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"Grandma's target is me, you can't lead her away." The flesh-and-blood Gao Ming was covered with blessing words, and he grabbed his schoolbag tightly: "You hide aside first, I'll lead her into the house, you run first."

Opening the window, Liu Yi found a bed sheet and tied it to the window frame as quickly as possible: "I'll try to see if I can get into other rooms this way."

"Hey!" The two Gao Mings didn't expect Liu Yi to be so mobile. Before they could react, Liu Yi had already grabbed the bed sheet and started to move down. She kicked the window downstairs: "It seems that it can't be opened?"

"Gao Ming! Go home! Go home with me!" Grandma's voice became more and more shrill, as if a knife scraped on the heart, which made people shudder.

The door panel was slapped again and again, and it could be forcibly broken at any time.

When several people in the house were anxiously turning around, the deep corridor was extremely quiet. The Gao Mings in other rooms seemed to be paying attention to the situation here through the door panel.

"That old thing was attracted over there, the last room should be empty." A slight sound came from the door diagonally opposite the last room, and the door was quietly opened.

A strong smell of paint wafted out of this 0715 room, and Gao Ming, who was wearing a school uniform, stood at the crack of the door, observing the outside.

His schoolbag was full of brushes and paints, and the originally clean school uniform was full of colors and absurd and weird paintings.

With a gentle smile on his face, Gao Ming's eyes slowly narrowed. He was extremely happy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise: "It really blended together! Am I Gao Ming now? Or Xia Yang? Hahahaha!"

Painter Gao Ming pushed open the door panel little by little. His room was essentially different from other rooms. Two different decoration styles were forcibly spliced ​​together, and the walls, floors and ceilings were full of weird portraits.

"That clay sculpture divides Gao Ming's past and memory, and counts me as one of them. How can I miss this rare opportunity? This time I may become a real Gao Ming!" With narrowed eyes, painter Gao Ming suppressed his restless heart and looked at the last room: "The clay sculpture alone suppressed something. What secrets are hidden in that room?"

Grandma had left the room. Painter Gao Ming put on his schoolbag and quietly walked into the last room.

Compared with other Gao Mings, he was no longer a question of courage. He was completely a madman.

Stepping on the broken talisman paper on the ground, painter Gao Ming walked quickly through the living room. He glanced at it, then locked the target and went straight to the bedroom.

There were clear footprints and handprints in the white rice on the ground. The red rope on the top of the head would shake as long as it was close, making the bell ring.

Painter Gao Ming was extremely decisive. He didn't stop for a moment and forced his way to the bedroom.

"Let me see what you are hiding!"

Pushing open the doors of the two bedrooms, Gao Ming's bedroom was occupied by huge eyes and erect ears, and on the ground was the scarred flesh and blood heart.

"Both of his hearts are trapped, and the flesh and blood fairy has been stripped out! Doesn't this mean that I also have a chance to occupy the flesh and blood fairy!" Painter Gao Ming's eyes were red, and he turned and entered his grandmother's bedroom again.

The chair fell to the ground, and the broken ropes were all over the ground. Painter Gao Ming looked around, and his eyes finally stopped on the altar: "It's that clay sculpture! The clay sculpture that suppressed Gao Ming and forced him to worship and pray day and night!"

Rushing to the altar at the fastest speed, painter Gao Ming grabbed the clay sculpture, but what he didn't expect was that countless blood threads gushed out from under the clay sculpture, and those blood threads penetrated into the wall and connected to the entire apartment building.

"Blood-red faith threads? It seems that you have killed a lot in order to compete for faith." Painter Gao Ming heard the grandmother's irritable scream outside the corridor, and felt bad. It seemed that as long as he touched the clay sculpture, his grandmother would feel it.

"Oops!" The painter Gao Ming raised his brush, dipped it in the "paint" he had prepared in advance, used the brush in his hand as a knife, and cut off the sticky blood-colored silk thread: "I was affected too much, and my ability was also limited. What is the origin of this god?"

Holding up the clay sculpture, the painter Gao Ming didn't care about anything else and rushed to the living room at full speed.

The grandmother in the corridor was completely crazy. She was covered with corpse spots and wore a bright red dress. She ran to the end of the corridor like a beast.

When the painter Gao Ming rushed out of the room, the grandmother was only a few meters away from him.

"It's really difficult!"

Turning and rushing into the corridor, the painter Gao Ming stuffed the clay sculpture into his schoolbag and ran downstairs.

He kept going down, the floors began to change, the shadows sometimes gathered and sometimes dissipated, and the clay sculpture in his hand seemed to help him break the rules and restrictions in the building!

The grandmother's angry roar spread far in the dilapidated corridor, and the ghost story players and members of the investigation bureau who had entered each room before were also alarmed.

When the painter Gao Ming and his grandmother passed a corridor on the sixth floor, the rules of a certain area collapsed, and the walls and corridors slowly returned to normal. A middle-aged man wearing the uniform of an investigation bureau security officer opened the door. He had a square face and eyes as deep as the stars.

"Gao Ming?" Wan Jie was the first of all the security personnel to leave the room. He could feel that his memory was fading away with time. If this continued, he would forget everything and be left in this abnormal incident forever.

In order to avoid the worst situation, he put away his "gift" and began to study the rules of the building and explore various clues. But who would have thought that the painter Gao Ming would appear at this time.

"Xiangshengyong apartment is shrouded in certain rules. Ghosts break the walls, and the floors circulate endlessly. Each room can be moved at will, and it is arranged like a maze. There is no way to escape..." Characters appeared in Wan Jie's eyes: "Why did he Can you move freely? Can you always find the right way?”

Wan Jie was not in a hurry to join his men, and followed his grandma cautiously.

As more and more people enter the apartment, crisis and chaos arrive.

At the door of room 0715, flesh and blood Gao Ming and "bad" Gao Ming quietly opened the door. After seeing grandma leaving, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so scary. How did you live in the same house with her?" Bad Gao Ming also put on his schoolbag.

"There is a Gao Ming who sacrificed his life to help us lure grandma away." The flesh and blood Gao Ming looked at Liu Yihe behind him and said: "We cannot waste the opportunity he created with his life. You should go to the station as soon as possible!"

"Aren't you going?" Fan Shi was a little surprised.

"Grandma can sense my position. After she kills that Gao Ming, she will come back sooner or later." The flesh and blood Gao Ming thought very clearly: "I will take another path to help you distract her."