girl goes, there are only afterimages, and the tip of the toes lightly outlines a mysterious formation, and the yellow paper burns and smokes.

A lotus-shaped imprint was suddenly struck from the palm of the hand, the black and white Tai Chi spun rapidly in the air, and the aurora suddenly exploded, and a sound similar to glass cracking was faintly heard in the ear.

"On formation, I am your ancestor."

As the soft and arrogant words of the little Lolita fell, the phantoms around seemed to shake for a few seconds, and the blood-red light revealed the curse mark wrapped in black mist from the gap in the middle of the Yin-Yang Tai Chi plate, and the streamer was about to escape from it——

A Yao smiled and tilted her head, and lightly clenched her right hand into the void with a "bang", the streamer burst in the palm of her hand, and the treacherous formation was shattered into powder.

Since she was a child, she was forcibly forced by the old men of the Ten Palaces of Hades to learn various formations and talismans. This kind of pediatric illusion formation, Ayao really doesn't pay attention.

"Who did it?!"

"who is it?!"

"Who is not afraid of death and dares to break my formation, isn't it you?"

The girl covered her heart, her pale face was undoubtedly pierced by thousands of arrows, and blood oozes from her hollow eye sockets, and a pair of blue and white hands tightly strangled Qi Qian's neck, faintly on the verge of losing control.

　A Yao: Are you sure I didn't take the male lead script?
　　Qi Qian: Auntie, help me!

　　The male protagonist smiled slightly: ... I am not worthy
　　
　
(End of this chapter)