Saint?Just a bad woman

"No, normal attacks have no effect. You must find this ghost's pattern of action as soon as possible. The longer you stay, the more dangerous your situation will be."

Ye Shiyu took back the scissors and found that Santa Karina had left the atrium and headed towards the stairwell on the third floor.

"Tat-tat--"

"Tat-tat--"

The sound of leather shoes hitting tiles echoed in the dead corridor.The footsteps had an odd frequency, although they were spaced at similar intervals.At the end of the stairs leading to the library on the third floor, stood a middle-aged man in a security uniform.

His hair was gray, his face was thin and haggard, and his eyes were staring blankly ahead. He saw someone going upstairs and shining the flashlight beam towards the source of the sound.

Xiao Yang recognized the man as Zhao Xingguo, the security guard on duty tonight, and everyone usually called him Lao Zhao.He didn't appear on the first floor just now. Everyone thought he was being persecuted by ghosts like everyone else.

"Old Zhao, come here quickly, there is a ghost in our library. Now everyone listens to Xiao Sheng, she has a way to deal with the ghost."

The girl waved to the security guard, happy to have an extra companion.

Old Zhao forced a smile at her, his sinister expression making people's hearts tremble.

"I just met a few people who ran to the fourth floor in a panic, saying that ghosts were chasing them. Do you think... do you want to go up and take a look?"

The dark corridor is like the throat of a ferocious beast, and there is unknown terror hidden in the darkness.No one dared to express their opinion. For a moment, they were silent, and all they could hear was rapid breathing.

The cold air shuttled between the corridors, not at all like the temperature that a library with a power outage should have.It's not autumn yet, so the nights should be sweltering.

The library is closed on all sides, and the exhaust system is not powerful. The stuffy feeling is usually even worse outdoors.

What's wrong?Where does the sense of dissonance come from?

Santa Karina struggled to remember the missing detail and finally picked it up in the corner.The clues are so inconspicuous that you can't even notice them if you don't think about them carefully.

The last few times someone went missing in the library, she paid special attention to the list of people on duty and found that the security guard on duty at night was all Lao Zhao.

Is it a coincidence?

After smelling carefully, there was a faint smell of corruption coming from Old Zhao's body, and dark purple-red marks appeared on his hands.

Anyone who has read some suspense novels and TV dramas should know that blood circulation stops after death, and the blood in the cardiovascular system lacks power. Therefore, it falls along the vascular network and accumulates in the lower parts of the body, resulting in empty high blood vessels and low capillaries and The small veins are congested and appear purple or dark purple through the skin.

The more patches on the body, the longer the person has been dead.

A few days ago, Lao Zhao's wife called the library and said that he had not been home for two days and two nights.I went to the police station to report him missing, and the police registered him and helped me look for him, but I couldn't find him. Even after checking the road surveillance, I couldn't find him.

Everyone knew that Old Zhao was a greedy gambler, so they guessed where he had been fooling around and hadn't returned home. He comforted his wife not to worry, maybe he would go home on his own in two days.

Last night, Santa Karina also received a WeChat message from Zhao’s wife. She said that her husband had not come home yet.

From beginning to end, the missing security guard never left the library.A dead person will not move unless possessed by something.Once possessed by a ghost, the original soul will definitely dissipate.

"Be careful, there is something wrong with Lao Zhao! He is dead and is now possessed by a ghost. Be careful not to let him touch your body."

Santa Karina grabbed Xiao Yang, who was closest to Lao Zhao, and ran away.The others were stunned for a second and immediately followed, leaving Ye Shiyu behind.For a moment, the sound of footsteps broke the silence.

There was a sound of fighting in the corridor. The ghost possessing Lao Zhao knew that he was no match for Ye Shiyu, so he immediately decided to abandon the host body and leave to find a brand new body.

The corrupted body could no longer provide her with nutrients, and the life force that should be absorbed was also drained away.The female ghost turned into a black mist and rushed out of Old Zhao's head. The out-of-control body fell forward, the back of the head was bloody and bloody, and the dried brains and blood were stuck to the hair, which was particularly disgusting.

"Tsk, he ran away."

Ye Shiyu was not in a hurry to chase the escaped female ghost. She could not be too far away from Santa Karina.The farther away the ghost is from the ghost controller, the weaker the power it can exert, which is not conducive to dealing with this oil painting ghost.

The two are equally powerful, and the oil painting ghost is also a red-clothed fierce ghost.The levels of ghosts can be roughly divided into eight levels: wandering ghosts, resentful ghosts, fierce ghosts, red ghosts, ghost generals, ghost kings, fierce gods and unsolvable ghosts. Starting from the red ghost level, ghosts of each level can create 【Ghost Domain】.

The ghost realm is equivalent to a hunting ground where ghosts hunt humans. If people trapped in the ghost realm cannot find a way to restrain the ghosts, they will be trapped there until death or be killed by the ghosts.To eat ghosts of the same level, Ye Shiyu must find the weakness of the oil painting ghost together with Santa Karina.

