Paintings of Terror

Seeing the three locust trees left behind by the crowd, the grimaces on the trees have been completely stripped from the trunk, and thousands of ghost heads are swarming, twisted and ferocious, vying to be the first to chase after the crowd. , the messy hair was tangled into a ball, dragging behind into a cloud of hairy mist, the slow-moving ghost head appeared and disappeared between the tangled hair, the facial features were violently grey, and the dry face was full of hatred. You can't catch up with the person in front of you right away, so you can eat the meat and drink the juice alive.

The pancake boss and Ma Zhenhua were so frightened that they failed to get up after crawling for a long time.

Ke Xun turned his head, turned around, grabbed the pancake boss by the collar and ran away.

He was unable to help two people, and he often did weight-bearing running exercises when he was in school. The weight of an adult was already his upper limit.

Seeing that Wei Dong also turned around and wanted to drag Ma Zhenhua, Ke Xun scolded him back: "Can you drag him, you idiot?! Do what you can, run away!"

Wei Dong hurriedly turned around and continued running, but Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun, turned around and dragged the paralyzed Ma Zhenhua.

"Can it work?" Ke Xun asked him.

"It seems that you have forgotten who put you down the first night." Mu Yiran replied lightly.

Ke Xun laughed and winked at him: "Don't be complacent, I just let you get it because I was unprepared. If you come face to face, it's not sure who will overwhelm the other."

Seeing that Mu Yiran's face turned cold, she strode ahead of him.

It was fun to tease him.Ke Xun thought to himself.

The ghost who is chasing closer and closer behind him makes people feel very boring.

Accompanied by the strong wind and screams, the group of ghost heads almost caught up with Zhang Maolin who was running at the end. The ghost bit off a shoe.

Zhang Maolin subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw that the ghost who bit off his shoe was Liu Yufei, who was grinning ferociously at this moment, showing his small blue and white teeth, and rushed forward again screaming.

"Help me—help me——" Zhang Maolin staggered forward desperately, and grabbed Ma Zhenhua's trouser leg when he climbed up the steps of the viewing platform.

Ma Zhenhua was dragged away by Mu Yiran until he finally recovered his motor nerves when he entered the fire viewing platform. He climbed up with all his limbs, but was caught by Zhang Maolin. He refused to let go.

"Let go! Let go!" Ma Zhenhua's eyes were tearing apart, he stared at Zhang Maolin with hatred, and tried hard to break free.

"Save me - please - save me -" Zhang Maolin's eyeballs protruded out of the eye sockets due to extreme panic and begging, which made his face look extremely distorted and terrifying , He used all his strength in his hands, as if he wanted to drag Ma Zhenhua off and throw him into the pile of ghosts behind him, so that he could block the ghosts' pursuit first instead of him.

"I'll give you money—I'll give you money—I'll give you all of my wealth—I have [-] million—I'll give you all—save me—save me—" Zhang Maolin cried out in a shrill voice It can almost pierce the human eardrum.

"Let go—go to hell! Go to hell!" Ma Zhenhua looked anxious, and kicked Zhang Maolin's face and throat fiercely with his feet.

One foot, two feet, ten feet.

One foot was heavier than the other, and the other was more ruthless, until the last kick with all its strength kicked Zhang Maolin's throat, causing him severe pain and suffocation. The person rolled down the steps, and was falling into the vortex gushing out of the dense hair and grape-like piles of ghost heads below him.

Countless ghost heads rushed up immediately, wrapping Zhang Maolin in an instant. Zhang Maolin stretched out his distorted hands, as if he was still begging for help.

The ghost heads gnawed firmly on Zhang Maolin's body like knotted sarcomas, and made the sound of biting and swallowing, one after another, connecting together into pieces.

Zhang Maolin's shrill screams were like a rough blade full of burrs, piercing through the soles of everyone's feet with a blunt file.

Ma Zhenhua lost control of his urine again, stumbled and climbed the stairs desperately.

The fire viewing platform is not too high, but it seems that it took a century to reach the top.

On the pillars of the pavilion where sawdust peeled off, there was a mud-colored dark red seal with desolate characters: Li Jinghao seal.

Doctor Qin sighed slightly, everyone searched here before, at that time there was no such seal on the pillar, but now it appears, presumably because Mu Yiran deciphered his painful and tragic life experience, which made him The resentment and depression accumulated over the years have someone to talk to through paintings.

"And then?!" Wei Dong who was the first to run up looked at the seal and asked.

"Press it with your hands!" Doctor Qin said, following closely behind.

Wei Dong was about to reach out, when he turned his head and saw Ke Xun still behind him, he yelled at him anxiously: "Ke Er, hurry up! The heads are catching up! Hurry up!"

"You go first! I'm fine!" Ke Xun shouted, turning his head to grab Mu Yiran who was behind.

Mu Yiran was dragged down by Ma Zhenhua. When he was fighting with Zhang Maolin, Mu Yiran left him and didn't want to take care of him anymore. Unexpectedly, this man could catch up again, and now he was dead like Zhang Maolin just now. He hugged his leg tightly, refusing to let him leave him.

