Paintings of Terror

Mu Yiran gently put Ke Xun down in the center of the altar, kissed him on the forehead, and then randomly threw several infusion bottles containing his own blood on the altar.

The infusion bottle shattered, and the blood in the bottle rushed towards the last side of the altar as if consciously.

Mu Yiran estimated the time.

When the previous comrades sacrificed, although he had been concentrating on thinking hard, he did not neglect to observe the movement of the ghost image in the tornado column.

He knew the approximate time when they broke through the critical point, and he also knew how long it would take for the blood of the painter to be transformed into a part of the seal. He had to ensure that his own blood could be completely transformed the moment the ghost broke through the critical point.

Mu Yiran lay down next to Ke Xun, and cut his wrist with a knife before hugging him into his arms.

The blood gushing from the wrist rushed to the last side of the altar impatiently, to merge with the blood that came from it.Mu Yiran was not worried that the blood from the wound would congeal, they scrambled and crowded outward without the slightest hesitation or pause.

Mu Yiran let Ke Xun's head rest on his shoulder, and gently covered his still warm head with his hands, looking up at the whirlwind of demons roaring and struggling wildly at the top of the dome, and whispered in Ke Xun's ear talking.

"Thinking about it now, perhaps the hint given to us by "Faith" is not only the coexistence and game of the two forces of good and evil, but also the most important point, that is, 'picture-in-picture'.

"No wonder you feel so oppressed in that painting, everything feels fake.

"Perhaps, you are like the ancient Gao Yang family or the expert in Qin Dynasty, a rare 'superpower', a bug that accidentally appeared when the 'God' created humans.

"Of course, you don't have the power of observation, and you don't have unusual eyes like Wu You, but you are more sensitive than others, and you can subtly feel the existence of higher-dimensional spaces-although this is not true for us. It's useless.

"Do you remember what you said in "Faith". You said that your intuition is always accurate. But you also said that intuition is like luck. If you use it too much, it will be used up. It works. Then do you feel that you have been consuming your intuition, it has been fulfilled again and again, and maybe it has been consumed again and again, until... until this time.

"This time you said that your intuition is that we really can't survive. I hope that this time is the first failure after your intuition is exhausted.

"When we went back to get blood just now, I didn't have time to finish talking to you. I'm sorry that you, who are so curious, left with an unsolved mystery.

"I think it should be certain whether there are creatures in the seven-dimensional space. Do you remember how the disappearance of Jiuding was recorded in historical materials? It said that one of them flew into Surabaya, and the other eight disappeared immediately.

"With such a heavy Jiuding, what kind of power can make them fly into the water or disappear out of thin air? The expert who can see the 'secret of heaven' said: There is a sky beyond the sky, and people are like ants. It is the artifact of the Jiuding, but it is just a speck of dust .

"And he also said later that the world is boundless, and there are thousands of good things. Every word and sentence is describing a more grand world view, another 'world'.

"That's why Jiuding is 'knowable but not visible, visible but unobtainable'. Consciousness can travel across time, space and dimensions to where Jiuding is, and the power that can make Jiuding invisible and can only be seen in another dimension is only Only the seven-dimensional space has it.

"Another strong proof of the power of the seven-dimensional space in our world is the blank periods in the era of half-believing history mentioned by Shao Ling.

"If you think of those historical blank periods as objects, is this situation of disappearing out of thin air familiar? Is it like Jiuding, suddenly disappearing without leaving a trace?

"The ability to draw a piece of history and everything that happened on a time axis like a poker card is only possessed by the seven-dimensional space, and only seven-dimensional creatures can do such a thing.

"The era of semi-believing history is the evidence that seven-dimensional beings play with the low-dimensional universe at will, and this also proves that the interference of seven-dimensional beings on the low-dimensional universe does not need to follow any physical rules. The so-called time paradox is completely possible. established.

"So what kind of existence is our world to seven-dimensional beings, a painting? Maybe. Maybe we call a painting a 'painting', but in the seven-dimensional world, it may be called something else, and it has The functions and properties of may also be completely different from the paintings we define.

"But no matter what our world is or what it is used for in their eyes, we lowly creatures are just ants and dust to them.

"We are not sure how the seven-dimensional creatures will deal with us 'ants'. A group is usually defensive and hostile to another group whose strength is similar to its own, because they cannot be sure whether the other party is hostile to them, but It is often easier to have sympathy for ethnic groups that are far weaker than themselves.

"Of course, the situations I mentioned are only one in a trillion possibilities. A singularity can lead to countless time axes and parallel universes, and there will be countless possibilities. What I said is just one of them. One, there is little hope.

"So we can only use the word 'gamble'. We are betting on the one-in-a-trillion possibility that our consciousness can cross dimensions and communicate with the native organisms there at the height of the seven-dimensional space, After all, anything is possible in seven dimensions, and anything can happen.

"What can't be avoided is that if our consciousness can cross dimensions to the seventh-dimensional space, the consciousness of ghosts can probably do it too. We want to use consciousness to communicate with seven-dimensional creatures to try to change what has happened, and so can ghosts.

"That's why we said that what we gambled on was the slight chance that we could win the battle of consciousness with the ghosts.

"This is not just a delusion. Remember, our consciousness has been combined with the power of ghost writing.

