If it were an ordinary person, they might have already fled in terror.
Lin Baici didn't even move a toe, standing still, watching the oil painting drip blood. He even had the leisure to toss and catch a hatchet, passing the time away.
Flow!
Flow with all your might!
Let's see if you ghosts will bleed to death!
Believe it or not, the bride in the wedding portrait started to flow blood for about a minute, then it was like a mountain stream swelling after a rainstorm, the flow became thicker, and then the stitching on the neck began to snap, as if it couldn't withstand the pressure.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Lin Baici even heard the sound of the thread breaking.
The dusty bedding quickly became soaked with blood.
This wasn't the end; suddenly, a gush of blood erupted like a volcanic explosion, splashing onto the floor.
Gush! Gush!
Lin Baici still didn't move, his feet rooted to the spot.
