Chapter 158 (1/2)

On the second floor of the manor, instead of the disgusting flesh walls on the previous floor, there is a corridor which looks very luxurious and classical, with oil paintings of various figures hanging on both sides.

The only strange thing was that the corridor was long and dark, and there was no light except a faint oil lamp hanging at the entrance.

”These portraits...” Zhang Ziling walked up to an oil painting and looked at the figures on the wall. It seemed that he had seen them somewhere.

All the people in the painting are pale faces, and their eyes have no pupils. When Zhang Ziling comes to the painting, his eyes will shed blood and tears, and his mouth will have a strange smile.

”I remember...” Zhang Ziling did not linger in front of these pictures, but went straight to the dark.

”Every painting represents a man Wendell killed...”

”It seems that I didn't clean them up last time.”

Now the corridor is dark. Zhang Ziling can clearly see that the eyes of the oil painting figures on both sides of the wall are shining green, and with those strange smiles, the painting is more and more terrifying.

”Boring fantasy,” Zhang Ziling stopped, looked at the portraits around him and murmured: ”do you want me to see these tens of thousands of portraits?”

”I don't have that much time.”

Zhang Ziling reached for an oil painting. Just as he was about to take down the portrait, the figure in the painting moved. His hand directly reached out of the oil painting and grasped Zhang Ziling's wrist.

”Don't take it off...” The figure in the portrait with a strange smile, said to Zhang Ziling hoarsely, holding the hand of Zhang Ziling's wrist more and more hard.

”I've seen hundreds of your paintings, and I don't need to see the ones below.” Zhang Ziling stared at the portrait and said in a cold voice, ”I don't like to do a boring thing all the time.”

The next moment, Zhang Ziling directly took down the painting, and the characters in the painting suddenly screamed.

Not only the painting in Zhang Ziling's hand, but all the characters in the oil paintings in the corridor began to scream, and the harsh screams echoed in the corridor.

”You'll regret it...”

At this time, Zhang Ziling in the hands of the painting suddenly stopped screaming, looked at Zhang Ziling coldly and said darkly.

The next moment, the oil painting in Zhang Ziling's hands ignited, and the characters in the painting were gradually burned by the fire.

”Regret? I'm just saving time. ” Zhang Ziling shook his head with a smile and threw the painting aside.

The next moment, the corridor finally became dark, and those oil painting figures with green eyes closed their eyes.

”Is it coming?” Zhang Ziling's bantering laughter rang out in the dark and silent corridor.

Zhang Ziling's palm lit a bloody flame, instantly illuminating the entire corridor.

”In terms of terror, how dare you ghosts imprisoned by a vampire dare to make a mistake in front of me?”

Around Zhang Ziling, there were countless people with empty eyes. Their faces were bloody and expressionless.

All of them opened their mouths, exposed their dense tusks, and rushed to Zhang Ziling.

Almost instantly, Zhang Ziling was engulfed by countless ghosts.

”This place doesn't belong to you, so...”

”Go away.”

In the corridor, the flame of Zhang Ziling is blazing in the middle.

The bloody flame spread like a plague among tens of thousands of wandering souls.

Shrieking everywhere, the ghosts near Zhang Ziling were burned clean by the bloody flame in a moment.

Zhang Ziling stood in the sea of fire, looking at the ferocious expression of those people, the bloody fire light lit up Zhang Ziling's indifferent face.

”In this way, the ghosts in Wendell's captivity should be almost washed away.”