She glanced at the dead body on the ground and followed the breath to catch up.

……

On the other side, Santa Carolina and three companions came to the third floor.

The surrounding scene began to change, sticky liquid seeped out from the gaps between the tiles on the floor, and the salty smell of blood filled every corner of the library.The books on the bookshelf were no exception. The pages seemed to have been scratched on the delicate skin, with blood gushing out.

The light beige walls collapsed downward like ice cream melted by heat.

The decorative plaster statue walked across the sea of ​​blood. The peeling plaster on the cheek revealed a piece of rotten and stinking flesh, with white maggots crawling inside.The plaster statue grinned, its white fangs like sharp saw teeth.The people who had been following the man with glasses were also on the third floor, and they also encountered these strange phenomena.

One of them was very fat and ran very slowly.Books were scattered everywhere, and the cell phone was out of battery, so I could only rely on a weak moonlight for illumination.

His companions were walking very fast. In order to catch up as soon as possible, he accidentally tripped over a dictionary. His fat body fell heavily to the ground, stained red by the blood on the ground.

"Ouch……"

The waist and legs seemed to be twisted.

"Can anyone help me...I can't get up."

The man with glasses only looked back and did not slow down his escape from the sea of ​​blood.

"Whoever wants to die can go and I won't stop him. Why should he worry about others when he can't protect himself? That fat man looks poor and won't pay us to thank you."

"You're right, it depends on his fortune."

"We all listen to you."

Several people left their companions behind and left without looking back.

As a result, Santa Karina and her group witnessed the plaster statue being affected by the power of the red ghost, and a large group of plaster statues tearing the fat man into pieces.

Because the scene was too brutal, she dared not look directly at it.

"Help--"

"what……"

The fat man only had time to let out a few screams. The screams were cut off by the sound of blood flowing and the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart. A round head flew into the air, and after landing on the ground, it rolled to the feet of Santa Karina.

She endured the nausea and walked around, staring at the red line on her wrist.The direction pointed by the red line was the direction of Ye Shiyu. The plaster statue behind him killed the fat man and then turned its target towards them.

We must meet up quickly.

278. Blood is not as good as holy water

Santa Karina and Ye Shiyu rushed to each other's location at the same time and met in the atrium on the third floor.The ferocious plaster statues were approaching step by step, and soon, the ceiling above the head was also affected by the oil painting ghost, and strange images appeared.

Blood-red palm prints and footprints suddenly appeared on the white paint surface, as if there were countless invisible people crawling on it.The place where the blood mark appeared cracked, the lime fell in pieces, and the place where the crack appeared also had blood seeping out.

The blood on the ground accumulated more and more, reaching up to his ankles.

The sticky feeling penetrates the canvas shoes and sticks directly to the skin, which is very uncomfortable.The disgusting smell filled every corner of the library. Santa Karina had a poor tolerance for fishy smells. She almost vomited several times and wanted to find a bathroom to relieve her nausea.

After all, she didn't dare to open the door.It's enough to be in a haunted library, and the bathroom is an area with a high incidence of supernatural incidents. Going in at this time is just a recipe for death.

"Ye...Ye Shiyu, can you please help us block it? I need to take some time to ask the black book a few questions."

The first time I called the contract ghost's name, it felt particularly subtle.

The relationship between them should be more intimate, they even kissed and lay on the same bed.Removing the last name also felt inconsistent with the length of time they had known each other, and seemed too frivolous.

After some struggle, I finally called him by his full name.

"No need to be so polite. The more you use me, the happier I will be."

Silver scissors and red and white plaster statues are intertwined.The culprits who tore the fat man into pieces were still covered in plasma, broken flesh, and organ fragments, and their usually stiff and motionless bodies became extremely flexible.

Every time a plaster statue is broken, the broken plaster will cause a splash of blood-red water.

Santa Karina took the black book out of her pocket and opened it to the cover.Until now, the black book was still sleeping, and ordinary methods of waking it up were ineffective. She cut her finger and dripped blood into the black book.

The yellowed paper absorbed the drop of blood and turned to the left.It is a very realistic book, the kind that will never waver without benefit.

"Tell me the weakness of the oil painting ghost."

[Obviously, the weakness is in the painting. 】

"make it clear."

[The ghost in this painting was transformed by the resentment of a woman who committed suicide. As long as the person in the painting is killed again and someone outside lights the painting with fire, it can be removed. 】

"Any more?"

【Good luck. 】

Each time you answer a question, the black book will automatically close and wait for the next question.It has a weird temper, sometimes takes no money and answers for free, and sometimes must be awakened with blood.

Using the power of Ye Shigure and the black book, the body temperature dropped a little. I hope he is okay.

The remaining plaster statues were broken one by one, the white fragments mixed with blood, and were finally submerged by the surging blood red.The water level of the sea of ​​​​blood rose to everyone's knees, and several screams of surprise were heard in the distance.

