Chapter 3, Sealing (Part 1)

The girl said nothing, but climbed up with resentment. With a flick of her hand, a handgun appeared from nowhere, its dark muzzle aimed at Bao Datong. "My name is Hua Lei, remember it. You dead Taoist, do not block my way. Tonight, I must capture that malevolent spirit!"

The corpse turned its head, smiled at the flower bud, and with a thud, the paintbrush fell to the ground; the artwork was complete

The figure in the painting lacks facial features, yet that blank face is remarkably vivid. No matter from which angle one looks, it seems as though a pair of invisible eyes is watching the viewer outside the painting. There is a blood hole on its neck, slightly open like a baby's mouth, and the shocking red color winds its way to the edge of the canvas, as if blood is dripping from the painting.

Bao Datong understood that this pain was not a physical injury, but rather a damage to his internal strength. He also realized that the gunfire from Hualei was triggered by Zhao Yinyin's sudden arrival, which startled her while she was in a state of mental tension. However, given the situation, he could only find a way to mitigate the impact of this gunshot.

Her true appearance was revealed; she was a girl in her twenties, with a heavy Gothic makeup that obscured her original features.

Meanwhile, a series of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor outside, gradually approaching Studio 205

Bao Datong instinctively turned his head and saw Zhao Yinyin standing at the door of the studio

"Kong Bawa, Miss Sadako." Baoh Hetushucomcom chuckled lightly.

Bao Datong tilted his head to look at her, seemingly finding her very interesting, while his expression carried a hint of amusement and disdain. "My name is Bao Datong, a legitimate disciple of the Maoshan school, and I currently run a magazine company"

"I am Zhao Yinyin and this is her boyfriend," Bao Datong hurriedly replied, feeling the intense pain dissipate, yet it left him as drained as if a typhoon had passed through, taking away all his strength

Bao Datong silently praised, yet he did not move, only revealing his signature invincible smile. He understood that it was not a gun in the ordinary sense, but something akin to a spirit-exorcising gun.

"My goodness! Who painted this? It's simply a genius work, a reincarnation of Van Gogh!" The onlookers completely ignored the corpse and the fainted school beauty, instead expressing excitement and delight at the ghastly painting.

Ah, he is moving! The flower bud is facing the corpse, and out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently sees the corpse painting, which leaves her utterly astonished

One event after another occurred, not even allowing him a moment to catch his breath. It is truly unclear what transpired in this studio on this night

He scratched his head, and when he lowered his hand, his fingers had already lightly drawn an invisible spell towards the red shadow. "Additionally, I must tell you, your illusion is quite poor; do not pretend to be a female ghost anymore, it is very ugly."

His voice came too suddenly, and that group of red clearly did not expect anyone to be in the studio. They were genuinely startled, and their hand slipped, almost causing them to fall from the second floor. "Who are you?" they asked stiffly, pressing hard against the window frame.

"Flower—Miss Bud—" He pressed two fingers on his forehead with one hand to alleviate the strange heat that continued to surge through his head, causing him pain, while extending the other hand towards this unexpected intruder in disguise.

A barely audible sound, akin to a soft sigh, reached his ears, followed by an intense wave of heat that surged into his body from beneath his ribs, as if it had a consciousness of its own, penetrating his heart and heading straight for his brain

Bao Datong let out a sigh of relief; it is a person, the one outside is a person

What a true display of loyalty! After suffering a severe blow to his powers, he actually fled like this. Now, his hearing is impaired, and he cannot discern whether the footsteps are those of a person or a ghost. Moreover, beside him lies a strangely deceased corpse and a fainted beauty. What is he to do in this situation

I—I didn't mean to—" Hua Lei stammered, taking a step back, seemingly in disbelief at the injury of Bao Datong, almost dropping the strange gun in her hand

A strong smell of blood permeated the air, making it difficult for Bao Datong to discern whether it was emanating from the ground or from the painting.

Wow, in this day and age, even ghost hunting has become so advanced at https://mhetushu.com

If you do not respond soon, I will have to call the campus police

"I am going to shoot, and you cannot escape." Hua Lei threatened, but Bao Datong could see that she was all bark and no bite, unable to act.

