Paintings of Terror

"So maybe we can try to capture the cracks or tunnels here caused by the disorder of time and space, and then travel back like Yi Ran and Ke Xun..." Zhu Haowen's tone was not as firm as usual, with Obvious uncertainty and hesitation, even pessimism.

Capture the space-time tunnel?How to capture it?

Travel back in time?Which time period in the past will it travel to?yesterday?The first incident of entering the painting?Or, the ancient world of mountains and seas?

This is not a bus, you can get off at any stop you want.

Obviously, everyone is also well aware of the difficulty of realizing this vision, and fell into a desperate silence for a while.

Until Zhu Haowen lowered his eyelids and completely gave up: "We have nothing to do."

There is no way, it is impossible to do it with only manpower and empty hands, not to mention, it is too late—the top of the dome formed by the tornado column suddenly made a deafening, tearing sound. At the roll, a huge black object with an indescribable appearance drilled out of the air membrane like a squirming granulation, and twisted in a way that made the scalp tingle, trying to completely get rid of the air membrane rupture. The leak comes out!

"The demon has come out—" Li Xiaochun roared in shock and despair, and Wu You and Gu Qingqing screamed in terror one after another.

"It's too late—there's no way—the only option is to die—the only option is to die—" Wei Dong held his head, looking at the sky above his head in despair, Luo Yan collapsed beside him, curled up into a ball and cried to tears Heartbroken.

"Yiran..." Ke Xun looked at Mu Yiran sadly, and shook his head slightly.

Mu Yiran frowned tightly, and raised his eyes to stare at the whirlwind on the top. He was still thinking, still unwilling to reconcile, and still making the final dying struggle.

"That's it." Zhu Haowen's tense body suddenly relaxed, and with a desperate relief, he glanced at Ke Xun and smiled, "See you in another dimension."

Ke Xun was speechless and looked at him sadly.

See you in another dimension.

A farewell word that only those who enter the painting will understand.

Wei Dong turned his head with distracted eyes, glanced at everyone, and smiled wryly: "It's ridiculous... I used to think that we were such a high-end artifact as Jiuding, but it turned out that everyone was just a humble sacrifice. So, even if you die, you have to die to save the world. I didn’t expect that it’s not us who save the world, but "Mountain and Sea Map". The opponent is the person who casts the spell, makes a puppet and sticks needles on it... We are actually the chosen victims, doomed cannon fodder, humble props...just props..."

Wei Dong wiped his face and came up with a sigh of relief. While looking up at the terrifying monster that came out of the wind body and twisted and rolled down, he fumbled in his pocket tremblingly: "I've been They are very timid and cowardly... I have been hiding behind Ke Er since I was a child, and I have always been covered and protected by him. But in this life, I want to be brave once..."

Saying so, he took out his utility knife, "This time, let me take the lead for everyone, Ke Er, everyone," Wei Dong said with a smile, "See you in another dimension."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and with the sharp edge of the utility knife, tremblingly, cut the aorta of his neck with force.

"—Dongzi——" Ke Xun screamed and rushed over, but he could barely hold Wei Dong's body that fell gushing blood into his arms. Ke Xun hugged him tightly, and couldn't make a sound for a while. There was only a faint whine of pain in the chest cavity.

Everyone froze in shock and pain, watching Weidong's blood overflow and flow on the altar under him. The hot and fresh blood seemed to have a consciousness of its own, continuously gushing out and then spreading out. , forming blood-red ghost symbols, surging, scattered, and quickly covering the altar.

"Xiaowei... the bones on Xiaowei's body are fading..." Yue Cen's inner strength and composure allowed her to notice the changes in Weidong's corpse more calmly than everyone else.

"These blood symbols... are the manifestation of the energy of the bone phase." Zhu Haowen was the second to force himself to calm down. He looked up and said, "The thing that came out just now seemed to be forced by an invisible force. Press it back."

"It's the bone phase. Weidong's bone phase is transformed into a blood symbol, which imposes some restrictions on the ghosts." Shao Ling also looked up, "but obviously the power of this restriction is not strong enough, and that thing is about to break through again... ..."

"So...so we have to continue...continue to die..." Hua Jiqiu murmured.

"Sister Cen, lend me the pistol." Fang Fei's voice sounded, and seeing her take the spare gun that Yue Cen had pinned to his waist, she turned around and walked a dozen steps away, raising her hand to her temple, " See you in another dimension."

The gunshot rang out, and Fang Fei's body fell flat on the altar just like her usual character.

"No——no——" Wu You screamed in dismay, crouched down with his head in his arms, buried his face in his knees desperately, and tugged at his hair in confusion.

Ke Xun suddenly stood up from Wei Dong's side, he put him down, turned his head and strode to Wu You's side, stretched out his hand to cover her head, and said in a hoarse but strangely calm voice: "Wu You, look up!" First, take a look at Dongzi, or Fang Fei, and see if you can see anything by looking at the bones."

Wu You sat paralyzed on the ground, crying so much that his face was covered with snot and tears, and his hair stuck to it messily, but he still followed Ke Xun's words and tried his best to control his emotions of several collapses in the face of his dead companion's body, trembling stared at them.

Can……

"I can't see...I'm sorry...I can't see anything..." Wu You cried, "I'm useless...I can't see anything..."

"No, this has nothing to do with you, it's not your problem." Ke Xun said in a deep voice.

