This entry is suspicious.

or……

Is this painting the way out of this predicament?

A thought flashed through Zhou Ran's mind like lightning. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed a magazine from the coffee table, and threw it at the first painting of a giant ocean liner.

"Are you crazy!" Guo Fan screamed upon seeing this scene. In his view, Zhou Ran was deliberately provoking them because he thought they weren't dying fast enough.

Zhou Ran ignored him and stared intently at the magazine.

Unexpectedly, the magazine passed straight through the canvas and fell into the churning ocean depicted in the painting, splashing up a small, silent wave before being swallowed by the giant wave and disappearing from sight.

It worked... Seeing this, Zhou Ran no longer hesitated and stepped forward to touch the third painting.

The next second, I felt a real touch on my fingertips—it was a real canvas, slightly rough.

"Is it no good?" Zhou Ran frowned and continued to search the painting, but still found nothing. No matter how you looked at it, it was just an ordinary painting.

But the other two paintings are strange. Could this painting placed next to them really be an ordinary object?

If Zhou Ran's previous so-called intuition was a lie he used to deceive everyone, then now he truly has a strong intuition telling him that this painting is the way to escape!

"Perhaps it's not the right time yet, and both paintings are still in the recovery phase..." Zhou Ran looked at the two eerie paintings next to him, his eyes flickering. "Or perhaps, we have to wait until the eerie frenzy subsides for four minutes before a way out will appear."

"But less than a minute into this, two Level 1 anomalies have already revived. If the number and terror of these anomalies continue to increase over time, we may not even live to see a way out."

As if confirming Zhou Ran's idea, in the painting of the molten lava inferno, the crimson magma surged even more violently, and a wave of heat emanated from the canvas.

Zhou Ran was right next to him and could clearly feel the heat; this was definitely not an illusion.

The seawater in that ocean cruise ship painting was also gradually overflowing the frame with towering waves, bringing a chilling cold.

"We need to weaken or control these two eerie paintings first..."

After a moment's thought, Zhou Ran quickly walked to the first painting, reached out and grabbed the edge of the frame, trying to take it off the wall.

The operation went surprisingly smoothly; the picture frame seemed to have never been fixed at all, and it was lifted off the wall with a gentle lift.

The moment Zhou Ran took down the painting, he froze.

There was a line of text written in blood on the wall behind the painting!

Congratulations, you've found a way to survive!

"This..." Zhou Ran's eyes widened, unable to hide his shock and astonishment.

"Why are there words here?" At this moment, Su Meilin also noticed the blood-stained words on the wall and was extremely shocked.

"Is it a bizarre attack?" Fang Beichen gripped his sword tightly, ready for battle.

Zhou Ran stared intently at the line of text, a multitude of thoughts swirling in his mind.

The words were written in blood, yet there was no sign of them drying or turning black; they were as vibrant as if they had just been written… Was it a bizarre attack?

But if it wasn't a bizarre attack... was it written by a living person? Was someone else trapped here? And found a way to survive?

Zhou Ran quickly put down the first painting and took down the second painting next to it.

However, there are no words on the wall behind the painting.

He thought for a moment, then looked at the back of the two paintings, but still couldn't find any other writing.

Boom!

Just then, a deafening roar erupted from between the dark clouds and giant waves in the ocean cruise painting, shaking the entire room and further intensifying the eerie revival of the artwork.

Zhou Ran suddenly came to his senses, stopped thinking about it, placed the Lava Purgatory Painting on the ground, and then pressed it tightly on top with the Ocean Tanker Painting.

The moment the two picture frames were joined together, two completely opposite and eerie forces, one icy and damp and the other scorching and burning, collided violently between the frames, like two ferocious beasts engaging in a frenzied battle.

A large amount of smoke billowed from the gaps in the picture frame, half of it hot white steam and half of it pungent black sulfur smoke, intertwined and swirling, making one's eyes sting.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force erupted from between the two paintings, as if two invisible giant hands were simultaneously pushing and shoving from within the paintings, desperately trying to separate them.

Zhou Ran gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and used all his strength to press the two paintings together. Fang Beichen rushed forward, his whole body surging with true energy, and pressed the painting frames firmly with both hands.

Seeing this, Su Meilin and Hu Tian also stepped forward to help, but Guo Fan, who was mentally broken, remained unmoved.

As the four worked together to suppress the tremor, the shaking of the picture frame gradually subsided and eventually stopped completely.

Zhou Ran, panting heavily, looked down at the two paintings pressed together. In his field of vision, blood-red words simultaneously appeared on both paintings:

Damage from the collision; recovery failed.

Clearly, the two bizarre creatures fought to the point of mutual destruction.

Looking at the two entries, Zhou Ran had an answer in his heart: the person who left that line of blood must be a living person.

Moreover, one of these two paintings was very likely left behind by the other party on purpose.

It's such a coincidence that two strange paintings, one afraid of fire and the other afraid of water, are placed here in pairs, making it hard not to suspect that someone did it on purpose.

Using the bizarre to fight the bizarre... this is clearly the work of a living person.

But here's the question: why didn't that person take the painting with them, but instead insisted on leaving it here?

Is it to leave a reminder for those who come after?

Zhou Ran suppressed his doubts for the time being and looked at Cui Jin.

At this moment, Cui Jin was still struggling with the drowned man. As the flames burned, the drowned man's body was getting smaller and smaller, and he was about to be reduced to ashes.

Finally, as the last puddle of sewage was evaporated by the flames, the drowned man was killed by Cui Jin.

Cui Jin cautiously kept the flames burning for a while longer before putting them away.

"Are we safe for now?" Su Meilin asked tentatively.

At least now all the strange occurrences have been resolved.

Something's not right.

Suddenly, Fang Beichen, whose perception was the strongest, narrowed his eyes and looked up at the light on the roof.

The light in the room was gradually dimming, starting from the four corners and then spreading to the areas where the light couldn't reach. The thick darkness writhed like a living thing, silently spreading.

It was as if something was slowly devouring the light from the depths of the source.

"The light... the light is going out!" Guo Fan's voice trembled in the darkness, filled with suppressed fear.

"Use a light spell!" Zhou Ran shouted.

The words are over.

Snapped!

The overhead light went out completely.

The room was plunged into complete darkness.

The next second, a light shone, and Fang Beichen and Cui Jin simultaneously cast a lighting spell.

However, affected by the strange power, the light of the illumination spell appeared exceptionally weak, and the halo spread out shakily, barely illuminating an area of ​​three or four meters around it, while the area further away was still swallowed by thick darkness.

Using the faint light, Zhou Ran subconsciously looked around.

Then, he saw a pale, dead face right in front of him!