Dong, Dongdong

Zhou Ran held her breath and gently placed her hand on Xiang Jiangming's shoulder. If anything went wrong, she would wake him up immediately.

Yu Mangmang: "I didn't come to this place."

Zhou Ran: "Stopped at the entrance of the corridor."

Yu Mangmang thought for a moment and said to Zhou Ran: "That's right. It was the one who attracted the woman. Her hands were stained with blood and then touched the sculpture. I remember that sculpture was a woman with only one foot, and she was probably jumping."

Zhou Ran: "Is this true?"

Dong, Dongdong, Dongdong

Zhou Ran heard this and suddenly remembered that when Xiang Jiangming saved the little girl, his arm was also rubbing against the picture frame!

At that time, she didn't pay much attention to the painting. I didn't know if the blood had been stained, but at that level, it was probably a big deal...

Zhou Ran immediately woke Xiang Jiangming up.

The boy opened his eyes, his pale face turned his dark eyes like a glass ball. He rubbed his face against the pillow, stretched his toes, stretched his waist a little, and then looked at Zhou Ran.

He was going to smirk, but when he found that her expression was serious, he immediately sat up and grabbed her hand and asked what was wrong.

His voice was hoarse, but his hands were not as weak as he looked.

Zhou Ran: "Have you put the blood on the drawing?"

Xiang Jiangming recalled and said, "I got it."

Zhou Ran's eyes dimmed.

But she didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, she reached out and touched Xiang Jiangming's forehead.

Fortunately, it's not as hot as before bed.

If he really dies of illness, the outside world will die too.

Xiang Jiangming waited for her to put down his hand, then looked into her eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Are you scared?"

Zhou Ran said no, I won’t let you die.

Xiang Jiangming smiled twice, pulled her other little hand, then snatched it hard, and said softly: "I won't let myself die, I'll wipe off the blood, you don't have to worry."

Zhou Ran: "When did you erase it?"

Xiang Jiangming: "It's just rubbing it on, that's the hard work of others. How bad it will be if it gets dirty, right?"

Zhou Ran: "Yes."

Although I don’t know if I can escape the disaster by erasing it, the other two people secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

Yu Mangmang's heart was hanging down and immediately rolled his eyes: "Hey, you can't finish it all at once?"

Xiang Jiangming hissed, saying that if I don’t finish talking, I’m not talking to you, what does it have to do with you, and then he was going to beat him up, but Zhou Ran stopped him: “You have a fever, take a break.”

Xiang Jiangming: "I'm a little weak, I won't delay hitting him."

Yu Mangmang: "Save effort, you, no one said it would be fine if you wipe it off. Maybe you will be cold in a while!"

Xiang Jiangming: "I will pull you even if I'm so cold!"

Yu Mangmang: "I think it's hard for you to get out of bed, little brat."

Xiang Jiangming: "You big guy with a stingy foot!"

The two started arguing.

Just as Zhou Ran was thinking about whether to let them have an idiom spinning on the spot, their door suddenly got knocked.

The three sounds of Dangdang are more effective than the idiom spinning, and the house becomes quiet immediately.

Yu Mangmang whispered: "Is it our door knocking on?"

Zhou Ran: "Yes."

Yu Mangmang: "But I didn't hear the sound of dongdong coming."

Zhou Ran: "I don't have either."

Xiang Jiangming: "I don't have it either."

After saying that, all three of them fell into silence.

The sound of wind and rain was still ringing, and the mountains in the distance were wet, and the smell of mold came through the walls, and the raindrops hit the windows to make a sound of towers. However, there was no movement in the corridor outside, and even the sound of the woman jumping with one leg disappeared.

Yu Mangmang: "There shouldn't be no footsteps. Could it be that it floats over?"

When Xiang Jiangming heard this, he shrank his neck in fear.

Zhou Ran held his hand and said, "What if the sculpture admits the wrong door?"

But no matter what, five seconds later, the knock on the door rang again.

Zhou Ran held Xiang Jiangming and asked him to get out of bed, then her body blocked in front of him, and a thin layer of sweat broke out in the palm of her palm.

If nothing unexpected happens, the people outside must have come because Xiang Jiangming got wet.

This door can be locked from the inside, but for ghosts, a door lock cannot resist anything. If something outside suddenly rushes in, at least it cannot find Xiang Jiangming in one go.

