Ouyang Qinglin's vital essence seemed to be siphoned away. If he remained unconscious any longer, his death was almost certain.
Everyone looked at the portrait in shock, knowing there was no turning back.
Gu Qianying stood up in anger, "I will enter the painting world and save him."
They couldn't enter with ordinary strength, but what about bloodline power?
Gu Qianying quickly cut her palm with her finger, drawing blood.
She then pressed the blood onto the woman in the painting.
The portrait soon changed, transforming into a vortex, becoming an entrance.
Gu Qianying stepped into it swiftly.
Nangong Mo, worried about her getting hurt, followed closely behind.
Meng Qinghua and Du Chun were about to enter as well.
Nangong Mo's voice came from within, "Take care of our bodies and prevent a surprise attack from the female ghost."
The two quickly stopped, hurried backward, and vigilantly scanned their surroundings, their eyes blinking slowly downwards, lest they miss any clue.
Meanwhile, within the painting.
Ouyang Qinglin was already immersed, unable to extricate himself.
The woman before him bore Gu Qianying's face. Gu Qianying was beautiful, possessing exceptional looks, and with the female ghost's delicate affectations, she exuded an even more alluring charm.
The female ghost sat on the bed, her voice soft and tender.
"My good husband, come here! We are getting married today, are you happy?"
Ouyang Qinglin was ecstatic, something he had never dared to imagine.
He never thought he would one day marry Gu Qianying.
They would be like mandarin ducks, a pair for a lifetime, never separating.
He was so moved that tears streamed down his face, disregarding reality and hardship.
He only cared about the present moment.
The woman he loved was by his side, about to marry him.
The scene shifted, and he was already wearing wedding attire. Though the setting was festive, he appeared withered and emaciated.
His vital essence seemed to have been completely drained, leaving only a skeletal frame.
Yet, he remained oblivious, his eyes still filled with affection, constantly confessing his love to the person before him.
"Do you know how much I've wanted to stay by your side all these years, but you never had me in your heart? You only had that man, that person."
He was, of course, referring to Nangong Mo.
But he quickly came to his senses, laughing heartily, completely lost in madness.
"What Nangong Mo?"
He sneered, flicking his sleeve, feeling utterly at ease. "He's just a defeated foe. Now, only you are with me forever."
He moved forward quickly, embracing her tightly, feeling the warmth in his arms, and Ouyang Qinglin was lost in the moment.
The woman smiled coquettishly again, her delicate hand resting on his shoulder.
"Husband, today is our big day, why speak of that person? I don't like him anymore. Now, my eyes are only on you."
The woman then hooked Ouyang Qinglin's chin with her fingertip, a flicker of greed appearing in her eyes.
Ouyang Qinglin remained completely unaware.
He seemed nervous, quickly turning sideways, acting very shy.
"But we are not yet husband and wife, I dare not do this."
Although deceived by the dreamlike illusion, Ouyang Qinglin firmly believed he could not touch Gu Qianying, that he was not worthy.
The woman became impatient and clung to him again, "Husband, you are already my husband. It is only natural for us to have such intimate moments."
She was anxious, wishing she could directly devour Ouyang Qinglin.
Ouyang Qinglin's heart was finally stirred. He swallowed nervously, his voice trembling slightly, "Is it really like this!"
"But why do I always feel that this is fake?"
A killing intent flashed in the woman's eyes. She had used all her strength, and this brat still had his own will.
But this was also good!
The female ghost grinned. Such a powerful person, once her entire strength was absorbed, she too would ascend to a higher level.
"What fake, what real, this is real."
She lunged forward frantically, preparing to bite Ouyang Qinglin's arm.
Although Ouyang Qinglin felt pain, influenced by the illusion, he had already lost his autonomy. He stood there numbly, saying nothing.
At this moment, the entire painting began to distort.
Gu Qianying and Nangong Mo finally fell into it.
Upon seeing this scene, they both shouted, "You shameless woman, release him immediately, do you hear me?"
The female ghost was truly surprised.
Only those with strong obsessions could enter this painting. How did they arrive so silently, without her noticing?
She suddenly noticed a wound on Gu Qianying's wrist.
The female ghost immediately understood, "So that's how it is. Do you know that entering with a wound will cause your internal strength to be repeatedly devoured by me, leading to your death?"
"With your current state, you will likely die a more gruesome death than Ouyang Qinglin."
Nangong Mo's gaze turned cold. He quickly moved in front of Gu Qianying, warily facing the female ghost.
"Release him."
The female ghost laughed again. This was within the painting; how could she tolerate their arrogance?
"Ridiculous. You entered here, and there is nothing but death awaiting you. Yet you dare to speak so boldly? You won't even know how you die!"
Gu Qianying did not rush to attack, pulling on Nangong Mo's sleeve.
She whispered, "Don't rush. The painting arose from Ouyang Qinglin's obsession. We only need to take him out. Do not cause any trouble here, or everyone will die."
Nangong Mo nodded heavily, "Understood."
Although he suppressed his killing intent, his grip on his weapon did not loosen.
Ouyang Qinglin finally awoke amidst the chaos.
He looked around in confusion, suddenly seeing two identical people.
"Who are you both? Why are there two Gu Qianying?"
Nangong Mo's eyes darkened. He should have known that Ouyang Qinglin's obsession was with Nangong Mo.
Although he did not wish to reveal it, he still felt a pang of annoyance, his fingers tightening on his weapon.
Gu Qianying didn't overthink it, wanting only to pull him out.
She clapped her sleeves and anxiously told the person before her, "Don't be deceived by this female ghost! She is not me."
"She is merely a figure in the painting, an obsession luring you. Do not be fooled by this person, or all your strength will be drained, and you will die."
The female ghost's figure was alluring. Fearing that Ouyang Qinglin would truly awaken, she quickly wrapped herself around him, her tone sounding exceptionally wronged, "Husband, these two are truly terrifying. How can they speak of us like this?"
"That one is the fake."
Gu Qianying felt a blockage in her chest. What was this woman doing, wearing her face?
"Stop talking nonsense here. Although you can imitate my face, you are ultimately a demon, not a human."