By then, Lin Cheng had stepped into the Ghost Painting's gray-white Ghost Domain.
Paper ash drifted everywhere around him. Visibility was extremely low, and paranormal power was everywhere.
But those paranormal attacks passed straight through Lin Cheng's intangible body without raising so much as a ripple.
Lin Cheng stopped, closed his eyes, and activated the Ghost Brain's paranormal power.
In the deepest recesses of his memory lay an image he had deliberately sealed away with the Ghost Brain.
It was a portrait of a woman in old-fashioned clothing, breathtakingly beautiful yet utterly lifeless.
This was the only medium that could trigger the Ghost Painting's killing condition.
Seeing the face of the woman in the painting-or recalling her face in one's mind!
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Cheng deliberately unsealed that memory in his mind!
The woman's face appeared in his mind with perfect clarity.
The condition had been deliberately triggered!
The next second.
The paper ash drifting through the air suddenly froze completely.
Immediately afterward, a terrifying, irresistible pulling force locked onto Lin Cheng.
Lin Cheng did not use the Ghost Submarine to resist. He let that force envelop him.
Amid a wave of distortion.
His entire body was sucked into the Ghost Painting!
The Old Mansion.
Yang Jian stepped over the high threshold, and a deathly silent courtyard came into view.
Several dust-covered square dining tables stood in the courtyard.
A few sickly green candles burned at the corners of the tables.
Their flickering green flames cast a twisted, sinister light on the bright red double-happiness characters pasted around the doors and windows.
It was clearly decorated for a joyous wedding, yet it exuded a funereal gloom that made his skin crawl.
Just then.
Zhang Xianguang, who was walking at the front, flickered and vanished.
Without warning, he