Chapter 299 Oil Painting
As Cao Yang and Ah Hong walked to the third floor of the tattoo parlor, a ghost rushed towards them. This familiar feeling even gave Cao Yang the illusion that he had returned to the ancient times and was knocked away by a ghost's elbow in the Da'an City Cultural Palace.

However, things change over time. Cao Yang back then was totally different from who he is now.

The ghost, whose appearance could not be seen clearly, just approached the two people within two or three meters when its body suddenly froze and fell to the ground, motionless, as if it had turned into an ordinary corpse.

"The Deathly Supernatural is better, Captain Cao, what do you think?"

Ah Hong at the side raised her eyebrows, obviously she was the one who did it just now.

However, it was difficult for Cao Yang to adapt to the fact that Ah Hong used Li Leping's face to make this expression.

"Is the situation on the third floor already so bad? Are you throwing all the hidden dangers on the first and second floors here?"

Cao Yang was a little confused.

"What else? Throw those ghosts and human skins onto the street? If I really do that, I'm afraid the headquarters will send a captain to kill me in less than ten minutes."

Ah Hong rolled her eyes at him. She knew that this method was only a temporary solution, but not everyone could carry a garbage bag with them like Cao Yang.

"Okay, they all need to be dealt with anyway, so we can just pile them together and solve them."

The corpse on the ground recovered from its stiffness and was about to stand up.

Ah Hong took a glance and kicked it directly. The ghost, who was about to raise his head, fell silent again in an instant.

This time, Ah Hong combined the dual supernatural powers of a sleepwalking ghost and a ghost looking for people. Both of these ghosts were controlled by Li Leping, and both of them were death-defying ghosts that triggered the rules. Combined with the ghost den, they were very suitable for close combat and restricting evil spirits.

"Let's split up. The interior of the tattoo parlor is like a special den of ghosts. It's only bigger than the space we see."

"as you wish."

The next moment, a cold gust of wind and a choking gray-black smoke spread out in two directions in an instant.

The target Cao Yang chose was the oil painting hanging on the wall. The content of the painting was very simple, a beautiful woman in red, and a three-story wooden building behind her called the Horror Tattoo Parlor.

"Last time, I was attracted by the painting, but I didn't notice that the high heels on the woman's feet were also red."

"In this way, your identity will be easy to guess."

"Zhang Youhong, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China."

Cao Yang stared at the oil painting and murmured softly.

However, the woman in the oil painting seemed to understand what Cao Yang said. The corners of her mouth began to rise little by little, forming a beautiful smile on her face.

However, if you take a closer look, you will find that the smile is extremely stiff, like a puppet, giving off a lifeless feeling, and the hands placed in front of him are white and stiff, with patches of corpse spots already appearing on them.

"Then this painting should be a derivative ghost painting."

As Cao Yang finished speaking, the background in the oil painting actually began to change.

It's raining.

No, it wasn't rain, but something gray, like the ashes left after something burned.

Not only that, the originally colorful oil painting was fading bit by bit. The woman's red dress and high heels, and even the terrifying tattoo parlor in the background were fading. A pool of smelly and sticky blood was seeping out of the oil painting, and soon the surface of the painting was completely covered.

This blood is somewhat similar to ghost blood, but not the same. The sticky black blood dripped onto the ground, solidified in the blink of an eye, dried up, and soon dyed the floor black. "If I remember correctly, Sister Hong once gave Yang Jian a bracelet, and that jade bracelet seemed to contain a kind of ghost blood. There is also the sticky blood that seeped out of the ghost cabinet. All signs seem to indicate-"

"There may be more than one kind of ghost blood. Or maybe what Yan Li controls is not complete ghost blood at all."

There was not much blood in the painting. Two or three minutes later, the painting was exposed to the air again. However, this time the bright colors on the painting had completely faded, leaving only a gloomy, grayish picture that looked like a deceased person's portrait.

"That's right. Why make someone who has been dead for a long time look so pretty?"

Cao Yang was still staring at the faded oil painting. The ghost wind did not cause any impact on the painting, and did not even cause it to fall off the wall. This proved the extraordinary nature of the painting.

"Whether it is a ghost painting or not, we can tell it by checking it."

Cao Yang was skilled in art and bold, so he stretched out his hand. His palm was covered with blood, which looked exactly like the blood that had just seeped out of the painting.

This is a contest between ghost bloods.

However, the moment his palm touched the oil painting, Cao Yang felt a tremendous burning and stinging pain. A bloody smoke instantly rose from the contact surface, and a black and red palm print was instantly left on the surface of the oil painting.

Obviously, in this contest, Cao Yang's ghost blood seemed to be at a disadvantage.

"Ghost blood that is stronger than ghost blood, and can even burn my ghost blood clean in an instant? And this oil painting is not a ghost painting, it is just a simple portrait of Zhang Youhong."

At this moment, the beautiful woman in the oil painting actually twisted her head and stared straight at Cao Yang in reality. The scene was as weird as it could be.

Then, the woman opened her mouth slightly and seemed to be saying something.

"Give."

"I."

"Blood."

Based on her mouth shape, Cao Yang barely guessed three words.

"Give you blood? Ghost blood belongs to the ghosts I control. Even if you are Zhang Youhong, it won't work."

Although he didn't plan to use ghost blood to touch the oil painting again, Cao Yang still wanted to dig out the secret of this painting. Although he had learned the truth of the world from Old Qin's diary, there were some things that he was still curious about.

"Without ghost blood, I can only give you other blood."

Cao Yang flashed and returned to the original place carrying the ghost that had been restrained by Ah Hong.

Most of the time, ghosts appear in the form of corpses, and there is blood in the corpses, but it is not fresh enough.

He used his hand as a knife, and the ghost wind as sharp as a blade covered his palm, easily cutting through the ghost's body.

Viscous crimson blood slowly seeped out from the wound. Cao Yang threw the body directly over, but the body was firmly attached to the oil painting and did not fall off.

It was visible to the naked eye that the already skinny corpse was becoming even shriveled. In just a few seconds, it was completely sucked into a mummy by the oil painting.

The corpse's skin was completely bloodless, his face was skinny, and his eyes were hollow, numb, and deeply sunken. He looked like a drug addict who had been drained of his energy.

The corpse, having lost all the blood in its body, fell helplessly, but the oil painting became bright and rich again. Even the face of the woman in the painting became bright and lifelike, as if she would walk out of the painting at any time.

(End of this chapter)