Grudge

　　 The one who came out of the sculpture road was not any ghost guard that Chen Lu knew...but according to the dress of this "guest", he looked exactly like the "sculptor".

　　 Chen Lu looked at the oncoming sculptor, his heart surged.

　　 At the moment, the cartoonist can't get out of the road of comics. That's because Chen Lu directly typed him into a line draft and let him escape.

　　 It is a sculptor who walks out right now, not a ghost defender... Does it mean that a ghost defender is trapped in this road?

　　 has even died?

　　 Chen Lu's ghost spirit was secretly surging, he stared at the sculptor, always ready to attack.

　　 But as soon as Chen Lu's movements started, a wave of malice flooded Chen Lu.

　　 This malice didn't come from the sculptor...but from this house.

What does it mean?

　　 Chen Lu keenly felt the weirdness of the incident. If the four ghosts really had a problem, then why did they feel malice from the house?

　　 Is it a problem with the four ghosts, or is there a problem with the house itself?

　　 "Mr. Chen..."

　　Wang Dong said softly from the side:

　　 "Please stay calm, every guest's arrival time cannot be controlled, so I hope you can control your emotions."

　　 "Otherwise, you will be cleared of the identity of the guest."

　　Wang Dong's voice is still meticulous, but in Chen Lu's ears, it is a naked threat. After being cleared of the guest's identity, Chen Lu doesn't need to think about it.

　　 It's just...this actually made Chen Lu wonder.

　　 With these four ghosts alone, one was knocked out by Chen Lu. The abilities of the other three ghosts are so terrible, dare you say something like this directly?

　　 Still, the organizer of this exhibition is not the four ghosts?

　　 Chen Lu just thought about a place, and was interrupted by a sudden sound.

　　 I saw a figure walking out of the oil painting road...

　　 This figure is slender, his face is backlit, but...still not someone Chen Lu knows.

　　 He holds a paint basin in his hand, on which there are seven standard piles of colors, so he has never used it.

　　 And he is holding a paintbrush in his right hand, other than that, there is nothing special.

　　The oil painter walked out of the oil painting road, put the things in his hands parallel on the chair, then raised Erlang's legs, lowered his head, and closed his eyes for a little sleep.

　　 Chen Lu's face became more and more embarrassed, which means that at least two ghost guards have fallen.

　　 Then who are they?

　　 Fortunately, according to this logic, even if these three roads are all ghost victory, there can still be four ghost masters.

　　 I will see the last road now...

　　 Chen Lu looked at the direction of the print, with some worry in his heart.

　　 And Chen Lu didn't wait too long before he saw people who had come out on the road of printmaking.

　　 This time, the person who walked out was a big figure.

　　 His two fists are bandaged and he walks a bit hard, but he is firm in every step.

　　 And on his shoulders, he also carried a person. This person was spread on the shoulders, as if there was no movement.

　　 Chen Lu knew this man, so when he saw his appearance, he smiled knowingly.

　　 "Dabao, you are here."

　　 Chen Lu yelled softly, causing the person in front of him to raise his head.

　　 "Hi, Chen Lu."

　　 Dabao smiled confidently, showing his white teeth.

　　 His body was covered with wounds cut by blades, and some deep wounds could see bones, but it was such a miserable figure, in exchange for those optimistic, silly eyes.

　　 Dabao is also a ghost defender. She is a girl who looks simple and does not have red makeup. It should be the "invisible" Wang Wenwen.

　　 "This gentleman and lady, please wait here for a while and wait for the next guests to arrive."

　　 Anyone else?

　　 Now that these four directions have come out, who else is there?

Dabao didn't know what was going on. When he saw Chen Lu sitting on the table, he didn't hesitate to sit on the chair first, and then set Wang Wenwen flat. Wang Wenwen leaned on the chair. She is not awake now, but it seems Not like a coma, more like a deep sleep.

　　 This should be her self-protection mechanism, and one of her ghosts should be related to dreams.

　　Wang Dong talked to Dabao about all the precautions of the banquet in a low voice. At the end of the banquet, Wang Dong suddenly stiffened and looked in the direction of the painting door.

　　Is anyone coming out of the painting door?

　　 Chen Lu Mingming looked at the road of oil painting, and indeed, a figure appeared in that road.

　　 "Mr. Li, please hurry up, the party is about to begin."

　　 "Tread Tread."

　　 The sound of footsteps came from the oil painting road. A man supported the wall and walked out of the dim oil painting step by step. This man's face was a little pale, and there was a thick needle stuck in his back.

　　 He is Li Dagang, a ghost defender, code-named "veterinarian". Now he has escaped the attack of oil painters through some means, and he has stepped out of the road of oil painting.

　　 The oil painter originally leaned on the backrest, but after Li Dagang appeared, his body became unavoidably stiff.

　　 Unexpectedly, the oil painter escaped.

　　 But he just stiffened for a while, then returned to normal and continued to rest.

　　 may seem to him, it was just the result of one more kill.

　　 Li Dagang's face was pale, but when he saw Chen Lu and Dabao and the others, he felt relieved. He watched the two ghosts on the table warily, went around in a big circle, and then sat next to Chen Lu.

　　 It wasn't until Li Dagang approached that Chen Lu could see the dense pinholes on his body, and he obviously used ghosts in them.

Although Li Dagang is usually reticent, he has some strength after all... he can come back from the dead, which made Chen Lugao watch a lot~www.wuxiahere.com~ but Li Dagang did not have any happy expressions. On the contrary, his face was solemn, and his memory in the passage was obviously very sad.

　　 "Everyone... tell you bad news."

　　 "The magic boy Lei Tian... is dead."

"what?!"

　　 Although Dabao was a little far away, he still heard Li Dagang's words clearly, and his eyes revealed incredible and sadness.

　　 "How is it possible? Are you really sure? Although his ability is not very strong, there is still no problem with self-protection. At the critical moment, he also used his life to forcibly avoid injury. Is he really dead?"

　　 "......"

　　 Listening to Dabao's questioning, Li Dagang was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

　　 "That's right, he really died...he was imprisoned for recovery."

　　 "I saw him being sucked into an oil painting full of torture instruments. He became a man on a cross. After suffering all kinds of torture, he finally recovered."

　　 "He became a child in the painting... Lost his mind, but even the resurrection of the three ghosts, there is no way to escape the constraints of the painting."

　　 "I am a veterinarian...you can't make a mistake in your judgment."

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