Can you do some personnel work?

After hesitating for a while, Feng Wai finally picked out all the tiles with footprints on them, stacked them together and continued to search for the whereabouts of Qin Zheng and others.

Although I don't know who these footprints belong to, it's always right to hold them!

While Feng Wai was gaining something, on the other side, Miao Sankuang kept rubbing against the oil painting with the cat Yousan who didn't want to move.

"Can't everyone get in?"

"Ow!!"

Mao Yousan struggled reluctantly, if he continued to rub, his hair would be bald!

"It shouldn't be, I was able to enter before, but this time I was isolated to another space, there should be a weak point."

"Isn't it an oil painting?"

Miao Sankuang was thinking, and rubbed the other oil paintings with the cat Yousan again, but still none of them could fit Yousan into it!

Frowning, she seemed to have thought of something, tentatively pulled the oil painting——

"His!"

"..."

Seeing that the oil painting was simply torn apart without any other abnormalities, the corners of Miao Sankuang's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Was it torn apart so easily?No ghost popping out of nowhere? !

One person and one cat looked at the torn dark oil painting in confusion, and after thinking for a while, they silently took out a roll of tape.

"Meow~"

[This is not very good, is it? 】

"If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, no one will know."

"Meow~"

【But......】

"The big deal is to pass the responsibility on to other people. Anyway, one by one is more like a gangster than the other. Needless to say, they will be suspicious of them!"

Miao Sankuang said with certainty, after all, he is still Lin Anshen's assistant, so the suspicion is the least!

With the cooperation of one person and one cat, the torn oil painting was abruptly reposted.

"Wouldn't it be impossible to see it this way?"

Miao Sankuang looked at the oil painting in front of him, as long as he didn't stare at it, he didn't seem to be able to tell the difference!

Mao Yousan seemed to have understood what she meant, and stretched out his paw eagerly, not that he couldn't try it!

"I'm in charge of this side, you are in charge of that side, and report any situation!"

"Ow!"

After reaching a consensus, one person and one cat immediately started to split up.

The cat stared at the most uncomfortable painting for the first time, and after prying open the lock, the cat's paw was very skillful--

"His!"

The intact oil painting was instantly torn into countless pieces...

181. Xiaoxiaodi art processing!

"Three, tell me the truth, do you mean it?"

Looking at the fragments of oil paintings scattered all over the ground, Miao Sankuang's eyelids jumped wildly.

It's all broken into scum, and I can't tell what the hell the original painting is!

Regarding this, Maoyousan looked at Sankuang innocently, and put away his little paws obediently.

It's what you said about pulling oil paintings to see if there are any weak points, but you didn't say how much you're pulling!

What bad thoughts can a kitten have!

"You tear it up, and you are responsible for putting it back together."

There are three cats: "???"

Is this what people can say? !I don't even have enough brain capacity, hey!

Mao Yousan suddenly collapsed into a kitten's face, but because of Miao San's fierce and fierce gaze, he could only hang his head and pick up the pieces on the ground.

I have torn up so many oil paintings, although several paintings are not mixed together, but I don't remember the original appearance at all!

It seems that there is a painter, right?

Xiaonaoguazi tried hard to think about the original appearance of the oil painting, and after finally getting some ideas, it couldn't wait to paste it again.

Seeing that the little guy finally got serious, Miao Sankuang let out a cold snort and cleaned up the mess.

It's just that no matter how good her memory is, the fragmentation of the oil painting like this makes her feel a little numb, so she can only carefully paste the fragments with similar edges.

And while One Man One Cat was busy, Qin Zheng and Su Zitu finally joined the "seriously injured" Zhang Fa.

Facing Zhang Fa's gaze full of resentment and his bloody nose, Su Zitu turned his head unnaturally.

"Miss Su Zitu, don't you want to say something?"

"It was an accident."

"I still have little flowers on my face!"

"This is the soldier's medal!"

"..."

Don't you feel guilty when you say this?

Zhang Fa grinned with some toothache. Sure enough, this guy and Qin Zheng are concubines. In terms of life, one can lower the limit than the other!

"Okay, don't talk about this for now, look over there, there is something wrong with the oil painting."

Qin Zheng greeted them, and the two of them looked in the direction he pointed, and they could see several well-preserved oil paintings turned into countless fragments and scattered on the ground.

The appearance of being torn into pieces, as if it had suffered some terrible attack, made people feel a chill in their hearts.

"What did the bandage ghost do?"

"No, it should be similar to a security guard, and it is impossible to destroy the oil painting."

"..."

At this time, it is not good to say that these oil paintings were torn up by Mao Yousan?

