The noise in my ears is true and false.

Tongguan's pupils reflected a long dragon of flames that were constantly chasing.

As the situation deteriorated to an unprecedented level, his heart became peaceful at the bottom.

For some reason, the figure with long black hair appeared in Tongguan's mind.

Tongguan and him are just temporary companions, and they are not the same person after all.

But I have to admit that many times the way that person does makes things much easier.

Tongguan raised his hand and gently took off the headset and put it back into his pocket.

Jin Xi's voice disappeared.

He looked at the struggled shadow in the corner deeply, without saying a word, turned around and ran away.

Hong Fu's figure also disappeared.

Tongguan left everyone and all voices without hesitation, sprinting toward his only goal of this action.

When you can't tell the truth and the false, abandoning is the best choice.

At least he will never make mistakes if he does this.

...

The back of Tongguan is getting farther and farther away, and the flames are getting closer and closer.

"Hongfu"'s originally painful face became completely cold without a trace of humanity.

He stood up quietly without making any noise.

The fingers hanging on the edge of the pants shook slightly twice, and a drop of black ink dripped to the ground.

The sound was inconspicuous under the cover of the fire's increasingly violent storm.

But when the drop of ink hit the ground, it began to surge rapidly, just like the three-color oil color that expanded and condensed.

Almost in the blink of an eye, another man half a head taller than him condensed around "Hong Fu".

"Hong Fu" turned his head to look at the man and nodded with satisfaction.

Another man moved his stiff head and rushed straight into the wall.

But he didn't feel any obstacles, and he disappeared into the seventh exhibition hall.

...

The fire in the eighth exhibition hall is even bigger than that in the seventh exhibition hall.

The rolling smoke and the surging fire made Jin Xizhu's pace messy and his body was in a mess.

She just entered the hotel not long ago and was not good at sports.

At this moment, just running would have cost her half her life.

However, Jin Xi's eyes were full of hope, because her mission was almost completed, and she was less than a hundred meters away from escaping from the eighth exhibition hall.

It's just that there is something that always makes her feel resentful.

Since the three of them separated, there has been no sound in her headset until now.

Not only Tongguan, Hong Fu did not speak, but even Fang Shenyan, Feng Jiafu, Chen Wen and Ding Wangshu and others disappeared completely.

Jin Xi knew this situation was an unknown signal, but she still had too little execution experience and could not tell the strange source at all.

There are only two things you can do. First, escape from the eighth exhibition hall immediately and then continue to contact.

Jin Xi was already calling Tongguan and Hong Fu countless times while running away, but there was no response until she was about to leave the eighth exhibition hall.

"It's from me..."

Jin Xi had the same feeling as before in Tongguan, that was he was abandoned by this world.

The world is just an objective existence, so the only one who is abandoned will actually be yourself.

Jin Xi no longer expects to contact others, but only hopes to leave this obviously ghostly eighth exhibition hall.

The more people expect something, the less that thing will happen.

The more people fear something, the thing will definitely come.

Jin Xi was only two rooms left before the exit, and she had already seen the exit from afar.

But her after her eyes glanced at her back, and a tall figure slowly walked out of the corner there.

The man appeared too suddenly and grabbed her wrist with an extremely fast speed.

Jin Xi was pulled by this sudden force and staggered, and fell down with the flow.

She looked at the man in horror until the other party completely walked out of the shadow, revealing a angular and righteous face.

"Tong..."

...

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, maybe no one would have thought of it.

The progress of the ninth exhibition hall is far greater than that of the seventh and eighth exhibition halls.

Swaths of black smoke burned to the extreme in the remaining rooms, destroying the entire Ninth Exhibition Hall.

Hong Fu was already in the exit room at this moment, and the departure gate stood behind him.

No one knows how he did it, but his speed is much faster than that of Tongguan and Jin Xi.

But even so, Hong Fu did not choose to leave this place of right and wrong.

He was studying the painting in front of him with his chin and scrutinized eyes.

This painting is a very realistic style, and both oil paint and techniques are impeccable.

The night view of the street in the painting is also particularly real, making people feel familiar when they look at it.

Hong Fu spent time observing it not to appreciate and evaluate it, but he always felt that the painting was different.

When he came for the first time, he deliberately took off the glass cover outside, so that the fire could swallow it as soon as possible.

He even reached out and stuck a drop of oil.

But when he came to the painting this time, he couldn't find where he had touched it?

Hong Fu's memory is not good, but it will not be very bad either.

It took only twenty minutes to come here twice, and he clearly remembered that he was touching the road in the painting.

But now there is no trace of being erased on it.

"According to Teacher Fang, the ghost in the painting library should be "Stefanie's Smile".

So where does the weirdness of this painting start?"

If this problem is not discovered, the weirdness of the painting museum cannot be explained.

But when Hong Fu realized this, he had already got his own answer.

He slapped his thigh and finally understood what was wrong in the painting museum.

After guessing this, he no longer hesitated and turned around and was about to leave the ninth exhibition hall.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a figure half a head taller than him, looking down at him.

The two were extremely close, and the person's extremely real breathing sound was close to his ears.

"Brother Tong?"

"Damn!"

Two words and two sentences are said one after another, but they reveal completely opposite emotions.

When Hong Fu saw Tongguan's face suddenly appear the second ago, he was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

But the next second, he suddenly realized that Tongguan could not appear behind him, so things were not good, so he cursed again.

Not only that, after Hong Fu finished scolding, he rolled in place and drilled through the gap between his legs in Tongguan.

However, his actions did not work. As soon as he climbed up the door, his other hand grabbed the back collar.

...

"Brother Tong, where are you going?"

"Why don't you come to save me?"

"You can't run out."

Tongguan was still running wildly, but he could not leave Hongfu's room no matter what.

Over and over again, Hong Fu's voice was in his ears like a fly that could not escape, making people feel restless.

Tongguan finally stopped running this time. The rooms opened in front and back were like a runway connecting head and tail, and they could never go out.

Not only that, he also found that the fire behind him was not going to be one step further.

It was as if he was trapped in a relatively still room.

Apart from him, only "Hongfu" is left.

"You want to save me and don't bring me with you, why are you going out, Brother Tong?"

Tongguan was already annoyed enough, and "Hongfu" was even more annoyed when he smiled. He frowned and looked at it.

"You are not "Stefanie's Smile", there are two ghosts in the painting gallery.

Fang Shenyan, I don’t believe you don’t know!”

Tongguan is really anxious. Every second he is trapped here, the outside clerk may encounter danger.

Especially now, he has great doubts about Fang Shenyan's identity.
Chapter completed!