The Seawater Art Studio
Feng Rui, the Living Buddha, and Men Qian had successfully arrived at the art studio.
The studio's sign had been smashed to pieces and scattered at the entrance to the street. Men Qian opened the closed rolling shutter with silver threads, but the various paintings inside the studio had also been destroyed, with torn scraps of paper scattered everywhere.
"The danger index hasn't increased." Feng Rui used his mechanical eye to analyze the surrounding environment.
"Follow me."
The Living Buddha's perspective allowed him to see things others could not. He bypassed the outer hall and went directly to the inner painting room... The four teenagers who had once trained at the art studio were all hanging here, each suspended from the ceiling by a strip of white silk.
The teenagers hanging from the ceiling radiated dense resentment from their bodies, but they were unable to unleash it because of the silk's restraint.
Even though the teenagers had already been hanged to death, they still maintained their painting postures.
Their left hands held drawing boards, while their right hands held brushes. They had formed a circle and were practicing painting with the "model" in the center as their reference.
The so-called model was a woman wrapped in silk. However, "wrapped" did not quite mean what it usually did. The silk was not wound around the outside of the woman's body. Instead, it had threaded through her flesh, emerging and disappearing from her body, stained red by blood.
"She doesn't match the female ghost described by Yu Jing. I'll go over and examine her."
Feng Rui immediately analyzed the female model. She was approximately forty years old and had the features of someone from the Eastern Continent. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed through Feng Rui's mind, and