The group of bespectacled men who abandoned their companions and fled did not leave the third floor. Several reddish-brown hands stretched out from the bottom of the sea of ​​blood. The arms were very long, like gummy candies being pulled hard, and like the sensitive tentacles of underwater creatures. Live on people's ankles.

"what?"

"let me go!"

"what--"

I don't know which unlucky person was caught by the bloody hands. He tried his best to break free, but found that the arms made of blood and water had no effect no matter how he attacked. They were scattered and quickly gathered together.

More and more hands flew towards them, and the seemingly cohesive small group fell apart instantly. Everyone hoped to survive, and regarded everyone behind them who could push the ghost hands as victims, just to buy some time to escape.

Santa Karina witnessed with her own eyes those passers-by being dragged into the sea of ​​blood, their bodies pierced by bloody hands and their vitality absorbed. The elastic muscles lost moisture in just one minute, and quickly withered like plants dried by high temperatures.

Without the protection of ghosts, they are equivalent to fragile ants. They are prey chased by ghosts in the hunting ground. There seems to be no better ending except for accumulating despair while fleeing hastily, and finally being played wantonly by them until they die.

The bespectacled man’s teammates were all wiped out, leaving him alone.

The practice of constantly sacrificing his teammates allowed him to live longer than others. Everyone else died, and he could only go to the black long straight librarian.

You must have some ability to survive in a dangerous environment. If you really have to, just push them out one by one.

He adjusted his blood-stained glasses and completely forgot about the misery of his teammates.

……

The prompts in the black book pointed out the direction for the next action, and Santa Karina took the remaining people back to the first floor.Several surviving idlers were "collected" on the road. They all saw the power of Ye Shiyu, the contracted ghost, and realized that they had to rely on her if they wanted to survive. The team of four people and one ghost expanded to nine people.

Santa Karina does not expect to rely on their power to solve the problem, the key lies in the ghost.

She stared at the oil paintings of the Republic of China on the wall, and then looked at Ye Shiyu.

"Can you come into the painting?"

"Yes. I understand. You have to kill the women in the painting world to deal with this ghost, right?"

"The black book told me that I need to enter the painting to kill the woman, and people outside will burn the painting with fire. We don't have the ability to enter the painting. Only you can do this."

"Use my power to your heart's content."

The red line connecting both sides lit up, and the surging heat flowed into the skin through the red line, causing a burst of burning and stinging.The female ghost with black hair and golden eyes turned into a piece of red mist and rushed into the oil painting, and a figure falling from the sky immediately appeared on the painting.

The oil painting has become a screen for playing images. People inside are moving, and you can hear noisy voices, wind and water, making people feel as if they are actually there.

What happened next was a bit dramatic. The bespectacled man who sacrificed all his teammates and wanted to join Santa Karina was on his way to a chance of survival. He was penetrated by the oil painting ghost who was driven back, and a blood hole the size of a basketball was pierced in his torso.

Before realizing what happened, the person died and fell on his back with an expression of surprise and pain.The death of such a person is not worthy of sympathy. Even if he can come out alive, Santa Karina is not going to accept him.

The oil painting ghost sensed the crisis and hurriedly turned into black mist and entered the world of the painting.

At the same time, a line of red words appeared in the middle of the black book paper.

[Now, light the fire.The ghost's body and soul are combined into one, and when another ghost suppresses it, external forces can destroy its body. 】

Santa Karina took out the lighter in her pocket and asked Xiao Yang to pour the white wine found in the utility room to stoke the fire.

When the lighter button was pressed, the orange-red flame brought a glimmer of light. Everyone looked at it, feeling nervous and afraid to take a big breath for fear that the exhaled air would extinguish it.

This flame is the hope of escaping the library.

As soon as the flames touched the picture frame, a layer of blue flame immediately ignited.It surrounds the frame, like putting a gorgeous shell on the outside.

The black mist was trapped in the rectangular ring of fire and could not get out, letting out bursts of ear-piercing roars.

Santa Karina covered her ears and stared at Ye Shiyu fighting the oil painting ghost in the frame.She was worried that Ye Shiyu would not be able to defeat the opponent and would be trapped in the world of the painting.

It's strange that I would be worried about a ghost.

We've only known each other for just one day, so it's impossible to have so-called liking or love.Whether it was an illusion caused by dependence or bondage, she couldn't figure out for the time being. This worry was definitely true.

She rarely worries about others.

The flame-burning frame continued to radiate heat, forcing those around it to retreat to avoid burns.The other end of the red line on Santa Karina's wrist is in the painting. It is the only medium between Ye Shiyu and reality.

There is no doubt about the importance of this thread. Once it is loosened or broken, Ye Shiyu will be in danger.

The battle between the two ghosts was extremely fierce.For them, the scene in the painting is also another dimension of reality.Plants in the garden, stone lanterns, eaves and pillars, including other objects, were affected during the battle and were blown away by the strong airflow.