I climbed up the steps step by step. Every time I climbed the stairs, the strong wind would change rapidly. In addition to some hideous ghosts, there would also be some familiar figures that I would like to stop me from moving forward.

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There are fierce and ruthless people, and there are wailing...

I ignored these illusions, and even when all kinds of hell illusions appeared in front of me, I had no intention of stopping and still stepped forward.

After a few minutes, I stepped on the last stairs and arrived at the entrance of the stairs on the ninth floor.

At this moment, all the illusions disappeared, and the faint red light surrounding me disappeared.

I breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the girl in green leaning against the wall of the corridor. She seemed to have been waiting for me to come to the ninth floor. She had a lady's cigarette between her fingers, and there were already a pile of cigarette butts under her feet.

, obviously I have been waiting here for quite some time.

"It's much faster than I expected!"

The woman in green dropped the cigarette butt in her hand, looked at me deeply, and said with a slight gaze: "This makes me even more jealous. Boy, do you know that a jealous woman who is about to go crazy will do something crazy.

?”

I looked at her vigilantly without responding.

The girl in green didn't continue to say anything, but snorted, turned around and walked into 901's room, and threw it hard onto the door.

When the girl in green walked into 901, I vaguely noticed that several pairs of eyes were staring at me on this floor, as if she was a little curious about me.

I stood in the corridor on the ninth floor for a while, walked past room 901, came to the door of room 902, and knocked on the door gently.

No one responded in the room. I subconsciously thought that the room was empty, after all, there were only a few neighbors on the ninth floor.

Just as I was about to go to the next room, the door of the 902 opened.

The room was pitch black, no lights were turned on, the windows seemed to have been blocked, and no one was seen opening the door.

"Hello, my name is Jiangyang, may I ask..."

"Come in!"

A hoarse voice came from the room, interrupting me.

I hesitated for a moment, then walked into the room of 902.

As soon as I walked into room 902, the door slammed and made me feel terrified.

"What? Are you scared?"

The hoarse voice came from the living room, and his tone seemed to be a little ridiculous, "Su Lan is so bold. The son she gave birth to is not a coward!"

I raised my eyebrows, and without response, and strode directly into the living room.

The room was dark and I couldn't see my fingers, but when I walked into the living room, the lights in the living room instantly turned on.

However, it is better not to light up such a light!

The scarlet red mixed with the miserable green light, which was faint and dim, and it was still flashing. It was more than enough to shoot ghost movies!

The living room is full of colorful dyes, and all kinds of discarded painting papers are thrown on the ground in a mess, giving people a very messy and messy feeling.

An old man wrapped in thick fur was facing away from me, holding a paintbrush in his hand, and was painting seriously. His back blocked the drawing board, so I couldn't see clearly what he was painting...jj.br

After entering the living room, the old man said hoarsely without looking back: "Don't bother me, wait for a while, this painting is about to be completed. If you feel bored, you can look at the things I have painted before!"

This is a person who is obsessed with painting, and I have always respected such people.

A neighbor on the second floor of the apartment building is also obsessed with paintings. The things he paints are vivid and much better than some so-called masters. This old guy doesn't know what his origin is. Since he lives on the ninth floor, he has an identity.

It is definitely not ordinary, and his painting ability is definitely much stronger than the neighbor on the second floor of the apartment building...

Uh, I seem to have guessed wrong!

When I picked up a painting from the ground, I was a little stunned!

What's this thing?

A colorful irregular shape body, strange eyes and nostrils, I vaguely feel like I want a human face, but my facial features have completely shifted...

What is the difference between such paintings and children's graffiti?

I picked up a few more paintings from the ground and looked at the messy graffiti on it. The corners of my eyes were twitching. I really don’t know how to evaluate such painting standards.

"What's the point of this kind of painting?" I asked softly.

Regarding my question, the old man did not directly respond to my question, but said hoarsely: "Do you have many doubts?"

"Um!"

I nodded and said, "A lot of doubts, I want to find the answer, but no one can answer my questions until now!"

"You want to know the origin of your mother, you want to know everything about your mother, you want to know what happened in the underworld, you want to know the meaning of this apartment building..."

"Yes, please give me some advice!" I said hurriedly.

The old man chuckled, with a little sarcastic tone, and said, "I do know a little, but why do you want to tell you?"

Damn, what about playing tricks on me?

I raised my brows and just as I was about to say something, the old man said hoarsely again: "Even if it is your mother, Su Lan, it is impossible for you to inform you of all these things. There are some rules and regulations, if she does not abide by them,

, Not only will she suffer, you will also be greatly implicated..."

"What rules? Who sets the rules?" I asked with a frown.

My mother was not afraid of even the Ten Palaces of Hell, and she was still worried about breaking the rules?

"The one who sets the rules is not man, it is the laws of heaven and earth, it is the way of heaven... I guess you won't understand this even if you tell you this!"

The old man seemed unwilling to talk to me and said, "My paintings must be read with your heart, maybe you can get the answers you want from them! I don't want to confront those rules and won't tell you those answers directly, but

If you are lucky enough to find some clues in the painting, you will be considered as having exploited the loopholes in the rules…”

As the old man finished speaking, he waved his hand gently, and the abandoned painting papers in the living room rose automatically without wind, rotating and floating around me.

Countless colorful paintings rotated in front of me, making me feel dazzled.

Watch it with your heart?

I'll see a ghost!

Just when I was a little dizzy by these rotating drawing papers, my heartbeat accelerated again, and the dong dong sounded again, as if it was stimulated by these messy graffiti paintings.

Immediately afterwards, something strange happened.

As my heart beat faster, I saw that the graffiti paintings lingering around me seemed to have undergone some changes. While those paintings were pieced together, they seemed to form strange pictures, flashing in front of me like a lantern.

Pass.

When one of the pictures made up of more than a dozen paintings flashed in front of me, my eyes shrank suddenly.
Chapter completed!