I Can Brush Attributes

Hearing Wang Ping's words, Lao Chen ate peanut beans and took a sip of beer.

"After Ah Fu's death, the police and my friend Huo Dong came to call for surveillance that night. At first, it was normal and nothing. When Ah Fu went to the second floor, a very strange and unexplainable scene happened."

"When Ah Fu went up to the second floor, the surveillance filmed the wax figure on the first floor. All the red cloths covered fell off at the same time. It was very strange."

"Then Ah Fu went downstairs, then fell to the ground for no reason, and looked in horror at the angle of view that the camera couldn't capture. In the end, the picture disappeared, as if someone had deliberately cut it off."

Speaking, Old Chen said in a deep voice.

"My friend Huo Donglai is considered a small feudalist, and he has reservations about some folk customs. Covering red cloth is his custom. He thinks that it cannot be caused by the wind."

Hearing this, Wang Ping squeezed his chin with one hand.

"It's interesting. By the way, which local tyrant of the Republic of China does these wax figures belong to?"

Lao Chen shook his head and said he didn't know, so he had to ask Huo Donglai.

At this moment, the old spirit, who happened to stop by and sat down to drink, seemed to think of something, and said suddenly.

"That batch of wax statues should belong to the local tyrant Lin Zhongming from our Pengcheng side in the Republic of China. I heard it from my father's generation when I was a child."

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Pengcheng, Huo Donglai Wax Museum.

At around 8 pm, Wang Ping was sitting on a seat in the wax museum, watching the news on his mobile phone.

After reading the news, Wang Ping found that there have been frequent homicides in Huaxia recently, not only in Huaxia, but also in foreign countries, and it is even more serious.

For example, in a middle school in the island country, the whole class committed suicide one after another. According to the police, the investigation results showed that the students in this class were collectively bewitched to commit suicide.

There are also cases in the United States. For example, a group of dead college students went to a cemetery to have a party. It was suspected that they had destroyed a certain grave, causing the family of the grave to retaliate against the students, cutting them into pieces with a collective chainsaw, and the real midnight burial was dancing, and the hearse formed a group.

Every country has bizarre suspense cases, and China has it too.

"Could it be because of the increase in Yin Qi?" Wang Ping guessed to himself.

The mobile phone is swiping the news, and before I know it, the time has reached 11:20 in the evening.

Wang Ping looked up at the rows of wax statues that should be covered in red cloth not far away.

Da da……

There seemed to be slight footsteps coming from the second floor, Wang Ping looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor.

Without hesitation, he got up and went to the second floor.

The second floor was silent, except for one open window, which made a sound of footsteps due to the night wind.

A red cloth fell on the ground beside the window.

It was a red cloth covering a portrait of a middle-aged rich man by the window, and now it fell to the ground.

Wang Ping picked up the red cloth and covered it over the portrait of the middle-aged rich man, humming a song.

"Sister, you're on the bow, brother... What's up with brother? Oh, brother, I'm licking your butt, hey, hey, hey, hey."

While singing, Wang Ping held the red cloth of the portrait in both hands, twisted his butt and danced in front of the portrait of the middle-aged rich man.

"Sister, sit on the head of the bed, brother is swimming in the cave, um, ah, the head of the bed is swaying."

Ding! Portrait ghost looks confused, attribute +1

Wang Ping covered the red cloth while singing.

Patting the unnecessary dust on his hands, Wang Ping walked straight to the stairs.

At this moment, at the back position that Wang Ping couldn't see, the red cloth covered on the painting of the middle-aged rich man seemed to be supported by an invisible hand.

The moment the red cloth fell and landed on the ground, anyone here would be horrified to discover that the portrait of the middle-aged rich man hanging on the wall was moving.

The portrait is like a lake that is as calm as a mirror, and a drop of water falls into the mirror, causing ripples.

A thin hand as pale as a branch stretched out, and slowly half of the body emerged from the painting, and then a face emerged.

His eyes were full of blood, his hair was disheveled, and his pale face was like a cold corpse.

Upon closer inspection, this grimace looks exactly like the middle-aged rich man in the portrait.

Just when the ghost appeared half-length from the portrait and stuck out his head...

The ghost stopped, his face froze slightly.

It stared blankly ahead.

In front of him, Wang Ping was standing in front of him at some point.

Ding! The portrait ghost is sluggish, didn't the host just go downstairs, why is it still there, attribute +1

One side is the ghost portrait showing half of his body from the painting, and the other is Wang Ping who is standing there quietly watching the ghost portrait.

The two stared at each other silently.

At this moment, Wang Ping suddenly said.

"It's okay, you continue, just treat me like air, and I'll watch it quietly."

Portrait Ghost: "..."

At this point, the air fell silent for a while.

Ding! The ghost in the portrait feels very embarrassing. Am I coming out now or not? Attribute +1

In the end, the portrait ghost crawled out silently, because he couldn't kill Wang Ping without crawling out, so he retracted? Are you kidding me? You don't want to be ashamed.

In the process of crawling out, the portrait ghost was stunned again.

Because on the way to climb out and land, Wang Ping stretched out his hand to hold the hand of the ghost portrait.

"Be careful, the ground is slippery."

Ding! The portrait ghost is extremely embarrassing, can you not be so considerate, I am very embarrassed, stat +1

It can be found that the pale face of the ghost portrait has a tinge of red, and he is blushing...

He now has a feeling that he is regarded as a disabled person and needs the help of community volunteers in order to move easily, and this community volunteer is Wang Ping.

At this time, Wang Ping was still supporting the ghost portrait, with a caring look on his face.

Seeing this, the portrait ghost is sluggish.

Ding! The ghost in the portrait feels insulted, can you please stop looking at me with such caring eyes for the mentally retarded, I am a ghost, not wise, attribute +1

As the ghost of the portrait came out, the air fell silent again.

The portrait ghost stared blankly at Wang Ping, and Wang Ping looked at the portrait ghost.

"What should I do now?" Wang Ping asked suddenly.

The portrait ghost was stunned when he heard the words, but he was speechless.

Ding! The portrait is so confusing, how do I know what you should do, why should you run, I'm a ghost, if you see a ghost, run, run! Attribute +1

Seemingly seeing the eyes of the ghost in the portrait, Wang Ping suddenly realized and clapped his hands.

"Oh! Yes, I should be running now, sorry, sorry."

Saying that, Wang Ping pretended to be very scared and shouted.

"Ah ah ah ah, ghost, ah ah ah, I'm so scared."

Looking at Wang Ping's exaggerated acting skills and the ah-ah sound like a bed, the corners of the portrait ghost's mouth twitched.

Ding! The ghost in the portrait has a sore face, and I really want to say "eat shit" to the host. Attribute +1

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