Yu Mangmang told them not to speak out, then walked to the front with his feet lightly, and a candle appeared out of thin air in her hands.

The two of them were all tense and stared at the direction of the door. The knocking sounded every five seconds, even and regular. Xiang Jiangming stood behind Zhou Ran, without watching the door, but his eyes were squinted gently, towards the direction of the window.

There is a painting on the window.

The painting actually appeared there a long time ago. At the first knock, the picture frame and the window frame merged into one, and the drawing paper just covered the window glass.

The painting shows a woman in red, with her face blurry. She is sitting by the stream at the foot of the mountain, combing her long flowing hair with a wooden comb.

After Xiang Jiangming looked over, the woman also felt her gaze. Her neck turned counterclockwise, and a pair of blurred eyes stared at him.

The next second, the woman in red showed a strange smile, her white teeth, and her long hair floated out of the painting, a messy ball of black and long flying towards Xiang Jiangming's position.

Xiang Jiangming didn't move, and the woman's expression became even more excited.

But she was halfway through laughter and suddenly couldn't laugh. The woman in the painting widened her eyes and was surprised to find that her hair was cut by a scimitar. A handsome man wearing a medieval European dress suddenly appeared in front of her. The man was holding a silver scimitar and stood there silently, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Her hair was gone, so she could only reach out to grab it in the air, opening her mouth to shout, but the next second, there was an ice ridge in her throat.

The icy blade was facing downwards and pierced through her throat. Blood gushed out, dyeing the drawing paper a bright red.

She couldn't even scream, her eyes were resentful and panic, staring at the direction where Xiang Jiangming was standing. But then, the entire picture frame was frozen, and the woman's expression was froze in the painting.

The man in the dress lifted the knife, and the tip of the knife slashed on the drawing paper. The woman's body broke open, and the painting fell down without making any sound. Then, the man and the knife disappeared.

All this happened very quickly, at most, only ten seconds, just after knocking on the door twice. Zhou Ran and Yu Mangmang focused their energy on the door and did not look back.

A cold voice rang in Xiang Jiangming's mind.

"Do you know what I'm doing?"

Xiang Jiangming calmly replied to the voice in his heart: "How could I know, but you always pick up rags."

"I'm breaking the ice. There is an ancient ship under the ice, which is the best wood-based material."

Xiang Jiangming yelled twice: "You know that treasure hunting every day, treasure hunting, you pick up all the treasures of the whole game, and then I die. Aren't you still unable to get out of the game?"

The voice was silent for a moment.

Xiang Jiangming: "Hey?"

The man sighed and said, "If I had known this, I would not have responded to you for the first time you summoned me."

Xiang Jiangming: "I don't think about it either, but I'm really scared when something happened last time. I can't get the disaster, so I can only summon you."

Xiang Jiangming was talking about the carriage that time.

If the robbery is in his hands, such a carriage would not constitute a death threat at all, but if the robbery is not in his hands, an ordinary knife can only throw a gap into the carriage so that he can throw the ring in.

He didn't have time to summon Alive at that time, but this time he had it. When he heard the male owner say not to get wet, he called Alive over and let him hide beside him.

That's why he dared to lie down and fell asleep, without any precautions.

Alive's voice was still cold: "You will be afraid, I thought you were not afraid of death?"

Xiang Jiangming smiled and said, "I'm not afraid, but I'm afraid that someone will be afraid."

Alive: "Who?"

Xiang Jiangming's eyes fell on Zhou Ran. Her head was found to be a little longer, exceeding her shoulders. Her soft hair fluttered gently with her slight movements. The tip of the hair seemed to sweep on the tip of his heart, itchy, and itchy. It was hard to say what it felt.

The most important thing is that she was holding him now, and her soft little hand was sweating. She stared at the door vigilantly and blocked herself with her body.

Xiang Jiangming: "Someone said they wanted to protect me. I can't let her down, Sun saved you, so you like her, don't you?"

Alive didn't deny it, just said, "It's not all."

Xiang Jiangming: "Okay, stop knocking on the door."

The knock on the door was made by Xiang Jiangming. There was nothing there, just to attract their attention and cover up the window.

Alive nodded, then said, "You worry about her, she is much better than you."

Xiang Jiangming: "Yes, yes, just you understand. You should leave quickly, aren't you chiseling ice?"
To be continued...