Paintings of Terror

The violent wind seemed to be suddenly enraged. The moment everyone climbed onto the altar, it tore open a huge vent, and swooped down from the sky to the ground with the momentum of a whale, swallowing the entire altar into the eye of the storm.

The huge wind surged crazily, forming a giant tornado that reached the sky and the earth, and the entire land in Death Valley seemed to be blown up and throbbing. Under the ground, there was a rumbling sound like thousands of troops rushing. human voice.

And in the wind body of this huge whirling and tumbling tornado, tens of thousands, millions, tens of millions, and even more indescribably terrifying shapes seem to be carnivally clamoring and dancing demons, desperately trying to get out of the wind. The head came out of the body, but the surface of the wind body seemed to be covered with a layer of wind film, and it was desperately trying to wrap around these terrifying things, preventing them from breaking through the last layer of barrier.

The thick black-gray wind enveloped the entire altar in a radius of a hundred miles, but there was a faint red light that could escape from the thick black-gray wind.

The red light was shining brightly, glaring like fresh blood, flickering on and off in the wind, gradually becoming clearer, revealing strange and terrifying ghost symbols.

Those are the ghost writings on the rock wall of the altar. Against the backdrop of the whirling and rolling wind, they twist and float on the rock wall as if alive. Gradually, they seem to be separated from the rock wall and are drawn into the wind by the strong wind. The body, as it spun and swelled, mixed with traces of blood red in the strong wind intertwined with black and gray.

Sounds like a tearing membrane began to resound, and the traces of blood red were like extremely sharp scalpels, cutting the patient's fragile skin cruelly and viciously.

A voice like thousands of ghosts laughing in unison resounded from the tornado column. The voice was sharp and ear-piercing, like thousands of sharp needles piercing out from the wind, with a cold glow, as if ten thousand arrows were about to strike in the next instant. It flew out to all directions of the human world, blooming a fireworks show that shone in the sky for the upcoming feast of demons and ghosts.

And in the center of the eye of the huge tornado column that is devouring the sky and the earth, thirteen participants stand on the cold altar.

The color of the "Mountain and Sea Map" that comes out through the skin is changing from pitch black to blood red, making the thirteen participants in the painting look like thirteen blood men, struggling with blurred flesh and blood on the verge of death.

There was no wind on the top of the altar, and the tornado column circled the altar, forming a dome-shaped space above it, and the painters could stay on the top of the altar, but the roaring wind and the sharp howling of ghosts all around It almost shattered the eardrums and pierced the eardrums, making people wish they could die immediately so as not to be tortured by this terrifying sound.

"Try to destroy it with a weapon!" Ke Xun roared amidst the screams of the Gale Ghost.

He didn't give up, he wanted to try again.Everyone chose to go up to the altar, because they were holding on to the last ray of hope, hoping to find a way to save themselves on the top of the altar, or to completely end the whole incident.

Li Xiaochun gritted his teeth fiercely, picked up his gun and fired wildly into the wind body. Others also shot in all directions with submachine guns and pistols. Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen ignited and detonated the gasoline and oxygen cylinders carried on their backs, Part of it went into the wind body, and part of it was thrown on the altar. Ke Xun removed the battery of the mobile phone he carried on his back, detonated it and kicked it into the wind body.

Until the bullets in everyone's guns were fired, the tornado column was not affected in the slightest, and continued to grow, tearing the wind membrane, and the howls of ghosts were like summer cicadas magnified billions of times, without any interruption Constantly making a maddening noise.

"There is no other way..." Wei Dong threw down the empty gun in his hand, "This time, there is really no way."

The participants looked at each other, panting and trembling.

No one moves, no one can take the lead in mustering the courage to die.

"It's almost too late..." Wu You looked at the wind body with tears in his eyes, and murmured, "They're coming out soon... That layer of wind film is going to be unable to hold it... It can't hold it... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ..."

"Can I go down?" Luo Yu desperately wiped away the unstoppable tears, "It's the same wherever I die, can I die in my big G?"

Ke Xun frowned tightly, his eyes swept over the faces of his companions one by one, even though all the faces were soaked in blood-red ghost writing, he could still distinguish the sadness and despair on each face.

Ke Xun didn't want to see such a look, he couldn't stand it, he used to wake up crying every midnight, he would see a face with such a look in the reflection of his glass window.

The heartache that had finally faded and was once so familiar came back at this moment. He used to be his favorite relative, but now he is the most painful partner. He once again faces loss and bears heartache again. He was sad and angry, he was desperate and bewildered.

There was a sudden chill on his face.

Raising his hand to touch it, it turned out to be tears that had long seemed unfamiliar, but at this moment it seemed that he was no longer under his control and kept falling.

"Ke Xun..." Mu Yiran's voice sounded beside him.

Ke Xun turned to look over, Mu Yiran looked into his eyes, full of sadness and distress.

