The quiet night had suddenly turned eerie and sinister.
The evil presence in the house was far more uncanny than they had expected!
Without Yue Wen noticing at all, Zhao Xing'er and Professor Guan had both been swallowed by the paintings on the wall. It was quite unexpected.
Yue Wen didn't dare touch the painting near Guan Qin first. Professor Guan was an elderly, frail mortal, with declining vitality; he couldn't withstand much. Yue Wen went straight to the painting of Zhao Xing'er and lightly knocked on its frame. "Xing'er, can you hear me?"
Instead of Zhao Xing'er, a faint chill seeped out. In the next instant, a huge blue-faced, fanged head lunged out!
"Gah—!"
The ghost face had appeared so suddenly that it was practically nose to nose with Yue Wen.
[In-Painting Nightmare: A Nightmare Object born from chaos for some unknown reason. No one knows why it was born or why it died. Apart from being ugly, it has no notable qualities. Its combat strength is roughly equivalent to that of two healthy old women.]
Though the thing was weak, the distance between them was far too intimate. Yue Wen was still startled by its sudden appearance.
The next moment, a pale, strong hand reached out and clutched the blue-faced ghost by the neck, forcibly yanking it back!
Yue Wen vaguely heard someone curse, "You're the ugliest one here. You scared the hell out of me!"
Chill swept through the air, briefly blocking his view. When he looked at the scene in the painting again, Zhao Xing'er had one foot on the blue-faced ghost and was swinging the red tongue of a long-tongued ghost by one hand, back and forth so fast it blurred.
The whole scene had suddenly taken on an anime-like quality.
Could someone