"Perhaps, only dying people can see it." Shao Ling brushed his sweaty hair back, his lips trembling slightly, "We seem to have ignored the last note, that girl What we wrote, we thought it was just an ordinary last letter, I think it should also reveal some information, such as the girl she mentioned called 'Wanyu', said she was about to die, and then slowed down After waking up, she told her a piece of 'nonsense', saying that she floated into the air and saw bugs with human faces on her body... I'm not sure... I don't know if this is a clue, maybe it's just a temporary Hallucinations before death, but the possibility of seeing something for real is not ruled out..."

"If a living body is composed of body and consciousness," Zhu Haowen's eyes were pale, "then it is not impossible for the body and consciousness to separate when the person's vital signs are extremely unstable." After all, the two are not substances of the same dimension. Consciousness crosses dimensions and sees things invisible to the naked eye, but at this time it is disconnected from the physical body. After returning to the physical body, the information seen by the conscious mind is transmitted into the physical body, so the physical body remembers what the conscious mind saw when it woke up."

"But... to achieve this effect, I'm afraid people have to be... on the verge of death." Hua Jiqiu looked at the two of them.

That is to say, there needs to be someone who doesn’t want to die so quickly and simply. This person has to struggle extremely painfully in the process of dying slowly. While suffering, he must try his best to convey what he saw to everyone.

And this method may not be successful, no one knows how close to death can be seen, and whether it can hold a breath to convey the message at that level, maybe it is completely dead without a chance to speak, maybe it is not at all. It would be impossible to see anything, everything is pure hallucination...

The most cruel thing is that no matter whether this method is successful or not, this person will die slowly in incomparable pain.

Instead of choosing a happy death that doesn't require too much pain.

"I'll come." Ke Xun said.

"No!" Zhu Haowen said decisively, seeing Ke Xun looking at him, he turned his head and pointed at Mu Yiran, "...he is still thinking of a way, if we can really escape from death like every painting, then this is the only The sliver of life is pinned on him. So you can't die now. If you die, he will definitely not be able to think calmly. Or, even if he can calm down, everything will be meaningless to him when you die. Isn’t it? Just take it as it is, just to try to find a way to completely end it, just to try to find a way to end it completely, just to not produce the next batch of painters, you, you, this time, this time, walk behind, can you, Ke Xun?”

Without waiting for Ke Xun to speak, Yue Cen's voice suddenly came over with some difficulty: "You...you better have someone... get closer to me..."

Several people hurriedly followed the sound, only to see Yue Cen struggling to support his crutches with one hand, while covering his abdomen with the other hand, glaring blood seeped out from between her fingers, and a blood-stained cane fell by her feet. fruit knife.

"Sister Cen!" A few people rushed over to support her who was on the verge of falling.

Yue Cen gasped for breath, motioned for everyone to help her sit down, and said in a weak voice, "My...pain tolerance is stronger than the average person...just...I'm afraid I'll be too weak then, so I can't explain clearly what I saw. of...you...listen carefully..."

"I'm listening, I'm listening, Sister Cen, you..." Gu Qingqing gritted her teeth desperately to hold back her crying, fearing that it would disturb Yue Cen's voice, she subconsciously wanted to say, "Hold on!" ", but realized that this sentence was inappropriate.

This kind of endurance is undoubtedly the cruelest form of abuse, and even if you endure a little, so what?People have to die, even if they can survive, they still have to kill themselves again...

Yue Cen smiled forcefully, and looked at the crowd around him: "Everyone...don't be too anxious, try your best...to delay the time, you see...after Fang Fei died, the monster in the wind...disappeared again It's been a while, although it's very short...but we...we can delay it as much as possible...to...give as much time as possible to Xiaomu, everyone try to...delay as much as possible until the monster is about to burst out, and then... "

Everyone understood what she meant and nodded in pain.

"I don't know...to what extent..." Yue Cen became weaker, and his anger was as thin as a thread, "You...pay attention...if I don't have time to speak...just pass out, don't worry about...find a way wake me up..."

Gu Qingqing cried and nodded, bent down, and gently pressed her ear to Yue Cen's cheek.

Qin Ci knelt down on the other side of Yue Cen, stretched out his hand to gently catch her pulse, lowered his eyes, and felt her heartbeat silently.

Until the pulse under the fingertips became weaker and slower, Yue Cen had already closed his eyes.

"Sister Cen—Sister Cen—" Gu Qingqing shook her body sadly.

Qin Ci untied the medicine box on his back. He originally brought it up, but wanted to be buried with him. This medicine box was left by his grandfather. His grandfather was a Chinese medicine practitioner. This medicine box can be regarded as an ancestral heirloom. things.

It's a pity that I'm not married yet, let alone have children, so this medicine box can only end up here with him.

Qin Ci took out a syringe and a bottle of injection from the medicine box, sucked up the liquid medicine skillfully and quickly, disinfected the injection site for Yue Cen, pricked the needle, pushed the liquid, and pulled out the needle.

This is a rescue shot, usually injected when the patient's heart stops, in order to bring the dead back to life, or temporarily bring the dead back to life.

Qin Ci knew it was cruel to do so, he was prolonging Yue Cen's pain, he dragged her back from the peace of death, and continued to accept the painful torture.

However, she would definitely not want to let herself suffer this torture in vain and die in vain.

Her strength should be rewarded.

Yue Cen regained a faint sense of consciousness, but she no longer had the strength to open her eyes again. She pursed her lips and said something almost inaudibly.

Gu Qingqing tried her best to put her ear close to her mouth, but she couldn't listen for even a few seconds.

Yue Cen finally stopped breathing and heartbeat, this time, forever.