I am a lay disciple, not a Taoist priest; I can flirt and fight. " Bao Datong said as he cast out the talisman.

The sound of footsteps approached the door of the studio step by step, then stopped

With such a level of skill, are you still out here trying to make a name for yourself? You certainly have a lot of nerve

What if I don't dodge

He took a few steps closer and caught a whiff of a sweet and sour scent; the blood on her chin was surprisingly thick tomato juice. Hmm, it also had a bit of citrus juice added.

Quick, get out of the way

The red image was pushed and fell into the corner

"Remember, Ghost Sister, do not use sorcery to scare people; it is very unethical and not amusing at all. Let's go, there are things here that you cannot provoke" Bao Datong said with rare seriousness

Just as the two of them were at a standstill, the corpse on one side suddenly began to move silently. It slowly sat up, gently lifted the white cloth from the easel, and started to paint. Although its expression was blank, its eyes were lively, as if another person resided within its body

"Who is inside?" shouted the person outside

Click! Click!

However, he suddenly became anxious again, as he could not explain the situation. Those who witnessed this scene would certainly think that he was attempting to commit rape and had killed the brave young man who intervened.

It was a portrait of a person, vibrant and distorted in color, with a dress as dazzlingly red as a flower and hair as dark as the night. The contrasting red and black seemed to compete with each other, vividly coming to life on the canvas, strikingly eye-catching

Creak, the door has opened

Everything seems as if the deceased is depicting their own demise

He hurriedly attempted to block it with his mind and incantations, but it was too sudden and too close; he simply did not have time to intervene. In an instant, he felt a sharp pain in both his heart and the area between his eyebrows, an indescribable agony that made him feel as if every pore in his body was being pierced by steel needles. Although he gritted his teeth and refrained from uttering a sound of pain, he was nonetheless brought to one knee, his body bending down.

He was waiting for the red shadow to crawl in before he could break her half-hearted illusion. Although this was only the second floor, a direct fall from such a height would likely not feel pleasant. As the invisible talisman rushed forward like the wind, the mist offered no basic resistance and instantly vanished, surprising Bao Datong once again.

This piqued his curiosity about the flower bud; who was she? He had been around this city for quite some time, yet he had never heard of such a person.

This portrait appears to be a self-portrait of a long-haired young man, yet it cannot be confirmed, as the subject lacks facial features, leaving the face completely blank

The person outside hesitated for a moment, seemingly assessing the credibility of the statement at https://m.hetushu.com, before pushing the door open and entering

Bao Datong initially did not intend to turn back, thinking it was merely a trick played by Hua Lei. However, in an instant, he distinctly sensed something unusual in the aura behind him, and thus he firmly grasped Hua Lei's wrist, pulling her over to the easel.

He did not mention his name, for no one in this school knows who Bao Datong is, but everyone knows the school beauty Zhao Yinyin

"Enough nonsense, you old bull's nose!" Hong Ying climbed up using both hands and feet, and surprisingly admitted it after being exposed

Dadong! Zhao Yinyin was taken aback, rushing over to help him, but upon seeing the corpse and the "female ghost," she let out a sharp scream and fainted cleanly.

Human imagination is indeed very rich

Hua | Lei stared at Bao Datong, seemingly trying to confirm whether he was dead. Due to her anxiety, the white and black powder on her face fell off in a flurry. When she saw Bao Datong extend a hand, she thought he was going to strangle her in revenge. Without even hearing the rest of his words, she was so frightened that she hurriedly climbed out of the window, instantly disappearing without a trace.

A beam of bright flashlight swept back and forth in the studio, finally landing on Ba Datong's face, illuminating him so that, despite trying to shield his eyes with his arm, he still could not open them.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that women are truly disobedient. Clearly, he had instructed her to wait outside, yet she had come in at this moment to cause a disturbance. Before he could decide what to do, someone had already reacted first.

On the canvas, there was originally a painting that existed; the corpse merely serves as the final touch-up to the portrait.