Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 388 Manuscripts
"Sir, I'm sorry, this is Mr. Devin's private studio, which is not open to the public..."

Just as Fang Xian was about to leave, a group of people came over, and a staff member at the head hurried forward.

"Oh, I'm a little immersed in the great works of art, and I'm a little lost...Sorry..." Fang Xian apologized politely, turned and prepared to leave.

"Roca!"

Stewart and Sharah were also among this group of people. They surrounded Devin and seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Devon, this is the friend I mentioned just now and I want to introduce you to—Rocca...an outstanding writer."

Shara warmly introduced the two sides.

"Hello, Mr. Rocca."

Devon smiled and said hello.

"You can just call me Roca, Mr. Dewen." Fang Xian had to stop, and sighed secretly in his heart.

This Xia La and Stewart really go where there is an abnormal situation.

"Rocca, would you like to visit my private studio?"

Dewen seems to be in a bad mood, and only when he mentions his work and his own works, his eyes are full of enthusiasm: "The works you saw before are far from being great..."

"Will it be too intrusive?"

Fang Xian turned his head and looked at the door.

rustle!rustle!
In his ears, there seemed to be the sound of some insect twisting its body.

Creamy, twisted, disgusting...

It seems that behind this door, there is an unspeakable horror lurking.

"No, no... I originally wanted to show my new friends a tour of my studio. There are no privacy or precious items in it, only a semi-finished product."

Devon is reserved and authentic.

"It's such an honor...I mean...I can't wait..." Shara covered her lips with her hands and let out a pleasant laugh.

"Haha, please."

Devon took out a bunch of brass keys, found one of them, and opened the door lock of the studio.

What appeared in front of everyone was a small studio.

The surrounding wooden shelves are filled with carving utensils such as plaster, tool hammers, and carving knives.

There are some papers piled up messily on the ground, covered with lime and other colors of seasonings, and there are some abandoned sculptures in the corners.

Most of them are incomplete semi-finished products.

There is a woman with a broken arm, a man with only half a face, and a child with a strange smile... At first glance, it gives off a horrifying atmosphere, as if a bunch of real human limbs were randomly discarded in a garbage dump.

"Oh!"

"Is this the sculptor's studio? I think we have something to brag about at the reception..."

Shara and a few women looked around curiously, and finally looked at the center of the studio.

There is also a sculpture there, covered with a white cloth.

Fang Xian lowered his head slightly, as if admiring the white spots on the ground, but in fact, his inspiration had already been strongly touched.

'The scary thing behind the door is that semi-finished sculpture covered in white cloth? '

In his eyes, that layer of white cloth seemed to cover endless terror, and thousands of worms seemed to be wriggling underneath.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you a truly great work of art, although it is only half completed..."

Dewen became strangely excited, grabbed the white cloth, and gently opened it.

What appeared in the eyes of everyone was a semi-finished head portrait of an old man.

The main body of the old man's head is composed of gray-white plaster that looks like stone, and every detail is perfectly presented according to the true ratio of one to one.

The old man's facial features are profound, with some edges and corners of plaster, which are blurred and not fully formed.

But his hair was wild, and his beard fell long and grotesquely twisted, thick as worms.

Generally speaking, this is a weird image with blurred features, beard and hair like worms constantly climbing, wriggling, twisting, and knotting.

The old man's mouth was wide open, and his tongue hadn't been carved yet.

But in Fang Xian's eyes, the old man's head seemed to come alive, and the unfinished tongue also turned into a thick and wriggling flesh worm...

"Huge... Worm... Hymn..."

Some strange words have come to his mind.

It seems that with just one more pen, a line of poetry can be created on the spot.

'No...not here. '

Fang Xian lowered his head and didn't look at the stone sculpture, his spirit immediately calmed down a lot: "It's definitely a supernatural power...but it feels a little different from the 'Bird with Broken Wings'..."

"This……"

Facts have proved that it is difficult for ordinary people to accept this work.

Even if it's just unfinished, some women feel uncomfortable.

"This work, titled - 'Man of Worms'... It was inspired by some manuscripts left by Mr. Caprow, the greatest sculptor in history."

Devon's introduction is generally authentic: "I got some of them, and I got inspiration from them by studying them. What do you think?"

"Is it that master Kepro who has an ominous old age?"

An old man obviously has a lot of research on this: "I remember that the last work of Master Capro seems to be related to bugs... But it is a pity that in history, the sculpture of doom was sealed or closed after it was completed. It was destroyed, and the photos were not even published in newspapers... I still read some corresponding introductions from a gentleman's private diary... It is said that the work makes people feel great and realize their own Small……"

He looked at the semi-finished stone carving, his expression gradually became a little obsessed: "It's like this...so it's like this..."

'One of the idiots who noticed sanity drops. '

Fang Xian remembered the image of the old man and asked for his name when he returned home, so that the investigator could come and read the water meter.

Immediately, he found that the eyes of the people around him gradually changed from disgust.

With some curiosity, some inquiry.

Perhaps it won't be long before all of these gazes turn into fanaticism.

Even Stewart and Shara had obsessed expressions at this time, as if those worms that made up their hair and beard were so beautiful.

"Cough cough!"

Fang Xian came forward and bumped into Stewart hard: "Stewart!"

"Hmm? What's wrong? My friend?"

Stewart dealt with it casually, unwilling to take his eyes off the sculpture.

"I think we've bothered Mr. Devon for too long, and we can't affect his work and exhibition...especially Shara."

Fang Xian deliberately stimulates the person Stewart cares about.

His one-month psychological assault training was not for nothing.

"Yes, and Shara."

Stewart finally moved his eyes away from the statue, saw the obsessed Shala, and suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart: "We should go, yes, we should go... No, let me take another look , just a glance..."

(End of this chapter)