Chapter 551 The Smile on the Face

The deadline is approaching, and the situation is tense.

All six shop assistants gathered around the wall of the main entrance, leaning over a manuscript spread out on the ground.

On this large piece of paper, the regional distribution of the World Heritage Museum was drawn in an extremely neat way.

Tongguan took the pen, squatted on the ground, and continued to write with reference to the information on his mobile phone.

Now the manuscript has been divided into six parts from top to bottom, representing six floors.

The six halls are subdivided into 46 theme exhibition halls, and there are countless small exhibition halls.

And under the negative third floor, Tongguan marked a small area and marked it next to it:

"Collection Library"

After doing all this, the floor plan of the World Heritage Museum has been completely drawn.

Tongguan shook his wrist tiredly, looked up and scanned everyone, and pointed his finger at the "Collection Library".

"Even if the 'skin' painting arrives in a way we can't imagine.

But I still insist that the most likely place for it to appear is in the 'collection warehouse'.

The second possibility is that it has entered the painting gallery on the third floor.

So, the first target of the mission, I put it in the underground warehouse on the third floor."

No matter how weird things are, no matter how many ghosts there are in the museum, the mission of the seventh branch is very simple and clear.

The goal is only the skin.

The plan is to get it at any means and at any cost!

Jin Xi examined the manuscript on the side, closed her eyes and began to build a three-dimensional figure in her mind.

While she was building a disassembled diagram of the museum in her mind, she was comparing it with the huge thing in front of her.

After a moment of silence, she squatted beside Tongguan and pointed to the painting gallery on the third floor.

"We don't have much time, since there are two possibilities.

Then our best way is to act separately.

For example, you lead a team to the collection warehouse, and the rest of the people go to the painting gallery."

The normal plan should be like this.

But Tongguan did not propose this plan, mainly because of Fang Shenyan.

"Fang Shenyan entered the museum in advance, the main purpose is to explore the information of ghosts.

We must wait for him to come back and get the information about ghosts.

Then we will decide whether to act separately."

Hong Fu checked the time on the side, looked up at the museum under the night sky and said:

"But Teacher Fang has been in the museum for more than 40 minutes.

During this period, no word was heard, and it is unclear what he experienced.

There are only five minutes left before the mission begins."

After hearing this, Chen Wen shrank back into the circle of people and whispered:

"He won't be..."

His voice was very low, but Hong Fu still heard it clearly, and he slapped Chen Wen on the head.

"Bullshit!

That's Fang Shenyan, his overall strength is simply the strongest in the store!

Unless he encounters a ghost that can kill him instantly, otherwise, which ghost can kill him silently with just the white ghost mask?"

Not only Hong Fu was dissatisfied, but even Tongguan and others didn't like Chen Wen's words.

Because if even Fang Shenyan could be killed instantly, then they don't have to carry out the mission at all.

Chen Wen didn't dare to speak again this time. He huddled in the corner and remained silent.

The atmosphere became quiet and no one said anything.

The sound of the wind kept echoing in everyone's ears. The door at the main entrance that was pried open by Fang Shenyan was constantly in contact with the wind.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

The metal door frame and the marble wall kept hitting each other, as if playing some kind of countdown.

There were only three minutes left until midnight.

Feng Jiafu, who had never spoken, pressed his messy hair in the wind with his hands and suddenly said:

"Do you think there are other living people in the museum now?

For example, the warehouse manager, the museum security guard on duty?"

...

The last three minutes.

Fang Shenyan finally came to the third floor. He stood in front of the painting gallery, and his mood was a little ups and downs.

The first ghost to appear, Stephanie's smile, was here.

Similarly, the skin bag might also be here.

Everything related to it is inseparable from the third floor of the painting gallery.

At this moment, there were only two passers-by around him.

A bald man and a tall woman.

Four of the six passers-by who were brought here have died one after another.

One in the Porcelain Museum on the underground third floor;

None in the specimen museum on the underground second floor;

One in the Nordic Art Museum on the underground first floor;

One in the Sculpture Museum on the first floor;

One in the Arts and Crafts Museum on the second floor;

Six theme museums, six ghosts, four lives.

