At the same time, the crescent moon in the painting disappeared into the dark clouds.
At first, one of the women's heads was about to turn around, but the water surface of the lake below suddenly began to rise, setting off huge waves like a rising tide, drowning the five figures.
An extremely heart-wrenching feeling came over me.
My eyes widened, and my whole face almost touched the painting. I really wanted to know what that woman looked like.
At this moment, I felt that my body was being controlled.
Because subconsciously I don't want to maintain this strange posture at all.
I'm fine, but why is one hand supporting the wall and the other hand on the painting on the wall?
I seem to have that serious illness...
How can I describe this feeling? It's like a ghost pressing down on the bed.
Although his consciousness is clear, his body cannot move and his eyes cannot open.
At this moment, I desperately hoped that someone could slap me and wake me up directly.
That way, I don't have to maintain such a strange and uncomfortable posture...
Just as he was thinking about it, the painting in front of him returned to normal, and the picture returned to the way it was at the beginning.
The crescent moon is high in the sky again.
The five silhouettes stood quietly on the shore of the lake.
But what made my hair stand up was that these five figures were actually holding hands at this moment.
What's happening here?
I clearly remember that although the five of them were right next to each other at the beginning, they were not holding hands.
Damn it, could it be that the five figures in the painting are five ghosts?
"The Secret of Ghost Hunting" records that evil ghosts often lurked in paintings in ancient times.
This kind of ghost is called the ghost in the painting.
The more I think about it, the more my scalp feels numb.
If these five people are ghosts, then there are really many ghosts in this villa.
Staring at the five figures in the painting, the heart-wrenching feeling becomes more and more intense.
At this moment, the sound of water and the laughter of men and women came to my ears.
"Wang Jianfei, right? New friend, come and play, come down and play..."
"Qiqi, do you like Wang Jianfei?"
"Fuck you, it's our first time meeting him. Li Sheng, can you be more serious?"
"Haha, I'm just joking with you. Don't be angry."
The voices of men and women talking were sometimes distant and sometimes close, and seemed to be in my ears.
At the same time, the sound of their conversation was mixed with the sound of water and the sounds of night insects.
I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but I found that I couldn't make a sound.
The body is still out of control, and the entire face is completely attached to the painting.
The man and woman are still talking.
I don't understand why they know my name.
"Wang Jianfei, hurry up! Come down and play!"
"Li Sheng, please be gentle!"
"He's not a girl, why should I be gentle?"
Another man's voice sounded: "Qiqi tells you, just listen and don't talk back to Qiqi."
"Su Shun, why are you interrupting when I'm talking to Qiqi? And do I need you to teach me?"
The five people on the screen were holding hands and moving.
They actually walked towards the lake.
The woman on the far side turned her head and moved her arms.
I was completely frightened, and I saw her hand reaching out from the painting, which was wet, and grabbed my hand.
A very strong force took control of me and wanted to drag me into the painting.
Just as I was about to be dragged into the painting, I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my neck.
I was startled, and the painting in front of me instantly returned to normal.
And I stood there without putting my hands on the wall.
But at this time, my forehead and nose were covered with cold sweat, and my heart began to beat wildly.
I subconsciously took a few steps back and murmured, "What's going on? Could it be that it was just an illusion?"
But the tingling sensation in my neck told me that someone had stabbed my neck just in time and brought me back to consciousness.
My right hand also hurts a little.
I raised my hand, and my heart suddenly trembled.
On the right wrist, there are five clear bruises and finger marks.
In other words, the woman in the painting just now really wanted to drag me into the painting.
I remember that the woman in the painting turned her head at the end, and I also saw her face, but now I can't remember what she looked like.
It's like having a dream and completely forgetting the content of the dream after waking up.
Gentle laughter rang in my ears: "Xiao Fei, you still need to temper your mind more. You can't be fooled like this by a painting."
Hearing the sound, I quickly looked behind me.
Only then did I realize that a figure was standing quietly in the corner behind me.
The figure was hunched over, with white hair, and looked at me kindly.
It turned out to be my grandma.
Grandma also held a sewing needle in her hand.
"Grandma?" I was very surprised.
It seems that grandma just saved me.
Grandma walked up to me and smiled at me: "Just now, you were standing here with dull eyes, looking at this painting."
"Grandma, are the five people in this painting..."
Before I could finish speaking, grandma interrupted me: "This painting is clean, so clean."
clean?
Before I could react, grandma pricked my right wrist again with the needle in her hand.
"pain."
I suddenly grinned.
Although I don’t know why grandma suddenly appeared here, I was very touched that grandma came to save me.
After my grandma pricked my right wrist with a sewing needle, the five fingerprints and bruises on my wrist disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The painting on the wall changed to how it was at the beginning, with the five people in the painting standing next to each other and not holding hands.
I whispered: "There must be something wrong with this painting. One moment it is dynamic, and the next moment it is static again."
Grandma put away the sewing needle, looked at me and said, "Xiao Fei, this painting is actually very clean. In my opinion, it is really clean."
"This painting is clean? Is there no ghost in it?" I was dumbfounded.
Grandma shook her head: "Yes, it's very clean. What you see may not be because of this painting, but other influences.
By the way, your grandfather, I, and your parents all know what your master told you.
We hope you can put down your hatred and not avenge us."
Don't want revenge?
I whispered: "Grandma, revenge must be avenged, you don't have to worry about me."
Grandma sighed: "Why do you have such a stubborn temper as an adult?"
I didn't say anything, walked up to grandma, and grabbed her calloused hand: "Those guys who killed you must pay the price for their actions!"
As soon as I finished speaking, grandma disappeared in front of me.
"Grandma?" I exclaimed.
My sister walked in through the wall: "Grandma is gone."
The next second, he jumped up and jumped onto my shoulders.
"Did you call grandma here?" I asked.
My sister shook her head: "She can come whenever she wants. What does it have to do with me?"
"Do you think this painting is normal?" I pointed to the strange painting on the wall.
My sister smiled and said, "Didn't grandma say it was very clean? Don't you still believe what grandma said?"