"That was a terrifying painting." I narrowed my eyes, my expression changing slightly. "There are many cursed paintings, but that one was undoubtedly the most terrifying. It was said to have been painted by a famous Western artist, yet it had been returned countless times. Supposedly, those who saw it either went insane or suffered the destruction of their families. Otherwise, they were scared half to death."
"Because of that painting, I don't know how many families were affected. In the end, nobody could sell it anymore."
"Not just that one. There were other paintings too, and every single one was extremely terrifying."
"So whether it's day or night, don't look at that painting. And whatever you do, don't go into the corridor either."
Everyone took my warning to heart. Then I said, "We'll leave after sleeping here for one night. We all need to be extremely careful tonight."
We soon returned to our respective rooms and went to sleep.
I lay on the bed with my arms around two women, and I was sleeping too. But just then, I suddenly heard footsteps in the corridor. They were very light, yet strangely eerie.
I hurriedly sat up, holding Demon Blade Muramasa in my hand, and said coldly, "Who's out there?"
No one answered. Soon, the footsteps drew closer and closer, finally stopping outside our door.
I seemed to see a terrifying shadow standing outside the door. At that moment, an astonishing aura erupted from my entire body, and I opened the door directly.
The next moment, Demon Blade Muramasa fell from my hand.
Yet there was nothing in front of me. It was completely empty. I was stunned for a moment, then quickly closed the door. But after I shut it, I saw a pair of feet through the gap