Nightmare Attack

Chapter 294 Watching

"Miss Zuo." Teacher Liao Zhi stared at Zuo Jing with eyes that seemed to penetrate her whole body, "I hope you can give us an explanation."

Zuo Jing glanced at him and said, "I don't understand what you mean."

"You don't understand?" Teacher Liao Zhi gasped and asked, "Then let me ask you, what's going on with the paintings on the wall?"

After the three of them returned to the room, the teacher Liao Zhi, who was wringing out the costumes with a piece of hanging cloth, suddenly discovered a painting on the wall facing his bed.

There is a dancing woman on the painting.

She dances gracefully, wearing a costume, with light steps, twisting orchids in her hands, her outstretched fingers are slender, her neck is plain white, and her body wrapped in costume is concave and convex.

No matter who looks at her, she is a rare beauty.

But at this moment, teacher Liao Zhi only had endless fear in his heart.

He suddenly thought of the painting Youqi mentioned before.

And the woman in the painting.

No, it’s a female ghost!

The female ghost who rode behind Qin Jian and broke his spine!

His thoughts were flowing through everything, and he followed the recent events and sorted out the context bit by bit.

Soon, a speculation that sounded scary but was very close to reality took shape in his mind.

The appearance of this painting represents ominousness.

And listening to what You Qi just said, he had seen this painting before, which meant that this painting had appeared in his room before, and as a result, Qin Jian and, earlier, Tang Shirou died tragically.

This is the truth.

"Mr. Shi." Chen Qiang's voice came. It couldn't be said to be calm, but it couldn't be said to be panic. "Calm down first. Arguing can't solve the problem."

"Even if this painting does bring us danger, I don't think it will be immediately. Everything will turn around." Chen Qiang continued, "So we'd better sit down and think about it."

Master Liao Zhi's eyes moved to Chen Qiang.

This newcomer seems to have adapted well to this place. In just two days, the fear he once had has disappeared from him, replaced by a sense of relief.

And the calmness rooted in relief.

Staring at the face of this young man who looked like a student, teacher Liao Zhi slowly calmed down.

It's not because I'm afraid of him, it's just that what he said makes sense.

"Transfer?"

"Yes." Chen Qiang nodded, "After You Qi suddenly mentioned the painting and the female ghost on it, Mr. Shi, you subconsciously showed a surprised expression."

Later, he said comfortingly: "I don't mean anything else. This is a normal human reaction, especially under the premise that ghosts exist and have killed people."

"But have you noticed that the people in the other room basically didn't react at all, Chen Xiaomeng, Jiang Fugui, and that Hao Shuai?" After finishing speaking, Chen Qiang looked at Zuo Jing, who was frowning slightly, and said, "So I guess they've seen that painting before, too.

"But it's not like being in the room of An Xuan's group." He continued: "Miss Zuo also said that the three Chen Xiaomeng people were together. I trust Miss Zuo's judgment."

Teacher Liao Zhi frowned slightly, and then said: "You mean that painting also appeared in Chen Xiaomeng's room?"

"should be."

"Then why didn't anyone get into trouble?"

"It's not clear yet," Chen Qiang said, "but since this is the case, there must be a reason."

He behaved very humbly. Even though the rhythm of the conversation was always in his hands, he still left enough room for his teacher Liao Zhi and Zuo Jing, who didn't talk much.

Teacher Liao Zhi's eyes gradually changed when he looked at Chen Qiang. After a while, he exhaled and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it. The situation is now like this. We are all grasshoppers on the same rope."

As if he felt uncomfortable standing there, Master Liao Zhi changed his position.

Strangely enough, the hanging position of the painting was very particular. In terms of color layout, it almost blended in with the wall and the surrounding scenery.

A potted plant with a simple dark pattern layout is placed sideways in front of the painting. The contrast between the two brings an indescribable sense of beauty to the beauty in the painting.

For a long time while they were in the room, no one noticed the painting.

What really made the teacher Liao Zhi notice this painting was the feeling.

Yes, that’s the feeling!

A very strange feeling of being watched.

He sat on the bed, tossing and turning, but he still felt uncomfortable. Because of his experience, he never thought that he was suffering from any illusion due to nervousness.

At first he thought it was Zuo Jing or Chen Qiang, but until he followed that feeling, he saw that painting!

The pair of eyes of the beauty in the painting were staring at his face.

This was also the biggest reason why he had such an attitude towards Zuo Jing before.

He is afraid.

He worried that he would be next.

But after a moment, he looked at Zuo Jing, as if he was a different person, bowed slightly and said, "Sorry, Miss Zuo, I was too impatient just now."

Chen Qiang smiled. It was similar to what he thought. This teacher Liao Zhi, who looked frivolous but showed regularity in his behavior, was a person who knew the importance of things.

"It's my fault." Zuo Jing frowned with a very troubled expression, "You are right, An Xuan did find me, I have some."

A few seconds later, Zuo Jing changed her words, "That guy An Xuan is extraordinary. I suspect there is something wrong with his background."

"Background?" Teacher Liao Zhi seemed to be interested, but still tried his best to suppress his emotions, "What do you mean?"

"Wait." Chen Qiang suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

Masters Liao Zhi and Zuo Jing both looked at him with doubtful expressions on their faces.

Looking in one direction, Chen Qiang seemed to be able to see outside through the wall. "Did you hear anything?" he asked in a low voice.

But judging from the expressions of the two of them, it was clear that they heard nothing.

"No." Zuo Jing replied in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I thought I heard drums."

Hearing Master Liao Zhi felt his scalp numb. Hearing the sound of drums now was not a good thing, especially when this weird painting appeared in their room.

The next victim may be one of them.

And he had a feeling that the most likely possibility was that he himself

"Boom!"

For an instant, Master Liao Zhi's eyes paused, and then immediately shrank into a slit.

He heard it.

He heard it too.

drum!

how come?

Isn't this game over?

Qin Jian is dead.

Today at least today, they should be safe.

There was a very strange and very smooth sound coming from outside the door.