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He didn't expect that Eliot's previous description of Pickman was not mixed with any falsehood, and the first painting he saw was enough to frighten his blood to the point of coagulation.

The title of this painting is "Lesson", the background is in a church cemetery, using unusually dark tones, it can be seen that at night, a group of unnamed, dog-like creatures squatted together in the open space of the cemetery circle, teaching the human children in the middle to learn to eat like them.

For a moment, Xia Ren thought of ghouls.

Wizards and witches will help ghouls replace their cubs with human families so that humans can help them raise them up, but what will happen to those human babies who are replaced with ghouls? Never thought about it.

But when he saw the painting in front of him, together with the name of the painting, some terrible thoughts suddenly exploded in his mind, which brought indescribable fear and uneasiness.

Those human children would be brought up by ghouls in such a horrible way, just like humans teaching ghoul cubs to learn the knowledge in the classroom!

What makes Xia Ren even more unacceptable is that these human babies will gradually degenerate after growing up in this environment, and finally become the same as those ugly creatures without names around them.

Follow the reasoning, and you can get a fact that you don't want to admit.

Those dog-like things were originally humans!

For a moment, his mind was a little confused, and he couldn't tell whether it was degeneration or some kind of evolution. When he thought of the possibility of human beings becoming that disgusting creature, he felt nausea in his heart.

"Pickman is indeed not a normal person. If the creature in the painting is really a ghoul, then he, like Zhang Xiang, is a cub replaced by a ghoul into a human family."

Thinking back carefully, in my memory, my little brother-in-law was really outstanding in appearance, with an indescribable evil charm in every gesture, and even just a few short encounters, Anna developed a strong liking for him.

Fortunately, their family did not live together...

Xia Ren shook his head, put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and looked at the next few paintings.

Most of the backgrounds of these paintings are barren cemeteries, cliffs by the sea, or dark woods. For a painter of horror style, it seems to be a common thing, and there is nothing to make a fuss about. These figures in the background.

They, or they—Xia Ren didn't know how to describe them. The seemingly rich vocabulary of human beings became barren at this time.

In short, those figures will definitely not be human beings, their appearance is incomparably crazy and deformed, and they are always eating pervertedly - gnawing and biting human corpses.

Looking at those pictures, Xia Ren felt as if he was present at the scene, and he could clearly see their cursed faces, the look of disdain on their faces, and the saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths.

The air they exhaled was foul-smelling, as if spraying it on Xia Ren's face!

He suddenly pushed away the oil painting frantically, staggered back a few steps, couldn't bear it anymore, bent over and vomited.

"what happened to you?"

Eliot hurried forward and patted his back gently, trying to make him more comfortable.

Xia Ren's eyeballs trembled and his brain was in a mess. He completely forgot what he was doing just now, as if he was really staying beside those monsters and watching them eat.

Elliott's shouts made him escape from the terrible nightmare, and he looked around, as if there was something terrifying in the darkness that was always preparing to attack him.

Although Xia Ren became more rational and knew what he was doing, he still couldn't drive out the fear in his mind. They were like maggots digging into carrion, entrenched in the bottom of his heart, torturing his spirit all the time.

He is very clear that he has been irreversibly polluted, and the pollution resistance of this body is still too low after all.

Those dog-like things are really all ghouls.

Xia Ren grabbed Elliott's arm and stood up. He still didn't look at the last painting.

Eliot noticed his intention and stopped him: "You can't watch it anymore."

"Go away!"

Xia Ren didn't know where the strength came from, and pushed him away, hitting the wall, and then came to the painting by himself.

It was a family portrait. In an old-style house, the whole family was sitting and chatting happily. The rest of the people behaved normally, but there was only one person, undoubtedly the youngest son of the family. His face and The faces of other family members are different, it is an indescribable ugliness, one can't help but want to escape at a glance, but the horror is that that face is very similar to Pickman's face in memory , It can even be said that it was carved out of the same mold.

Realizing this, Xia Ren opened his eyes wide again to look at other people.

They turned out to be Anna's husband and his family in memory.

Pickman already knew his own parentage.

He is the cub replaced by the ghoul!

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Chapter 536 Ancient Dream: Well Mouth

"Anna..."

Eliot clutched his chest and stood up from the ground with a face full of pain.

He didn't complain about Xia Ren pushing him away, but asked worriedly: "Your mind has been affected by the painting, you can't watch it anymore."

Xia Ren hadn't recovered from the fear of knowing the truth, his limbs trembled and his heart was pounding.

He looked at Elliot, who was pushed against the wall by himself, but still worried about him, and his mood calmed down somewhat.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it just now."

Elliott coughed twice and waved his hands: "You don't have to apologize to me, it's because I shouldn't have approached you casually when you were mentally unstable, and scared you, right?"

Looking at his expression, Xia Ren sighed inwardly.

It had only been a few hours since the two met, and he was so tolerant of himself, I really don't know why.

"Since Pickman is not here, let's leave quickly." Elliot suggested.

Xia Ren's emotional change just now made him a little uneasy, especially when he looked at the last painting, the expression on the other person's face was so shocking that he couldn't add it up, just like he glimpsed the real devil from the painting .

Xia Ren nodded and was about to leave when he suddenly discovered a suspicious point.

There are paintings and easels in this room, but no painting tools.

There are no paintbrushes, paints, and liquids for mixing paints.

It seems that this is just a place to store paintings, not a real studio.

A thought came to mind: Pickman's studio was not here, but somewhere else.

In the dark, as if something was guiding him, he moved his gaze to the corner of the room, where there was no wall lamp, and there seemed to be some terrible secrets hidden in the thick darkness.

There was a faint sound in the ear, as if many people were talking in a low voice, the sound came from a certain direction.

Xia Ren opened his eyes wide, with a look of madness looming in his eyes, and walked uncontrollably.

He came into the darkness, stroked the cold and damp wall, and accidentally touched a door.

When he got closer, he saw that it was a wooden door. Due to the long time and the damp erosion in the basement, the door had begun to rot, and the ravines on it were as dense as old people's wrinkles. At the same time, the voice just heard disappeared behind the door as he approached.

"Anna!"