Now only the most critical third floor, the Painting Museum, is left.

If it goes as expected, the ghost in the Painting Museum should be the Stephanie Smile.

Fang Shenyan also had a little expectation about how this painting would kill people.

"Are you ready?"

Fang Shenyan pulled the bald man to his side and asked such a question with some unknown mentality.

The bald man had lived all the way from the third floor to now, and he naturally knew what it meant when he heard this.

The huge bald head shook wildly, and hummed in his mouth as if he was not ready.

But the next second, he was pushed into the art gallery of the Painting Museum by Fang Shenyan.

Fang Shenyan followed closely behind, only half a body behind him, and also entered the Painting Museum.

As soon as his feet touched the floor tiles of the gallery, the hairs all over his body stood up.

A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his whole body stiffened for a moment.

The bald man who entered first collapsed to the ground like mud in the blink of an eye.

His clothes and intact human skin were piled on the ground, but there was no trace of bones and blood.

He died too quickly, even Fang Shenyan didn't react.

The next moment, an extremely strong spiritual aura rushed straight towards Fang Shenyan with an almost materialized crushing force.

But at this time, he was already prepared and retreated the foot he had just stepped out to the outside of the door.

With a bang, the door of the corridor was closed again.

Fang Shenyan looked at the dark door, his heart beat very fast, and he was sweating all over without realizing it.

It's been too long...

He hasn't encountered such a sharp and strong crisis for too long.

The ghost in the painting gallery is much stronger than the other five floors. It almost killed Fang Shenyan in an instant.

If he hadn't let the bald man enter the door first, if he had entered the museum with both legs.

I'm afraid that now, all the bones and blood in his body have been drained, and he doesn't even have time to transform into a ghost.

Fang Shenyan stood there, and his heartbeat stabilized for half a minute, and then he looked at the last passerby beside him.

The woman, whose face was already occupied by fear, almost lost her soul when she felt Fang Shenyan's gaze.

She fainted in the high tension and fell to the ground.

"The mission is about to start, and I have a general grasp of the six major theme ghosts..."

Time is coming, Fang Shenyan hesitated for a few seconds, and decided to retreat.

He has already got what he wanted, and the two initial goals have been achieved, so there is no need to go deeper.

The ghost in the painting gallery is extraordinary, and its strength is far beyond the remaining five floors.

Fang Shenyan's body stiffened as soon as he entered the door, but this was not the ability exerted by the ghost at all.

It was just the full display of the spiritual aura, which suppressed Fang Shenyan in place for half a second with a crushing force.

The mission has not started yet. If he rushes in desperately, there is no solution at all.

He can only wait for the mission, wait for Tianhai's intervention, and restrict the ghosts in the painting gallery.

Apart from this, there is no other way.

Fang Shenyan sighed secretly, feeling a little sorry.

He slowly leaned down and grabbed the woman's shoulders, and was about to carry her on his shoulders and take her back.

However, when the woman's body was turned over, Fang Shenyan suddenly felt a sudden pain in his right arm.

The woman's five fingers, which were originally weak on his shoulders, fiercely clasped his arm joints.

Her face gradually turned over, facing Fang Shenyan, revealing a faint and strange smile.

Smile...

In this smile, Fang Shenyan sensed that the strong breath of death was surrounding him tightly.

When he was on the verge of despair, he quickly grabbed a white faceless mask with his other hand.

However, the strength of this ghost once again refreshed Fang Shenyan's cognition.

Just when he took out the white ghost mask, the possessed woman directly pressed down the arm and suddenly exerted force.

Fang Shenyan watched helplessly as his left arm was torn off his body and thrown high into the air.

On the broken arm, he was still holding the white ghost mask that he had no time to put on.

Red blood soaked his face, and the woman's smile slowly disappeared and began to shift.

In the dim moonlight, a strange smile appeared on Fang Shenyan's face.