A sharp scream erupted from Li Yao’s mouth, carrying a tremor and revealing a strong sense of panic, sounding somewhat hysterical.
In the dark world with only vague shapes of a skyscraper and window outlines; the tone was oppressive and dark. In the center of the painting was a large road with a female figure whose features were blurry.
This woman’s clothing style did not belong to this era, reminiscent of a European style with a hint of the Chinese Republic era.
The character’s portrait in the painting was unclear, which seemed to be the style of this type of oil painting, but the only abnormality was that the woman’s hands in the painting were exceptionally clear, as if they were popping out of the painting like a 3D image, almost as though there really were hands growing from the painting itself.
Besides, in an inconspicuous corner of the painting,
There was a modern-style haircut head eerily appearing there, discordant with the painting as if it were an extra piece.
However, no one was paying attention to these details at that moment.
Because no matter how you looked at it, it did not resemble a realistic dummy, nor was it any kind of performance art.
What kind of performance doesn’t have a head?
But what they feared was merely the corpse itself, still unable to imagine the immense horror that its appearance signified.
At that moment, Li Yao had already fled.
Her face was pale, shouting Yang Jian’s name while running frantically towards the building Yang Jian had entered earlier. Though her high heels slowed her down and she even twisted her ankle a few times, at this point, she could no longer care about that.
If you’re targeted by a ghost, it won’t just be a twisted ankle at stake, but your very life.
In front of a real ghost, an ordinary person’s chances of survival are even slimmer than that of an insect.
Li Yao, gasping for air, didn’t even take the elevator but ran up the stairs, still calling out for Yang Jian, hoping for a response.
But in the empty stairwell, only her voice echoed, as if Yang Jian was not there.
Li Yao didn’t think much about it; she only knew that finding Yang Jian was the only way to be safe. Without the protection of a ghost controller, her life was in jeopardy.
The strength that burst out in her panic was quickly exhausted.
Said with a slight frown.
This abnormality was rare for him, but it also indicated from the side that this thing posed a significant threat to him.
"Yang Jian, what should we do now? Let’s get out of here, I don’t want to die in this place,” Li Yao, who hadn’t been attacked yet, was already scared out of her wits, nervously clutching Yang Jian’s arm.
Yang Jian slowly turned his head, “What are you afraid of? If those onlookers haven’t died, you definitely won’t be in trouble either. If that thing really wanted to kill people, it would have started by now. The fact that only one person has died must mean the others didn’t fit its pattern for killing.”
"What did you see downstairs just now? Are you sure it was a ghost painting?”
He was too far away, and though the reaction of his Ghost Eye had given him the answer, he still needed to confirm it for himself.
Li Yao seemed to have calmed down a lot now, she swallowed and took a breath, “I’m not sure, I just saw a painting, an oil painting. The painting was propped on the head of a corpse, but the head of the corpse itself was gone… it was as if the oil painting had eaten it.”
"An oil painting that kills?” Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly, “Then it’s definitely a ghost painting.”
He had read the files on ghost paintings. At the onset of the ghost painting incidents, many people disappeared mysteriously, occasionally leaving behind mutilated corpses. Besides, there was one commonality at the scenes: there was always an oil painting present.
"What was painted on the oil painting?” he asked further.
Li Yao hesitated, “I ran away because I was scared, I didn’t, didn’t see it.”
"Is that so Yang Jian mused.
"I won’t be in trouble, right? Could the ghost painting have set its sights on me?” Li Yao asked cautiously.
Yang Jian said, “I’m not sure. The killing pattern of the ghost painting is not yet determined, or maybe it has been, but the intelligence headquarters hasn’t shared it if it has. They would have no need to hide it from me. Don’t be so nervous for now; the chances of the ghost painting targeting you are slim.” Fınd the newest release on novel_fіre.net
He had encountered ghost paintings once before in Dachang City, and he had been fine then. If there had been a problem, he would’ve died long ago.
Hearing Yang Jian say this, Li Yao breathed a sigh of relief once again.
"It seems the hidden dangers from the operation the day before yesterday have emerged. Now, this really is a headache. The ghost painting could have appeared anywhere else, but it had to show up in the city. If this isn’t handled properly, it could turn into another Hungry Ghost incident.”
"Let’s go down and take a look; some people should be on their way.”
Yang Jian had already seen several coordinates approaching quickly on his satellite-positioning smartphone.
Clearly, the headquarters had received the news and would arrive soon to handle the situation.
When he took the elevator down, several special vehicles had already stopped inside the residential complex.
The onlooking residents had been taken away, and the isolation process was beginning nearby.
Those who had arrived included Chen Yi, Jang Shangbai, and Zhang Lei, who had been temporarily pulled from Ping’an Hotel, forming a makeshift team of three Ghost Controllers.
"Pack up the painting and take it away, and deal with the scene,” Chen Yi instructed the accompanying personnel to start working.
At this moment, Yang Jian was lost in thought, “More than one ghost painting? So, does this mean that the oil painting that suddenly appeared does not belong to the actual paranormal source, and that the truly terrifying ghost painting is still hidden somewhere unknown?”
"This is going to cause quite a few people to lose sleep.”
Even though the ghost painting incident had not erupted yet, this harbinger was already enough to instill fear.