You look again?

The woman in the portrait looked straight at the person outside the portrait.

No matter which direction you stand, even if you flip the frame over, it will still be facing you as soon as you move your eyes away and then look over again.

An ordinary person would have been scared straight.

No wonder those boys in the astronomy department were scared out of their pants.

If Lingyin's classmates had been more sensitive, they might have been hospitalized long ago. The more sensitive a person is, the easier it is for them to notice this abnormality and then become even more sensitive until they go crazy.

"Well, it's kind of like the Evil God's style..."

Eleazar fades and cracks the frame with a jab.

At that moment, Evelea came out of the bathroom with a slightly odd look on her face.

"There's a hole behind the mirror!"

"Hmm?"

"There's a mezzanine inside the hole!"

"And then?"

"There's a man in there!"

...

Standing in front of the one with the broken hole in the wall the size of a washbasin revealed when the mirror was taken away, Eleazar turned back to her and gave her a blank look.

"It's a dead man!"

"But she's still watching us!" Evelea was full of innocence.

The dry body in the mezzanine, sitting crookedly against the wall, looked straight into the hole with cloudy eyes that hadn't yet decayed.

There was dried blood underneath his body, his arms resting helplessly on his side, his mouth wide open.

Eleazar rubbed his head and envisioned the scene.

A woman collapsed under the corner of a bloodstained wall, her bloodstained hand trembled and raised, and in the dimness, her look should be very painful, as if she had used her last ounce of strength to try to say something ...

"How did she get in?"

Eleazar pokes his head into the hole and takes a closer look inside.

"I want to see it too, I want to see it too!"

Witch yelled, shoving her head in as well.

Eleazar was silent for a moment.

"Aren't you afraid that someone will suddenly come from behind and sneak up on us?"

Startled, the witch's outside hands rushed to cover her buttocks before pulling her head out and looking behind her suspiciously.

On the wall of the bedroom, a portrait of a woman in a black sari, her eyes looking straight at them.

Evelea held her chin and walked back into the bedroom, turning the painting over.

Then turning to walk a few steps, she suddenly turned her head again.

"And you look!"

Removing the frame and dropping it to the floor and stomping it hard a few times, the witch, still not relieved, took out the holy water, dangled the bottle and dropped a drop.

"Bzzz!"

The portrait melted straight away, and in moments all that was left was an empty wooden frame.

She then clapped her hands in satisfaction before kicking the frame under the bed.

Returning to the bathroom, he found Eleazar had withdrawn his head and was thoughtfully resting his chin on something.

"Did you find anything?"

"That one seems to have been put in from somewhere else, I'll go look for it."

Eleazar finished and walked out of the guest room.

Evelea cocked her head and watched as he left himself in this haunted room.

Suddenly, there was the sound of scratching and pulling at the wall from the hole in the wall.

"Jab, jab~"

Evelea then realized that the wall was originally made of wood paneling, just painted with a thick layer of lime.

"Honey, come back, no need to look~"

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Eleazar's voice suddenly came from the hole in the wall.

Evelea was taken aback by how quickly he reappeared inside when he had just walked out.

"The wall is made of wood, we'll just break through it carefully, it won't cause a big commotion."

"Oh, I'll come out then."

A saw, suddenly appeared from in front of Evelea's eyes, then slowly sawed at her neck.

Sensing the location of the other end of the thread of fate, the witch's face grew cold.

"Zip, zip, zip..."

The knife, covered in serrated teeth, was getting closer and closer to her neck, about to wipe her throat before her eyes.

The witch circled around faintly, then suddenly looked down into the hole.

The sound of sawing stopped instantly, and the female corpse leaning against the corner remained in the same position as before, her eyes looking straight up, an unmanned saw stuck in the wall.

"Boring trick."

Evelea turned her head faintly toward the door, listening quaintly to the sound of sawing again in her ears.

Eleazar was slow to return, and the saw had slowly sawed through a curved archway, as if something was about to come out.

"Snap!"

The semicircular planks were pushed back.

The witch turned back and faintly took out the holy water.

A pair of gray palms slowly gripped the edge of the door.

A sparsely-haired and withered sky cap, slowly peeking out, followed by a shriveled forehead, withered yellow hairs that fell to the floor, a half-horizontal, withered face, and those cloudy eyes looking straight at her.

"I'm back."

Eleazar's voice suddenly came from the doorway, and Evelea was distracted for a moment, and when she turned back again, the ghostly face poking halfway out by the cave entrance had disappeared.

"Che..."

Eleazar stood in the bathroom doorway, looking at the saw on the floor, and the arched hole, and asked suspiciously, "You saw that?"

"The ghostly thing in there sawed it and impersonated your voice to scare me."

Evelea bristled.

"Oh, that just saves me the trouble."

Eleazar bent over and dug in.

Crouching in front of the female body, he examined the cause of death a little.

"Well, there's no obvious trauma on the surface of the body, so where is this blood coming from her?"

Eleazar lifted up the tattered blouse, ready to check the inside for wounds, but was caught off guard by a gray palm clasping his wrist.

"Haha..." The witch gloated behind him.

After a second of silence, Eleazar raised his other hand and slapped the female corpse's head three times in place, snapping it backward on the spot.

Smoothly lifting up his shirt, he finally saw the startling opening in the small of his back.

"Her pregnancy nest is gone."

The witch, who was very familiar with female physiology, explained it to him.

"Pregnant, murdered, dumped..."

After the investigation, Eleazar stood up faintly and burrowed out of the cave to wash his hands silently.

The witch stood behind him and seemed to be trying to put the boarded up door back on.

"Don't get it, unless you want to hear sawing at night."

"What the hell is this thing, I just purified a painting." Eleazar shuffles his hands and says quietly, "It's basically a sure sign that it's a cursed object, it's been fully activated, and the power of evil has gripped the entire town, and is changing the place bit by bit."

"Let's call it a night and we'll ask around tomorrow."

"I'm afraid to take a bath alone~" the witch pouted.

...

Surrounded by secrecy, the two sleep peacefully late at night.

Like a couple in love, she snuggled sweetly into his shoulder.

It would have been the perfect date without all those rustling noises around.

"Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da, ta-da ..."

On the table, a doll suddenly beat a dense drum, refusing to stop even when it was momentarily knocked off the floor.

As the drums grew more urgent, while wind rushed in from outside, it seemed as if the door to the room had been opened.

Eleazar faintly covers her eyes.

"Kids don't look at these things!"