Paintings of Terror

Everyone fell silent.

What kind of person, what kind of hatred, is going to curse the whole family to the point of cutting off their offspring and the whole family?

Even the last person in the family who had died was not spared. They were all corpses lying in coffins, and they were even forced to be struck by lightning.

"Maybe, the signature or the seal is hidden in the truth behind the whole incident." The doctor said, "Perhaps we can find the seal by finding the person who cursed this family."

"How to find it? It's already dark now, so there's no way to find it!" Liu Yufei tugged at his hair angrily and anxiously, and the greasy braid at the back of his head was twisted and twisted.

"I'll get that old man out and ask." Ke Xun said as he strode to the door of the inner room and knocked hard a few times, but there was no movement in the room.

"Smash! Smash open the door!" Liu Yufei blushed anxiously, picked up the chair in the room and rushed over, swung it up and slammed it hard on the door.

Ke Xun was almost swung by him, so he took two steps aside and let Liu Yufei slam the door like crazy, but the wooden door was as hard as iron, and the chair in Liu Yufei's hand was smashed to pieces. Smashed the wooden door for a little damage.

"It's useless," the doctor shook his head slightly. "Looking at it like this, it's impossible to open the door. Just check the time."

Ke Xun took out his mobile phone from his pocket, but it still showed that there was no signal, and it was already past nine o'clock.

"From [-] o'clock in the evening, we officially enter the so-called 'Rending' period in the twelve hours." The doctor said, "Rending means that the night is dark, people stop activities, and prepare to rest. No matter how we hit the door, The old man has already entered the state of 'human being', and it is impossible to carry out activities anymore, we missed the time to ask him, so we can only wait for tomorrow."

"How can I wait until tomorrow! Tomorrow I will die!" Liu Yufei roared, still desperately kicking the wooden door with his feet.

The doctor shook his head and looked at the others: "At this time, even if you ask other villagers, no 'people' will appear."

"What to do... what to do..." Wei Dong looked at Ke Xun in despair, his lips trembling.

"When are you not allowed to walk outside the prescribed places?" Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran.

"I'm not sure." Mu Yiran looked at him, "The first two paintings I entered were different from this one after all, but in principle, you are usually not allowed to walk around after eleven o'clock at night. , it’s already Zishi.”

"I'll look for it at the locust tree again." Ke Xun said and strode out the door.

He believes in fate, but never accepts fate.He always believes that fate can be changed by himself.

Mu Yiran stared at his back, not moving for a long time.

Wei Dong wiped his eyes with his hands, and ran out of the room staggeringly, Mu Yi suddenly turned his head to look at the rest of the people, and also stepped out of the room.

The rest of the people also followed out the door one after another, leaving only the mad Liu Yufei, still smashing the wooden door desperately.

At night, the village is so dark that you can't see your fingers, and the air is filled with thick fog and the smell of thunderstorms.

Ke Xun found under the locust tree with the light of his mobile phone. Under the faint light, the thousands of ghost faces on the locust tree seemed to be alive, pale and hideous.

Ke Xun climbed up the tree, climbed dangerously among the branches, and tried his best to find suspicious traces. The people who followed behind did not dare to waste any more time, and they split up to search.

In the atmosphere of depression, anxiety, tension and fear, time passed by at a fast or slow pace, until a cell phone rang coldly, the doctor took a breath and sighed softly: "It's still 10 minutes away. It's eleven o'clock, just find it here, if you don't have time to go back, I'm afraid it will be dangerous."

This sentence was heard in everyone's ears, and it was extremely cruel.

Even if you are not reconciled, there is no way to continue to delay.If you go back, you may still survive, but if you don't go back, you will definitely die.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and finally walked with heavy steps to where they should go.

Wei Dong was so distraught that he couldn't move his legs for a long time.

Ke Xun clenched his fists and slammed it hard on the tree trunk. His chest heaved heavily for a while. He gritted his teeth, came over and grabbed Wei Dong's shoulders, and led him to the Li family's house. , went straight to the direction of the mourning hall.

Mu Yiran sensed something was wrong, grabbed Ke Xun's arm, and asked him in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

"I'll be with Dongzi in the mourning hall tonight." Ke Xun said word by word.

"You are courting death." Mu Yiran stared into his eyes coldly.

"I don't seek death, death will seek me, it's the same." Ke Xun met his gaze expressionlessly.

"Arrogance can't solve any problems." Mu Yi said coldly.

"Maybe." Ke Xun also said coldly, "But let me watch my brother die, I can't do it. I would rather die with him, and before I die, I have to figure out what kind of shit it is If it wants my life, even if I'm powerless to resist, I'll spit blood all over my face before I die."

"Listen," Mu Yiran let go of his arm, suddenly grabbed his front, and pulled him to the front with all his strength, "I don't care how you want to die, but if it involves me, I will I will not agree. It is stipulated that two people are in the firewood room, so both must be in the firewood room. Unless one person dies beforehand, the other person will also suffer double backlash. Of course, what will happen to me, you If there is no obligation to be responsible, then where there is such a disagreement, there is only one way to resolve it."