Glancing at the instigator shown in the reminder, the corners of Qin Zheng's mouth twitched involuntarily. Is this fat cat bewitched or something?

"We can't touch these oil paintings."

Zhang Fa touched the fragments and muttered, they were scattered all over the place, but he couldn't even touch a single piece, so he passed it directly.

But under Su Zitu's vigilant eyes, the space in front of him was filled with waves like the surface of water.

The originally normal vision was distorted for a moment, and when it returned to normal again, a pile of furry things suddenly appeared at the corner.

"There are three?"

Su Zitu shouted with some uncertainty.

Mao Yousan, who was thinking hard about the original state of the oil painting, suddenly trembled in fright, and then turned around after gathering up the fragments on the ground a little nervously.

Seeing that it was Qin Zheng and the others, Mao Yousan breathed a sigh of relief, and then waved desperately at Qin Zheng——

"Meow!! Aww!"

[Come here and help, there is a big problem here! 】

"What does it mean?"

"Let us help put together the oil painting, otherwise we will not be able to explain it when we return to the original exhibition hall."

Qin Zheng responded somewhat perfunctorily, but when he leaned close to Mao Yousan to take a closer look, his eyelids twitched.

Half of the indescribably put together oil painting was quietly placed on the ground. Although it could be felt that this guy seemed to be trying to piece together a human figure, what was finally pieced together was a fuzzy and distorted object.

The entire surface of the oil painting has become blurred and mixed, and there are faint black shadows standing in the distance, as if watching this strange thing...

"This painting of yours must not be seen by San Kuang!"

"Meow!"

The cat nodded three times, and he didn't know what the hell he spelled out, but it should be similar to the original one!

"When you tear these up, can't you go through the oil painting again?"

"Ow!"

"Grass, how can you put it back together after it's broken like this!"

And when one person and one cat were communicating, Zhang Fa and Su Zitu couldn't help but cursed.

This is no longer a task that humans can accomplish!

"Just deal with it casually, and don't admit it even if you kill me when the time comes!"

Qin Zheng said, not daring to be vague, and quickly helped to put together the remaining half of Mao Yousan's oil painting.

Now that the ghosts are in the attack cooldown, fight as much as you can!

After all, no one knows if there will be any abnormalities in the damaged oil paintings after returning to the original exhibition hall, so let's try to make up for it.

"Meow~meow~~"

【Your spelling is obviously worse than mine, you can't even tell your arms and legs apart! 】

"How dare you say it, look at what the hell you are fighting, can this be called a person?!"

One person and one cat kept loathing each other, but the movements of his subordinates were not slow at all. In less than a minute, an oil painting was put back into the only normal square shape.

"You actually figured it out?"

Zhang Fa also caught a glimpse of a corner of the oil painting, and approached it unexpectedly.

But when he saw the content of the oil painting clearly, his pupils trembled wildly.

what is this? !

"If Lin Anshen saw this, wouldn't it drive him crazy?"

"It's hard to say, if a few paintings are suddenly missing in the exhibition hall, will they be discovered?"

"It's better for the two of you not to appear in front of Lin Anshen again, the ghosts he draws are more human-like than yours..."

Zhang Fa took a deep breath, this indescribable oil painting will definitely make him have nightmares at night, even reading the book can't heal him!

"There are three, how is your fight going?"

And at this moment, Miao Sankuang's voice came from a distance.

Miao Sankuang, who had barely put together a very artistic oil painting elsewhere, slowly walked over, but when he approached, he covered the oil painting with both hands, as if he was worried about revealing something.

Yousan almost immediately pushed the oil painting in front of Qin Zheng, pretending to have nothing to do with him.

"Huh?! Qin Zheng, when did you guys show up?"

Seeing the presence of Qin Zheng and others, Miao Sankuang obviously became more nervous, and his approaching steps stopped abruptly...

182. There is always one to be sacrificed

"Why don't you come here?"

"I'm worried that you are disguised by ghosts, and you are kidnapped by the way!"

Miao Sankuang was talking nonsense solemnly, and his hands were protecting the oil painting he had put together.

"The tokens are all there, and these ghosts can't find Mao Yousan. You didn't do something strange secretly, did you?"

Qin Zheng also noticed the abnormality of the other party, and stared straight at the oil painting.

This guy wouldn't have put together a masterpiece similar to Miao Sankuang, right?

Facing Qin Zheng's strange gaze, Miao Sankuang lowered his eyes and chose to avoid it, but when his eyes touched the indescribable oil painting on the ground, his eyelids twitched violently——