Chapter 558 Bone Painter, Soul Painter

Crushing the birthday peaches on the ground and stepping over the overturned candlesticks, Gao Ming pushed away the guests who were blocking his way and came to the deepest part of the birthday hall.

His heart was pounding, and a sense of extreme uneasiness enveloped his whole body, as if his heart was pinched by a pair of cold hands!

"Isn't Mr. Tang fighting with the butcher? Why does the birthday hall make me feel so dangerous?!"

The secret room was within reach, and Gao Ming was unwilling to give up now. He bit his tongue hard and stepped into the secret room.

It was called a secret room, but it seemed that everyone knew that there was such a room hidden deep in the birthday hall, where all the treasures of Mr. Tang were stored.

"No, there is a conspiracy. Mr. Tang symbolizes the greed of the townspeople. Did he deliberately build the secret room so obviously? To stimulate everyone's greed?" The moment this thought came to his mind, Gao Ming felt a chill on the back of his neck. He turned his head to look at the chairs deep in the birthday hall. On the largest wooden chair, a gorgeous shroud was placed upright.

Gold threads and jade pieces are connected. They are obviously clothes for birthday celebrations, but they are full of death, as if they were just taken off a dead person. This seems to be the true body of Mr. Tang.

"Don't take too much of the things in the secret room. There must be something wrong." Gao Ming is also greedy, but his greed will not get out of control and will always be bound by reason.

He flashed into the secret room. There were rare treasures on the shelves, books and scriptures that exuded a righteous spirit in the bookcases, talismans and yellow paper, geomancy tools were piled in the boxes, and a treasure bowl filled with copper coins was hidden under the seat in the center.

Before entering the Origami Town, Gao Ming met a Huang Daxian who was disguised as a human. The other party only took a copper coin from him and let him enter the town. In other words, a copper coin can save a life. There is a whole basin in the secret room.

"Just grab a handful, you can live for a long time in this town." The greed in his heart was stimulated, making Gao Ming dry his mouth, but he just took a second look and immediately turned his head to look for the key.

"Copper coins! So much money!" A guest near the secret room did not have Gao Ming's self-control. After rushing into the secret room, he rushed directly to the treasure bowl. He reached his hands into the bowl and scooped out the money one by one. He took off his clothes to collect it, but some copper coins still fell to the ground.

The crisp sound attracted more guests, and more and more people flocked to the treasure bowl. They were all frantically grabbing money, but it seemed that there were endless copper coins, until someone screamed.

"Don't take my money! This is mine, mine!" He covered his eyes, his skin cracked, and suddenly hysterically grabbed his eye sockets. After his eyes were poked blind, copper coins fell out of his eye sockets that could only see money. The blood-stained copper coins triggered more people's madness.

"Money makes you blind." Gao Ming felt terrified and didn't want to get close at all. He went around to the other side of the bookcase. The ghosts of the dead who escaped from the scriptures were quickly flipping through the books and copying something, as if they wanted to take the contents of the book back in this way and give it to Zhang Mingli.

"That Zhang Mingli is really planning something." Gao Ming followed the ghosts and found that they finally gathered in front of a painting. The old man in the painting had white hair and a youthful face, and he looked like an immortal. He had an extraordinary temperament and had nothing to do with greed. But looking at the text next to him, it was exactly Mr. Tang's self-portrait.

"I've searched everywhere, but there's no key. Did I overlook something?"

Gao Ming stared at the portrait. Mr. Tang's third son ran in at this time. His ears were cut off, leaving only one eye. He paid a painful price to cut off his connection with Mr. Tang: "This painting was made by the old immortal who asked the town's bone painter and soul painter. He was very satisfied with the paintings of the two masters. He didn't want others to let the two masters paint, so he made the bones of the bone painter into a frame, and the soul painter's soul was imprisoned in the painting. His real forbidden food is all in the painting!"

The third son wiped a handful of blood from the broken ear and threw it on the painting. He pounced on the painting like a wild wolf, trying to tear it apart, but the painting was extremely solid.

"Help me, help me! Don't grab the treasures, they are all fake, come and help me!" The third son shouted loudly, and several ghosts grabbed a corner of the canvas, deforming the portrait on the painting, but it was still far from destroying the painting.

"In the painting?" Gao Ming approached silently, without making any big noise. When everyone was about to ignore him, he pulled out a butcher knife from the package and stabbed it hard at the canvas!

As if the blade cut open the human skin, Mr. Tang, who was fighting with the butcher in the courtyard, also screamed.

His body was slashed with the tip of the knife, and countless treasures fell out of the cracks in the canvas. Several children of Mr. Tang all ran to scramble for them, but Gao Ming did not touch those things and directly grabbed three of the keys.

He did not bother to distinguish them and withdrew.

Gao Ming had already sensed the strong killing intent. He used the fastest speed to escape from the secret room and hid in the darkness.

Blood flowers bloomed on the window paper, and a huge eyeball opened above the Shoutang, full of bloodshot, with anger, looking at the secret room with a twisted look.

The eyeball did not look at Gao Ming at first. His brain reacted in a few tenths of a second, and he decisively ran to the door and rushed out of the Shoutang. It was pitch black outside, all the lanterns were extinguished, and there was only a strong smell of blood and stench, as well as a terrible roar in the darkness.

Gao Ming did not choose to escape, and according to the location of the wing room in his memory, he shot out like a sharp arrow.

The heart burst into bloody flames. Gao Ming's speed in the nightmare had exceeded the limit of the human body, which he himself did not realize, and he was completely focused on avoiding disasters.

"You ran away, silly boy." Something in the darkness wrapped around Gao Ming, and a familiar smell of rouge and stench rushed into his nose, and his body was dragged.

The wooden door opened and closed, and what Gao Ming saw was Chun Niang's charming face: "Did you get the things?"

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From the way she addressed Gao Ming just now, it can be seen that her attitude towards Gao Ming has changed. Many men have made promises to her, but only Gao Ming really went over without saying anything and took the things she urgently needed.

"I found three keys. It's dangerous outside, so I don't have time to take a closer look."

"Well done, very well done!" Chun Niang saw the keys in Gao Ming's hand, and the excitement in her eyes could not be suppressed at all. She opened her mouth and wanted to laugh wildly, but because she was still trapped in the Tang residence, she could only shake her body silently.

"Now is not the time to share joy. Master Tang seems to have sealed off the house. A big mouth has grown on the wall. How can we escape?" Gao Ming still remembered the first unlucky guy who escaped.

"I have my own way." Chun Niang got the key to the golden lock and threw the other two to Gao Ming: "Each key in Master Tang's secret room corresponds to a town resident imprisoned by him. These two keys are considered two favors and can help you survive better in Zhemeng Town."