Before Ke Xun could ask a question, Mu Yiran suddenly slashed and slashed with his other hand at lightning speed, hitting the back of his neck. Ke Xun didn't even have time to dodge, so he didn't say a word. The ground fell on Mu Yiran's body.

Mu Yiran grabbed him and looked at the trembling Weidong.

"I'm sorry." Mu Yiran looked at him, "I think you and he should have understood a long time ago, from the moment we entered the world in the painting, our lives were already hanging on our hair, we will not die in this night , or die in the next night. What is even more hopeless is that even if you leave this painting, you will enter the next painting, just like me, and you don’t know when it will end. If forever Can't it end?"

Wei Dong's body trembled violently, almost unable to stand still.

"If this is the case, there seems to be no point in struggling so much to live." Mu Yiran's voice was still cold and calm, "But you have to try, maybe after leaving this painting, there will be no more troubles." One. So, in my opinion, there is hope if you can continue to live, and it may not be a relief if you can't continue to live. I hope I can make you feel a little bit better by saying this.”

"...I..." Wei Dong opened his mouth, but he could only utter a trembling vague syllable.

"Go in, time is running out." Mu Yiran was so calm that it was almost cruel.

Weidong seemed to have completely lost his subjective initiative. Hearing what Mu Yiran said, he turned around and staggered towards the mourning hall.

Mu Yiran watched him take a few steps, looked down at the frowning Ke Xun who was fainting in his arms, his eyes flickered, he chased him behind Weidong, and whispered in Weidong's ear. Said: "After you enter the house, you find a corner and lie down, tuck your head into the collar, don't show anything outside the collar, including your hair, and then don't move, no matter what you hear, no matter what you touch Come on, absolutely don’t move, if there is movement around you, try to hold your breath.”

Wei Dong looked at him hesitantly.

"It's just a method I conjectured, it hasn't been proven, and I'm not sure if it will work." Mu Yiran's voice was lowered, "Don't have too much hope, this is just a conjecture of a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

Wei Dong turned around and staggered into the mourning hall.

Ke Xun was awakened by a dull thunder.

When I opened my eyes, it was pitch black all around, and I was about to move my hands and feet, but was held down by a hand, and a very soft voice came from my ear: "Don't move, it's coming."

Ke Xun instantly recalled what happened before he fainted, and became anxious, struggling to sit up, but Mu Yiran grabbed his throat with one hand and pressed him hard to the ground.

"Weidong can't die. If you move around again, I'll knock you out again." Mu Yiran's voice was so low that he could hardly hear it, but he could still feel the chill in his voice.

Ke Xun forced himself to calm down, lying motionless on the cold ground.

After a while, the surrounding movements slowly entered the ears.

It was a strange, rustling sound.

It wasn't the sound of paper, nor the wind blowing dead branches or the sound of a door leaf, it sounded like something was slowly wriggling.

Mu Yiran's hand let go of Ke Xun's throat without a sound. The moment his fingertips left Ke Xun's skin, Ke Xun felt the coolness on his fingertips.

It turns out that this person will also be nervous.Ke Xun thought to himself, it seems that the thing that made the wriggling sound was higher in magnitude than the pair of paper figurines.

Suddenly, Ke Xun reached out and took Mu Yiran's hand.

As soon as the two hands touched, Ke Xun froze, and noticed that Mu Yiran's body also froze.

Ke Xun didn't expect the body's stress response under fear. Fortunately, it's an emergency now, otherwise he might have had his throat cut off by Mu Yiran.

However, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran didn't move, because the squirming sound was already very close.

The two breathed lightly at the same time, and Ke Xun could feel that Mu Yi suddenly let the two of them hide behind the firewood pile. The voice was moving slowly outside the firewood pile, as if patrolling, and suddenly stopped. At the position of the heads of the two, the surroundings suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Ke Xun's scalp exploded, and he quickly held his breath.

The surroundings were so quiet that he could hear his heart pounding hard against his chest.

Ke Xun began to worry that the beating of the heart was too violent, whether the sound could be heard by the 'thing' outside the pyre.

In the dead silence, every second passed slowly and viscously, and an invisible, huge, and ominous premonition pressed down on Ke Xun more and more heavily.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Just when the air in Ke Xun's lungs was exhausted and he could hardly hold his breath, there was a "click".

A piece of firewood in front of him fell down by itself.

The author has something to say:

For Ke Xun, who entered painting for the first time, everything is ignorant, unreal, and seems to be overcome by trying hard. Therefore, with an old driver like Mu Yiran who has entered painting, there must be awareness in the early stage And the conflict of ideas, I think, the coexistence of fear and fearlessness, impulsiveness and passion, this kind of performance is more like a normal reaction of a novice. fun~

Therefore, our male protagonist Ke Xun will grow up, he will become stronger and more stable, and will make someone's iceberg melt more and more, and his relationship will glow~

Please wait and see, little fairies, Xunyue's son is also your son, let us raise this baby with our own hands, and send him to marry in a beautiful way~~

ahhh~~~