The content of this oil painting by Wu Xiaoxia is particularly horrifying, and the scale is also particularly large.

Upon closer inspection, Liu Jie discovered that the other guests participating in the food sharing were Wu Xiaoxia herself.

These people wear different clothes, have different expressions, and are of very different ages. There is a young Wu Xiaoxia, a middle-aged Wu Xiaoxia, and even a gray-haired Wu Xiaoxia.

Some people laughed loudly, some lowered their heads and cried, and some were fast asleep.

Each of Wu Xiaoxia's movements are exaggerated, and her painting style is bold and wild, a bit like Van Gogh.

In some places, she even drew it with her fingers and palms, and fingerprint marks can be clearly seen.

It can be seen that she must have been very involved when creating this painting, portraying her joys and sorrows on the faces of every participant.

Looking at the entire work, it is clear that it is a revised version of The Last Supper.

There were still a few people vaguely under the dining table, both men and women, but their legs were tied with ropes. It looked like they were preparing to bring the food to the table next.

Most of these people are the neighbors she hates.

From this painting, we can see how bad the relationship between Wu Xiaoxia and her neighbors is.

She hates everyone and wants to eat everyone.

The rough lines reveal her chaotic thoughts.

Looking at this painting, Liu Jie felt an invisible pressure.

Wu Xiaoxia seems to have entered a state of madness.

Everyone in the live broadcast room on both sides saw this scene, and they were all frightened.

Gao Yubao showed a proud smile and said loudly: "Did everyone see it? Do you know what this is? At the last supper, Jie Ge's landlord might be a man-eating demon. She had long wanted to kill her.

She is a neighbor, so our brother Jie helped her fulfill her wish."

"What do you mean by that?" Liu Jie put the oil painting aside. Although he was a little worried in his heart, he still looked indifferent on the surface.

"Don't you know what I mean? How did your neighbor die? Wasn't it because he drank too much and took the wrong medicine and had an accident? Then why did he drink too much? Wasn't it you who made him drunk?"

"I don't!"

"I know you didn't, because it wasn't you who did it at all, but the mistress of this room. Her ghost drove you to do it, right? Otherwise, why would you drink with a stranger when you just moved in?"

After Gao Yubao finished speaking, he leaned back on his chair, biting the microphone and whispered like in a ghost movie: "Don't blame him, it's me who kills... the one who kills, I am Wu Xiaoxia..."

The cold voice paired with the depressing music scared all the water friends to the point where their hair stood on end.

Liu Jie felt like thousands of horses galloping in his heart. What he was afraid of was not Wu Xiaoxia, but Gao Yubao.

He is just an anchor, but why does he know that he knows Qian Cheng?

Why do you know the cause of Qian Cheng’s death?

This is nothing.

But how did he know about the oil painting?

This is Wu Xiaoxia's work, and she has hidden it. If she wants to know, she has to turn the oil painting over.

Could it be that he has been to 503?

No wonder he was so confident that he was going to challenge him. It turned out that he really had some powerful information that no one knew about.

"Brother Jie, please explain why you want to drink with him. Are you familiar with him? Do you know how old he is and where he is from?"

Gao Yubao completely suppressed Liu Jie and smiled so proudly.

Friends in the live broadcast room also discovered the video online, and some even provided links.

Pumpkin Blossom: Anchor, you killed someone.

Kansai Moonlight Ghost: The anchor didn’t kill anyone, so he couldn’t really be possessed by a ghost, right?

Brother Xiao Ma: Although I don’t believe in ghosts and gods, this is indeed a bit scary. His neighbor upstairs died just after the anchor moved in. Is this a coincidence?

Liu Jie glanced at the oil painting again and suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with the color of the painting, especially the red in it.

So I picked up the oil painting and smelled it.

Immediately I smelled a faint fishy smell.

The smell was very familiar to Liu Jie.

That's blood.

Wu Xiaoxia actually mixed paint with blood.

This woman is really crazy.

Liu Jie quickly threw the oil painting aside.

I don’t know what kind of state this woman was in when she painted this painting. She was probably like a madman. Sometimes she was dancing happily, and sometimes her face was filled with tears of sadness. Tears and blood were all integrated into the painting.

Liu Jie's mind recalled Bo Ye's previous performance.

He was always fine before he came to 503, but soon after he came to 503, he started to suffer from mental problems. His whole body became nagging, and he curled up on the balcony and kept saying that there was a ghost in the bathroom.

These two people had mental problems one after another.

What exactly is going on?

Can mental illness be contagious?

No, it's impossible.

They must have experienced something horrific that caused them to become mentally disturbed.

Wu Xiaoxia can easily explain that she suffered from depression because of emotional problems and eventually went crazy.

What about Master Bo?

He was just an anchor, and he didn't know Wu Xiaoxia at all, so he fell into madness within half a month.

Could it be that there is really something wrong with this house?

Liu Jie only felt a buzzing in his head, and it seemed that the whole world had become quiet.

In front of him, Gao Yubao opened his mouth wide and kept talking, like a fool.

"Anchor, Brother Jie, did you hear me?" Gao Yubao's voice gradually became clearer.

Liu Jie took a deep breath and returned to reality from the panic.

"What's wrong?" Liu Jie asked.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Everyone is still waiting for your explanation. Why did you kill your neighbor? To be honest, is it because you are possessed by a ghost?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? What the hell is going on? Am I not a good person?" Liu Jie reacted and quickly launched a counterattack.

"Then why did you kill him?"

"It was an accident. I just drank a few bottles of wine with him and had no intention of killing him..."

"You admitted it!"

Gao Yubao suddenly jumped up, pointed at the camera and said loudly: "Did you hear this, brothers? He admitted that he drank with the deceased. Look at this man. He is a loser. He can drink with others.

Damn, there is really something wrong with this house. How many people have died here, who dares to live in it?"

Gao Yubao danced happily, and all the unhappiness in his heart burst out in an instant.

The popularity of the live broadcast rooms on both sides is also soaring.

More and more people flocked to Liu Jie's live broadcast room, and they all wanted to know what was going on.

Liu Jie drank someone to death in just one drink. Is the murderer a human or a ghost?

After all, Wu Xiaoxia’s scheming was revealed in her oil paintings.

Liu Jie just came to the community and had no grievances with the neighbors upstairs.

So there is only one explanation for this matter.

That is, all of this was Wu Xiaoxia's doing. It was she who fell in love with Liu Jie and killed Qian Cheng.

"I admit that we were drinking, but I told you that I really didn't mean it. It was an accident," Liu Jie said.

"Don't explain, I understand, we all understand, do you all understand?"

Gao Yubao blinked, then suddenly crossed his arms and shuddered: "I suddenly felt so cold, really cold."

On the screens on both sides, everyone was frantically posting protective bullets.

Liu Jie was a little speechless. This time he jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't even wash himself away.

At this moment, Gao Yubao's expression suddenly changed. He stared at the screen with wide eyes, his mouth slowly opened wide, and his eyes also widened.

"ah!"

Suddenly Gao Yubao screamed and threw away the mouse, pushed away the table and slid out far away.

Then the whole person seemed to be greatly stimulated, pointing at the screen and shouting: "Ghost, there is a ghost!"

Everyone thought Gao Yubao was acting and were all amused.
To be continued...