This person who came out of the sculpture road was not any ghost slayer Chen Lu knew... According to the clothes of this "guest", he was exactly the same as the "sculptor".
Chen Lu looked at the sculptor who was walking towards him, and his heart surged.
Right now the cartoonist can't get out of the comic book road, that's because Chen Lu directly typed him into a line draft and let him escape.
It is the sculptor who walks out now, not the ghost slayer... Does it mean that there is a ghost stalker who is trapped in this road.
Even dead
Chen Lu's ghostly aura surged secretly, he stared at the sculptor, ready to attack at all times.
But as soon as Chen Lu's movements rose, a burst of malice rushed towards Chen Lu.
The malice doesn't come from the sculptor... but from the house.
What does it mean
Chen Lu had a keen sense of the strangeness. If it was really the four ghosts that were the problem, why did he feel the malice from the house
Is it the problem of the four ghosts, or is there a problem with the house itself
"**born... ... "
Wang Dong said softly from the side:
"Please don't be impatient, the arrival time of every guest is beyond our control, so I hope you can control your emotions."
"Otherwise, you will be cleared as a guest."
Wang Dong's voice was still meticulous, but in Chen Lu's ears, it was a threat from the gangster. After being cleared of the identity of the guest, Chen Lu knew that the gangster was not good.
It's just... This made Chen Lu start to wonder.
Based on these four ghosts alone, one of them was killed by Chen Lu. The abilities of the other three ghosts are so terrifying, how dare you say such a thing directly
Or are these four ghosts not the organizers of this exhibition
Chen Lu just thought of a place, and was disturbed by the sudden voice again.
I saw a figure walking out of the oil painting road...
This figure was slender, his face was backlit, but... still not someone Chen Lu knew.
He was holding a paint basin in his hand, with seven piles of standard piles of colors on it, almost completely unused.
And his right hand is holding a paintbrush, other than that, there is nothing special about it.
The oil painter stepped out of the road of oil painting, put the things in his hands on the chair parallel to each other, then raised his legs, lowered his head, and closed his eyes for a short sleep.
Chen Lu's expression became more and more embarrassing, which meant that at least two ghost controllers had already fallen.
So who are they
Fortunately, according to this logic, even if the three roads are ghost victories, four ghost slayers can still be left behind.
I'm looking at the last path right now...
Chen Lu looked at the direction of the print, feeling a little worried.
And Chen Lu waited for too long, and then saw that someone who had come out of the printmaking road.
This time, the person who walked out was a tall and tall figure.
His two fists were bandaged, and he had some difficulty walking, but he was firm in every step.
And on his shoulders, there was also a person on his shoulders, and this person was spread out on the people's shoulders, as if he hadn't moved.
Chen Lu knew this person, so when he saw his appearance, he smiled knowingly.
"Dabao, you're here."
Chen Lu shouted softly, causing the person in front of him to raise his head.
"Hi, Chen Lu."
Dabao smiled confidently, revealing his white teeth.
His body was full of razor wounds, some of which were so deep that bones could be seen, but it was such a miserable figure that got him those optimistic, silly eyes.
The one on Dabao's shoulder is also a ghost slayer, a girl with a simple look, not red makeup, so it should be the "invisible" Wang Wenwen.
"Mister and Miss, please wait here for a moment, waiting for the next guests to arrive."
Anyone else
Now that these four directions have come out to surpass people, who else is there
Dabao didn't know what happened. When he saw Chen Lu sitting on the table, he sat down on the chair first without any scruples, and then settled Wang Wenwen. Wang Wenwen leaned back on the chair. She is awake now, but It doesn't look like a coma, more like a deep sleep.
This should be her self-protection mechanism, and one of her ghosts should be related to the dream.
Wang Dong whispered to Dabao all the precautions for the banquet. At the end of the banquet, Wang Dong suddenly froze and looked in the direction of the oil painting door.
Is there anyone else out of the oil painting gate
Chen Lu Mingming looked at the oil painting road, and indeed, a figure appeared on that road.
"Mr. Li, please hurry up, the banquet is about to start."
"Tap Tat Tat."
The sound of footsteps came from the oil painting road. A man leaned on the wall and walked out of the dim oil painting step by step. The man's face was a little pale, and a thick needle was stuck in his back.
He is Li Dagang, the ghost slayer codenamed "Veterinarian". Now, through some means, he has escaped the attack of the oil painter, and unexpectedly walked out of the road of oil painting.
The oil painter originally leaned on the backrest, but after Li Dagang appeared, his body stiffened unavoidably.
Even it didn't expect that the oil painter escaped.
However, he was only slightly stiff for a while, and then he returned to normal and continued to rest.
Perhaps in his opinion, it was just the result of one more kill.
Li Dagang's face was pale, but seeing Chen Lu and Dabao were there, he felt a lot more at ease. He watched the two ghosts on the table vigilantly, made a big circle, and then sat beside Chen Lu.
It wasn't until Li Dagang approached that Chen Lu could clearly see the dense pinholes on his body. It was obvious that ghosts were often used inside.
Although Li Dagang is usually ignorant, he has some strength after all... He was able to come back from the dead, which impressed Chen Lugao a lot.
It's just that Li Dagang ignored any expression of joy, but his face was solemn, obviously the memory in the passage was very sad.
"Everyone... I have bad news for you."
"The devil boy Lei Tian... died in the line of duty."
"What?!"
Although Dabao was a little far away, he still heard Li Dagang's words clearly, and his eyes showed disbelief and grief.
"How is it possible? Are you really sure? Although his ability is not very strong, self-protection is still a problem. Goddamn he also forcibly immunizes himself from harm by wasting his lifespan. Is he really dead?"
"... "
Listening to Dabao's questioning, Li Dagang was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.
"F*ck wrong, he's really dead...even the resuscitation is imprisoned."
"I saw with my own eyes that he was sucked into an oil painting full of torture instruments. He turned into a man on the cross. After suffering all kinds of torture, he finally recovered."
"He turned into a child in the painting... and lost his mind, but even the three ghosts, who were revived, couldn't escape the painting's confinement."
"I'm a veterinarian... and judgment never goes wrong."