Chapter 280: Ghost Painting Under The Women’s Dormitory Building
Because they had Jiang Shan’s information, the three of them did not waste time on the second floor and third floor, but instead rushed straight to the fourth floor.
Apart from the weird footsteps echoing from the stairs, Jiang Shan and the others did not encounter any fierce ghost on the road.
Soon,
the three of them arrived in front of a room on this fourth floor.
“It’s this room. The Dead Face Ghost’s ghost domain cannot invade here. The source of the Ghost Painting is right here.” Looking at the room in front of him, Jiang Shan thought to himself.
Without any hesitation, he immediately kicked open the room door, and in the instant the door was kicked open.
immediately, a sound came from behind the door of something falling to the ground, as if it had collided with something in the room due to the earlier kick on the door.
Jiang Shan looked down.
On the ground was a painting.
There was nothing in the painting, only a piece of pitch black. At first glance, it looked just like a piece of black paper framed in a picture frame, with no patterns or scenes on it.
But unlike ordinary black paper, the black in this painting varied in depth, and the black shadows changed with the movement of the light.
Sometimes like a palm; sometimes like a facial outline hidden in the darkness; but most of the time, the two black spots in this painting were like a pair of black pupils, peeping in the dark.
A very weird painting, but not a Ghost Painting.
“Ghost Painting?”
Seeing the painting on the ground, Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed. His instinct told him that this painting very likely hid a ghost.
Or rather, a ghost was hiding in this picture frame, waiting for the right moment to leave.
However, before Yang Jian could pay more attention.
“That’s not a Ghost Painting. Why are there so many paintings here?” Chen Hao suddenly said in a grave tone.
He was somewhat astonished upon entering the room and seeing the numerous oil paintings on the walls.
In his memory, the source Ghost Painting appeared as an oil painting, hanging alone in a certain room on the third floor.
And on the walls, or even on the ceiling, all kinds of paintings were hung, varying greatly in size, with different contents in each.
There was only one thing exactly the same.
That was, the backgrounds of these paintings were all very weird, revealing a inexplicable sense of oppression in the dimness, making one feel uneasy deep down.
“It’s right here. Adjust your own states.”
After reminding them, Jiang Shan walked into this room without any hesitation.
And Yang Jian and Chen Hao, who followed closely behind, looked around after entering the room, both searching and staying vigilant.
“The source Ghost Painting isn’t here?!”
Chen Hao, who was constantly on guard against Ghost Painting attacks, quickly scanned the room, but he suddenly discovered in astonishment that the room surprisingly did not have that oil painting he had once seen.
“Wait, what is this…”
Chen Hao saw a painting hanging on the wall. The overall background in the painting was extremely dark, but faintly within that darkness, one could see it was inside a building.
However, what drew his attention most was not the pitch-black background, but that the painting depicted a segment of dilapidated stairs.
Those stairs floating in mid-air, one end submerged in darkness, the other extending to the very bottom of the picture frame.
And on the stairs seemed to stand a person, a blurry humanoid outline, like that Ghost Shadow, impossible to see clearly.
“These stairs are the ones we just walked on. It seems that those stairs very likely ‘spread’ out from this painting.”
Yang Jian, who also saw this painting, instantly had a grave expression.
The weird stairs in the painting were exactly the same as the wooden stairs they had just stepped on.
No,
this painting was perhaps painted based on those stairs.
Or rather,
because of that segment of stairs in this painting, stairs similarly appeared in the Ghost Painting World.
Chen Hao’s eyes flickered as he said: “Painting within a painting? Then isn’t that Ghost Shadow in the painting the ghost on the stairs?”
Actually, whether that segment of stairs appeared in the Ghost Painting World because it was painted, or whether it was presented in the painting because it existed in the Ghost Painting World, this did not surprise the two of them.
The most important thing was,
that invisible ghost on the stairs was also faintly presented in this painting.
And this was very weird.
Because the appearance of the Ghost Shadow in the painting explained two crucial issues.
Either everything that appears in the Ghost Painting World can affect the content presented in the oil paintings; or whatever is painted on the oil paintings will appear in the Ghost Painting World.
Simply put,
which is it: do the oil paintings affect the Ghost Painting World, or does the Ghost Painting World affect the oil paintings?
If it’s the latter, then it’s irrelevant and won’t affect their subsequent actions;
But if it’s the former, then it means the pattern of the Ghost Painting has a crucial connection with those weird oil paintings.
And at this moment,
Jiang Shan stopped in front of a painting, his brows tightly furrowed as he tried to discern something from it.
Chen Hao, who was searching separately in the room, soon discovered another painting.
It was an old-style rural living room, with a black-screened big-backed television in one corner of the living room.
In front of the television was an old wooden rocking chair, empty on the rocking chair, as if the ghost that was originally sitting on the sofa had disappeared.
An inexplicable sense of familiarity made Chen Hao’s face change drastically. He was very certain that the living room in the painting was his grandfather’s rural old home where he grew up.
“What a joke? How could Grandpa have anything to do with the Ghost Painting?”
Although the room was hung full of all kinds of weird oil paintings, most of those paintings occupied large spaces.
After the two entered, they had only looked at a few; the paintings in front were impossible to see clearly due to distance and angle, and standing behind Jiang Shan, they could only see a picture frame hanging on the wall.
The contents of those paintings were invisible, and to see more, they had to go deeper into this room.
But Jiang Shan’s current weird behavior of standing motionless in front of a painting with furrowed brows was hard to ignore for Yang Jian and Chen Hao.
The two quickly walked over.
When Yang Jian saw the content of that painting, his pupils suddenly contracted. Somewhat in disbelief, he stared fixedly at this large-area painting.
This painting was very long, almost occupying sixty percent of the wall’s area.
The background in the painting was a cluster of university dormitories, but what was truly painted was a building.
A building shrouded in a dim world.
The building in the painting looked somewhat old, with classic blue-green paint on the walls, rows of windows neatly aligned, exuding a familiar sense of uniformity and rigidity.
“Beijing Film Academy? Miao Xiaoshan’s school?!”
