A Crowd of Evil Spirit Lines up to Confess to Me

Only the red-haired follower took a deep breath and stepped forward with a trembling body, "Let, let me come."

"No need." Gu Wuji was a little surprised, then patted the servant on the shoulder, "It's okay, I'll just come. You've all been possessed by ghosts once before, and you don't know what will happen again, but I I've never been possessed before, so it shouldn't be a problem now."

In fact, others thought so too, but when Gu Wuji said it himself, they felt more and more shameless.

Rong Qingman gritted his teeth, coldly swept over the people around him, and finally could only say: "That's it." Then he looked at the others, "If something happens to him, you people. Don't even think about it!"

Gu Wuji had already picked up the paintbrush from his arms and stood by the wall looking ready.

The ghost's face seemed to show joy, but after a short while, almost no one else could react, and he had already got into the pen held in Gu Wuji's hand.

In the next moment, the pen in Gu Wuji's hand moved by himself, and quickly drew a door on the wall. The door was almost real, and no one could see any traces of the drawing.

After the door was painted, everyone was stunned to find that there was a black mist coming from behind them, "Damn it! Let's go in quickly."

Gu Wuji nodded and pushed the door open. What appeared in front of everyone was a hall filled with various statues and portraits hanging on the walls. It is more like an art exhibition than a private residence.

Just considering that the owner himself is a painter, it is normal to decorate it like this.

Everyone entered, Rong Qingman walked in and checked around, then nodded to Gu Wuji, "No problem, this is indeed the real third floor."

At this time, the black fog was already close behind him, and Gu Wuji stepped forward and walked in.

At the moment when the door behind Gu Wuji closed, the room suddenly lit up, but red light was emitted around it, and the artwork suddenly became extremely strange under the light, making other players take a deep breath.

However, the ghost in the pen in Gu Wuji's hand suddenly appeared. At this time, its image has become extremely distorted, and its face has a hideous color, which is completely different from the harmless image of humans and animals before.

"You...Damn, there really is a problem!" Rong Qingman's face changed, and he gritted his teeth, "Lost that pen!"

Gu Wuji didn't move, because he knew it was impossible for him to throw away the pen. But he still looked at the ghost calmly, "You finally showed your true colors."

"Oh? You've already seen it?" The ghost seemed to be certain that he would be able to successfully possess himself immediately, as if he was not in a hurry, and even flirted with Gu Wuji.

The other people's expressions changed, and Rong Qingman wanted to come forward to help, but the surrounding statues and paintings began to change, making them unable to come here at all.

"After all, no matter how you think about it, you are very strange, whether it's suddenly recalling the previous memory, or keeping calm when other ghosts are frantic." Gu Wuji said: "If I didn't guess. If it's wrong, you're the ghost of the owner..."

After all, the news I heard before was that there were eight painters who died tragically, and whether it was the number of meals or the number corresponding to the players, there was no problem at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, you can feel it. Wrong place.

Logically speaking, the owner of this house should be here all the time, and will eat and live with other people in the studio. Could it be that the owner of the house will go out to eat by himself when other people are eating?

Gu Wuji had already begun to suspect before. Among the dead, one of them was probably the mysterious owner of this house.

"That's right." The ghost looked at Gu Wuji with a satisfied expression, "Early when you came in, I realized that my most perfect painting can finally be completed!"

Gu Wuji was silent for a moment. Was it really aimed at him from the beginning?

"Even if you sacrifice yourself, you have to open the door to let others in. I really admire you. You are indeed the most perfect model in my opinion." The ghost's words were already a bit fanatical, "As long as I If you can integrate your soul into that painting, even that person's painting can't compare to mine!"

When he heard that person, Gu Wuji immediately understood who he was talking about. It seemed that this copy was indeed related to Jin Yu.

"The trouble is, I didn't expect you to bring other painting tools from outside, so that I couldn't be possessed at that time..." The ghost said with dissatisfaction, "But it doesn't matter even if it's a little late, everything will end. It's the same after all, now your soul is mine—"

The ghost's face suddenly changed, it seemed to realize something, and looked at Gu Wuji in amazement, "How is that possible?! Why can't I feel the connection with your soul?"

Gu Wuji said: "After all, you were too impatient before, and you haven't confirmed at all, what exactly is the paintbrush I'm holding in my hand."

What Gu Wuji took out before was not the pencil possessed by the ghost at all, but the broken paintbrush given by the system when he was outside.

In the past, he had been thinking about the use of the pen given by the system. But later, I found out that the broken brush was very similar to other painting tools in this studio, and it came from the same place.

Even... the broken paintbrush is most likely owned by the ghost of the homeowner before.

It is precisely because of this that Gu Wuji moved his hands and feet when he took out the pen.

. And because the other party was too urgent, he didn't confirm it at all. He just felt the familiar aura and hurriedly attached himself to it.

The ghost's face became extremely ugly, and there was already killing intent in his eyes. After all, there is not much time left for him now. That person has already discovered the existence of this place. If it is delayed...

"You still have this trick, I underestimate you." The ghost sneered, "But even if the contract between souls is not reached, of course I can do it by my own strength. This is my territory after all, you don't care. It's because his strength is a bit stronger than the average person, but if you want to resist me, it's still wishful thinking!"

Then, the ghost suddenly rushed towards Gu Wuji's body.

Chapter 107 Eighth Dungeon

But Gu Wuji maintained a calm expression on his face, "Calculate the time, it should be almost the same."

"What did you say?" The ghost looked at him with some surprise, and then sneered, "This house is completely under my control. It's impossible for you to lie to me."

"Of course I didn't lie to you." Gu Wuji looked at each other, "but didn't you feel it? The flames ignited on the first floor. If this continues, your most perfect painting will be in the flames. It's burnt out."

The ghost didn't take it seriously at first, but then he felt something, but his face changed suddenly, "What the hell did you all do?!"

"It's nothing." Rong Qingman's mocking voice sounded: "It's just a move."

In the morning, Gu Wuji took advantage of the time he and Rong Qingman went for a walk, and the two moved their hands and feet at the entrance on the first floor.

At that time, Gu Wuji was already suspicious of the ghost, so everything was done for Rong Qingman to prevent the ghost from noticing what they were doing.

As a player who is about to upgrade to a high-level dungeon, the small problem of controlling when the fire starts and the fire is not difficult for him, not to mention Gu Wuji has already prepared matches.

As for whether the flame can continue to burn, this is absolutely no problem. After all, this is the world in the painting. Gu Wuji guessed that if he continued to let it go like this, it was estimated that the entire painting would be burned down like the abandoned hospital.

"You!!" The ghost looked at Gu Wuji with fierce killing intent, "I killed you here, and it's the same when I go back..."

"Really?" Gu Wuji looked at him, "I think time is running out. If it's a little later, the painting may not be complete. This is still the perfect painting in your heart, or you think you can beat Jin Yu. something?"

Originally, the ghost was still reluctant to maintain a calm state, but when it heard Gu Wuji mention Jin Yu, it seemed to be provoked, and it was difficult to maintain the human form. It swept Gu Wuji several times angrily, The body still penetrated the black mist behind, apparently going to the first floor.

Gu Wuji breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this painting is extremely important to this ghost. Unfortunately, he was afraid that taking the painting directly would cause the ghost to kill people in advance, otherwise it would be good to threaten the ghost now.

Then he turned his head and looked over, and everyone was still entangled by the statue. These statues are very strange, they won't move when others are looking at them, but as long as someone's eyes are not focused on it, they will be closer to the people around them.