"It's over here..." Ke Xun smiled, tears rolled down the corners of his lips, "Then I'll take a step first, of course, just like me in another timeline in "Reverse Journey"...how can I not You can't lose to that buddy, right? I..."

"No, Ke Xun, no." Mu Yiran grabbed him, losing his composure rarely, with a stubbornness and eagerness in his eyes, "Wait a little longer—it's not the last moment—I'll think about it again." Think—I’ll find a way—”

"Okay." Ke Xun took his hand back, "You think, I'll wait."

Mu Yiran's pupils swayed back and forth with eagerness, as if he was desperately looking for clues that were as thin as a hair and barely visible.

"You know, I have a suspicion," Mu Yiran's speech speed has never been faster, "I have always felt that there is something weird in Death Valley, and I have been vaguely suspicious since the night we entered the valley.

"Remember that shot Howen fired into the wind? All we heard was a lot of gunshots, and we thought it was an echo in the valley, but—

"Do you remember the thirteen black figures we saw in the wind when we entered the valley? I once said that maybe they are the reflections of the previous batches of painters, and they may also be our own reflections——I think Always doubt.

"If the thirteen black figures were us, when did we see us when we entered the valley? Those thirteen black figures were walking. Thinking about it now, they seem to be carrying something on their backs. Walking in the direction of the altar, so—very likely, what we saw at that time was us today, the one who was walking towards the altar a moment ago.

"If this is the case, then the series of gunshots we heard when we entered the valley were not the echo of Howen's shot, but—"

"Is it the sound of us firing guns into the wind body just now?!" Ke Xun opened his teary eyes wide in surprise.

"No," Mu Yiran shook his head slightly, "We shot at the wind body for a long time, I think it's more like the few shots that Xiaochun fired when he broke down under the altar, after you pushed him down Finally, I looked towards the road we came in when we entered the valley, and I seemed to see the light of the headlights flashing, but it flashed too fast, and I was not sure if I was wrong. If I did not, then the light , it is most likely that we were driving in this direction, when we entered the valley."

"This is too bizarre," Zhu Haowen's voice suddenly broke in. He was standing not far away, and now he walked up to the two of them, "According to what you said, we're already in the 'that group' now." When they got under the altar, what they saw was the altar surrounded by tornado pillars, but we didn’t see such a scene when we came.”

"I think the time and space here are chaotic and intertwined." Mu Yiran seemed to be calmer than before, and his speech speed was also slightly slowed down. Looking at the other companions who were gathering here, "every period of time and space is Interlacing and flashing back here, so what we see are scene fragments that flash and disappear on the chaotic timeline. Even Xiaochun's gunshots and our silhouettes do not appear one after another according to the correct timeline.

"Of course, if you need to provide a convincing basis for this statement, the best proof is that Ke Xun and I traveled directly through the whole night after we first boarded the altar to come before you.

"We speculated on two possibilities at the time, one was through time and space, and the other was that he and I were erased from the memory of that time, so now it seems that the first speculation is obviously more likely.

"Because, if the power of the ghosts on the altar can erase our memories, it will directly erase the memories of all of us and prevent us from dedicating ourselves to becoming seals."

"You're right," Ke Xun nodded hastily, "the space-time here is chaotic, it's chaotic! Remember "Schrödinger's Cat", it implies the superposition state of parallel space-time and multi-dimensional, multi-time-space, and , this Death Valley is a scene in the human world during the day, and a scene that does not belong to the world at night, isn't this a kind of interlacing of time and space!"

"Yes, yes, why, why is there confusion?" Everyone was also anxious and at a loss. At such a dying juncture, the ability to think has already died first.

"Maybe it's because of the power of Guiwen, maybe it's because of the super-abnormal underground magnetic field, maybe it's the effect of the unreasonable huge tornado every night..." Mu Yiran thought quickly, "Haowen, you understand the 'matter field' Is it?"

Zhu Haowen's eyes moved: "It is matter and the field it forms, as well as energy and the field it forms. Ghost text is a kind of energy that can form an energy field, or a matter field, and the magnetic permeability of the matter field determines the value of the speed of light. The speed of light is slow where the matter field is strong, and the speed of light is fast where the matter field is weak. To put it simply—an uneven matter field can cause space-time curvature!"

"That's it!" Ke Xun clenched his fists vigorously, "This place has a super-powerful energy field like Guiwen, and there is also a super-strong magnetic field underground!"

"Moreover," Zhu Haowen continued, "research by the Geophysical Society has confirmed that tornadoes can disrupt the earth's magnetic field! The vortex of the tornado will create a low magnetic pressure area, which will cause a jump in the strength of the earth's surface magnetic field—in Death Valley There will be tornadoes every night, and the volume will become larger every night. In addition, there is an unevenly distributed super-strong magnetic field under the ground in the valley. The material field generated by the interaction between the two causes the disorder and curvature of space-time!"

"—So what?——So what?" Several people asked urgently, even beggingly.