"Mr. Xie, are you sure this is a way to live?"

Although Qiu Zheyan was not smart enough, he was not so stupid.

The arrangement of Jiezheng is not only not like executing the path of life, but rather like escaping one's own attitude.

Now that things have come, there is no need for Jie Zheng to hide it anymore, and he lowered his voice to tell the truth:

“Plum Sheng exposed all of our faces to the painter ghost at the last moment.

I guess she should have unknown means of resisting and transferring the harm to us.

This ghost can only kill one person at a time, and now we can only rest assured our destiny.”

Jie Zheng said this lightly, but he undoubtedly inserted a knife into Qiu Zheyan's chest and shattered his dream of living.

Qiu Zheyan looked at him in a daze, and was dull for three seconds before he could react, turning around and running.

He also experienced the task test in Tongguan. Although it was his first time to come into contact with the task, it was helpful in the end.

If what Jie Zheng said is not false, then the painter ghost will target the three remaining people as the target of killing next.

This forces the three of them to separate, otherwise they will be defeated by the painter.

The three people are separated and keep a relatively long distance. Although there is a risk of being alone, they can be used to delay the time for a longer period of time.

Although Qiu Zheyan didn't know what the meaning of delaying it at this time...

But no one wants to fall on their own risk of death.

On the way from the tea room to the bathroom, he happened to pass the stairs, and subconsciously glanced at the upper floor.

Fortunately, he did not see the terrifying painter ghost.

Instead, Dai Yingqi's panicked face appeared on the inside of the second floor.

After looking at each other, they both saw the other party's extreme restraint and panic, looking for their respective hiding places.

When Dai Yingqi's figure disappeared into the second floor, Qiu Zheyan was about to leave before the painter ghost appeared.

But he suddenly stopped and his eyes fixed on the coffee table in the hall.

Yuan Ren and Fan Rong's corpses who died miserably were looking at him with their eyes open.

In front of the two corpses, there were two sets of "paper, pen and ink", among which the three items that killed Yuan Ren, were also hung on the ink bottle.

The turbid and scarlet blood replaced the ink and poured into the bottle, with some blood spots sprinkled on the portrait of death pressing down below.

Time comes at 17:39 in the evening.

In the villa, looking out from the glass windows on all sides, the sunlight has dimmed to the extreme, and there is only the last skyline.

It seems that today's sunset is a little ahead of schedule...

And Qiu Zheyan took advantage of the last remaining dusk and witnessed the scene that made him tremble with his own eyes.

The black before night fell, enveloped Yuan Ren and Fan Rong's two corpses.

From his perspective, it was as if the night was about to come, and they were wearing black coats for them.

After the sunlight was blocked by the head, the elongated black shadow seemed to wear a black gauze hat for it.

Qiu Zheyan did not see the painter's costume with his own eyes, but this strange scene began to make him feel goosebumps.

This is an ominous sign.

He shook his mind, pulled his eyes out of the two bodies, and ran towards the bathroom regardless of everything.

Until he pushed open the partition door of the bathroom, got into the bathtub behind the shower curtain, and curled up.

The cramping space did not give him a more reliable sense of security, but instead a stronger sense of suffocation.

He grabbed the dagger with one hand and stared at the partition door without blinking.

The exhaust fan above his head rotated quietly, making an extremely subtle sound, but it could not completely dispel his inner fear.

...

Compared to Qiu Zheyan, Jie Zheng sat steadily on the tea chair in front of the balcony, closing his eyes to rest.

His indifferent expression was not because he was fearless, but because he tried his best to adjust his own state.

His limbs were almost destroyed, leaving him completely without the ability to escape, so he had to ensure his mind was clear all the time.

The frequency of breathing was repeatedly regulated, and at the most suffocating moment, he forced himself to face it with the calmest mentality.

"There is not much time left, Mei Sheng delays for at most two minutes, she knows this.

From this, it is inferred that if she wants to get rid of the cost of sin and execute the path of life, she must double this time again.

There were three people present, and even if we all used our lives to help her delay, we could make up for up to six minutes.

In other words, from Mei Sheng's standpoint, it takes at least eight minutes for her to carry out her life path."

Eight deadly minutes...

Even if he is correcting the law, he will inevitably have a headache at this moment, because although he has certain strategies, he does not have the confidence to delay for so long.

What's more, it is absolutely impossible for Jie to sacrifice his own life, so this time will be shortened.

However, what he didn't know was that the price of Mei Sheng's sinful things would take ten minutes to be lifted.

The extra two minutes are enough to let the painter kill everyone again...

But Jie Zheng can no longer think about what Mei Sheng is thinking. The fatal problem he must face now is:

The first target of the painter ghost must be him.

Jie Zheng let out a long breath without any power, just as he was about to clear the distracting thoughts in his mind and continue to think about countermeasures.

His eyes suddenly became dark.

Since his position is facing a large area of ​​balcony glass, the light is the best.

But in a blink of an eye, all the light was obscured by darkness.

At the same time, a familiar thriller began from the heart, occupying the whole body uncontrollably, making his blood colder and stiffer.

Jie Zheng's heartbeat was half a beat slower. He suppressed the fear in his eyes and forced himself to look straight ahead.

Slowly, half a cold white face appeared from the darkness, like a dead body.

The other party's figure almost blended with the surrounding background, only half of the face under the gauze hat and the slender palm holding the paper and pen.

When the painter raised his head, his eyes were facing each other, Jie Zheng clearly read the meaning in the eyes:

“Meet again…”

Last time, they had a close contact, and Jie Zheng did not see its face clearly, and it failed to complete the portrait of death.

But this time, the painter ghost wants to make up for this mistake.

It lifted its slender fingers like chopsticks and pressed the piece of white paper it clamped onto the tea table.

He held the pen in his left hand and slowly approached the gauze that wrapped the wound on his body with the sharp tip of his pen.

The severe pain like scraping the bones and hearts was far more severe than when he was first injured. It almost made Jie Zheng fall into a coma in the first moment.

Blood was slowly emitting from the white gauze.

Jie Zheng gritted his teeth desperately, staring at the painter ghost's right hand with his eyes, completely ignoring the pen scratching back and forth in the wound.

It was not until a groove was bitten by him that the painter stopped and pulled out the pen with satisfaction.

It first shook the blood on the tip of the pen, then looked carefully at Jie Zheng's appearance, leaning forward, almost lying on the tea table.

The dead end conditions have been initially reached, and it is about to begin drawing portraits of death.

However, at the moment it started writing, Jie Zheng endured the torture for a long time and finally waited for the opportunity to resist.

He used all his strength to lift his right hand up and threw the thing in his hand towards the painter ghost's black gauze hat.

That thing was like a piece of paper, but there were some smear marks on it, spinning in the air that made it difficult to see clearly.

Until it hit the gauze cap, it slowly floated on the tea table, covering the portrait of death that had not been written yet.
Chapter completed!