The ghost heads surged forward, and they were about to catch up with Ma Zhenhua. At this moment, Ma Zhenhua felt Zhang Maolin's extreme fear just now. He hugged Mu Yiran's leg tightly, and he was afraid that he would be kicked down like he did to Ma Zhenhua. He thought, even if he died, he would have to pull a back.

Why, why should I die like this, but you can all live on?Ma Zhenhua is not reconciled, he hates, he is extremely resentful.

When a person is about to die, his strength often breaks through the limit. Mu Yiran was dragged by him and couldn't escape for a while.

Ke Xun went to drag him, but found that this was not enough, they had no time, and they couldn't keep pestering him like this.

Ke Xun pushed the pancake stall owner to the front and said to Dr. Qin, "Take him away!" Then he turned around and reached out to take off Mu Yiran's pants.

"You're courting death!" Mu Yiran gritted his teeth angrily.

"What are you thinking about, what can I do to you at this time?!" Ke Xun kept his hands on while talking, and rolled down the wide and fat linen pants on Mu Yiran's body in two strokes.

Ma Zhenhua slid out of Mu Yiran's pants with his arms in his arms, and let out a mournful howl.

"Heh." Ke Xun wished he could kick this man into the pile of ghost heads, but he still reached out and grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

On the last few steps, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran stepped up almost at the same time, and pressed their hands on the seal at the same time. Ke Xun felt a white light flash in front of him, and a picture frame-like figure appeared in the white light. thing.

The body subconsciously rushed towards the picture frame, but it only took a second. When I looked at it again, I saw the soft light above the head, surrounded by walls around the body, and there were large and small, bright or dark paintings hanging on the wall.

—Back, that art gallery, that queer art gallery that led to this nightmarish and eerie journey.

Wei Dong rushed forward and grabbed Ke Xun's neck and shook violently: "Ke'er! I'm not dreaming, am I?! Are we back? Are we really back? Let me pinch you, does it hurt? Is it really a dream?"

Ke Xun pushed him away, rubbed his neck and coughed twice, and was about to speak, but was staggered forward by a strong force behind him. When he turned his head to look, he saw Ma Zhenhua, with tears, snot, and distorted facial features paralyzed Kneeled on the ground.

"Life is pretty big." Ke Xun said blankly, and instead of giving him a second look, he only looked up at the painting hanging on the wall behind him.

The title of the painting is "Ceremony", and the artist is Li Jinghao.

Only then did Ke Xun see the original appearance of the painting.

Surrounded by far-reaching mountains, Lijia Village is surrounded by these mountains, so it is really remote and closed enough.

The lonely village, the dilapidated houses, and the dark tones all reveal the tragedy and depression that the village is shrouded in.

On the outskirts of the village, someone is digging a grave.At the northern end of the village, a family set up a mourning hall, and a few people in sackcloth came and went in the courtyard.

Outside the courtyard of this family, three old pagoda trees with spooky and beastly appearances stood eerie and silent.

Looking closely at these three locust trees, the trunks are indeed rugged, with a human-like shape covering the skin. When you look closely, one of the locust trees suddenly has a human face at the root of the tree, which looks exactly like Liu Yufei.

Ke Xun took a step back, and then looked at the fire viewing platform in the south of the village and the river beach next to it. The appearance of the two scenery really resembled the word "Jinghao".

Ke Xun pointed to the tree tumor that resembled Liu Yufei, and turned to look at Mu Yiran: "Is this already in the painting?"

Mu Yiran stared at him with a gloomy face, but ignored him.

Ke Xun raised his eyebrows, and was about to ask, when he heard Dr. Qin talking next to him: "No, there is no such face in this painting, it's just because... someone else died in the painting. The same is true for the first two paintings we entered. In this way, once someone dies in the painting, his image will be kept in the painting and become a part of the painting."

Ke Xun looked at him: "What about in the real world? Did this person just disappear out of thin air? No one would doubt it?"

Doctor Qin lowered his eyes: "In the real world, this person will survive for a few more days, but within a few days, he will lose all the memories in the painting, and then die in a seemingly normal way, which will not cause any harm. people's suspicions."

Ke Xun was speechless, stopped looking at the painting, and continued to ask Dr. Qin: "What's next? Will we enter another painting again immediately?"

Doctor Qin calmly reminded: "Touch your pocket."

After hearing this, Ke Xun and Wei Dong hurriedly fumbled in their pockets. Only then did Ke Xun realize that his clothes had changed back to the ones he wore in the real world, but he took out a piece of cardboard that he had never seen before from his trouser pocket. Come.

On the front of the cardboard, there is a line of "Changhe Art Museum Art Exhibition" printed in large print, and on the back of the cardboard, the date, time, address of Changhe Art Museum, and the words "Exhibition Hall No. [-]" are printed in small print.

"This is..." Ke Xun had a bad feeling.

Dr. Qin's voice was low: "The time and place of the next painting, this is the ticket that only we have, and it's also... can't refuse to change hands, a mandatory invitation letter to enter the painting."