"The power of ghost writing comes from the seven-dimensional space, created from seven-dimensional creatures. If there is a difference in essence and attribute between the 'painting' we define and the 'painting' of seven-dimensional creatures, then the seal is different. It Since it is inherited from our creator—the seven-dimensional creature, it means that at least some of its functions are similar to its definition in the seven-dimensional space.

"In our case, a seal can be a mark, a seal, or an energy core that condenses the painter's consciousness and spiritual power, so in the seven-dimensional space, it can also be a mark, seal, and energy core.

"If this is the case, we have the opportunity to intersect with seven-dimensional creatures. Imagine that thirteen ants fed with human food fight with hundreds of thousands of wild ants. As humans, we, Which side will you lean more emotionally?

"However, the possibility of our success is still only one in a trillion. After all, we are only low-level creatures, and we cannot use human emotions and behavioral logic to deduce an absolutely high-level creature.

"We only have this chance. Find a life among the nine deaths, find the truth in the mountains and seas, and find each other in the prehistoric universe.

"That's it. Ke Xun, see you in another dimension.

"I love you."

Mu Yiran gently kissed the already cold lips of the person in his arms, and with this light kiss, there was also a drop of warm water.

The huge and heavy tornado column at the top of the dome suddenly stopped at this moment. The gray wind skin, black wind core, and blood-colored wind patterns, in the process of wriggling and churning, seemed to be frozen into an ugly and terrifying lava monster. Stepping on the desolate land, with the vast sky above his head, he bent his huge body with a smelly scale and armor, staring at the small altar below him.

The whistling of the wind stopped suddenly, the howling of ghosts stopped suddenly, and the whole world was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

The thirteen painters above the altar lay down more peacefully than heaven and earth.

In the next second, the tornado column was like a thick black firework exploding, covering the entire sky with a bang, and the sharp ghost laughing and demon crying seemed to be magnified hundreds of millions of times at the same time at this moment, roaring, tearing, cheering, and boiling From the sky to the ground and from the ground to the sky, the roar came—thousands of years!They have been sealed in the deep dark underground for thousands of years!Who can imagine their pain and humiliation!Who can understand their sorrow and despair!

They originally shared the sunshine, air, color, mountains and seas of this world together with human beings.

God knows how eager they are to regain this wonderful thing again!

Thousands of years—who can know what they have experienced in these thousands of years of training and one desperate blow after another.

How many disheartened people of the same kind have gradually accepted this sad reality, and they lowered their heads looking up at the ground yearning for the sun little by little. They finally forgot their original intentions and were content with the status quo.

Now, how many of the same kind can remember their original beliefs? !How many other people of the same kind still refuse to give up their pursuit and thirst for sunshine, and struggle to contend with the forces above the ground? !

If even the spirit and faith are dead, then what is the difference between them and the walking dead? !

— but now it's all right!

——The moment that I have been praying for for thousands of years has finally come!

--rush!Get out of this disgusting, cold underground world!Rush towards the sun, towards the light, towards the clear and clear world, recapture everything that belongs to them, kill all human beings, kill all these alien creatures, they have already destroyed this world, they are no longer worthy of being Ruler of this world!

——Everything in the world goes round and round, death comes back to life, prosperity must decline, one ebbs and the other ebbs——It’s time to recreate the world, the world has changed, and the era has been renewed!

Hundreds of millions of ghosts celebrated grandly, reveled and turned up to the human world. In this extreme excitement, amidst the roar of the tsunami mountain that was about to tear apart the world in the next moment, on that small, cold and quiet altar, Mu Yiran smiled, stretched out his slender, artist-like hand, and gently covered the bright red seal under his body.

"Mountains and Seas".

It is the most wonderful and greatest painting that he, an art dealer, has ever appraised in his life.

It was a worthwhile trip.

……

Just like every time the painters successfully leave the world of the painting, the bright and dazzling light radiates from the seal under the body to the four poles of the world, carrying an unimaginable, powerful force.

……

Guang carelessly picked up the water glass that had just been accidentally spilled, and by the way, casually flicked the three-dimensional holographic film with his fingertips a few times.

This lowest-level three-dimensional holographic film, if it wasn't because grandpa liked it quite a bit, would have been left to dust by the Light Beam Pavilion.

The reason why grandpa likes this kind of low-grade holographic film that even children are not so rare is because this film was made by Guang Clumsy himself as a birthday present for grandpa.

I also feel ashamed of myself.

The three-dimensional holographic film, at such a low level, has been made structurally unstable by itself, and the energy leaks... Look, isn't this overflowing again? ...It's like a defective product, it's embarrassing.

Guang sneaked a peek, and while Grandpa wasn't paying attention, he planned to erase his own anchor print on the holographic film.

——Never let others know that this embarrassing gift was made by myself, eh!

It is too late to recover the energy particles of low-level micro-matter that leaked out, and the light only focuses on bouncing the few micro-matter energy particles with anchor energy back to the holographic film, otherwise the anchor energy will be missing, which will also cause damage to the film surface. Incomplete, after all, this is a gift for grandpa, so it can't be too sloppy.

It is extremely simple to erase the anchor mark.

Guang glanced at it casually, and directly dialed a time string before the anchor appeared.

Voila, it's that simple and easy.

After achieving his goal, Guang smartly brushed off a few particles of dust that had been accidentally shaken off from the holographic film, got up and left.

……

"I have always been 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... This time, let me first Let's take the lead for everyone, Ke Er, everyone," Wei Dong took out his utility knife and 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, he cut the aorta in his neck with all his might—"————"

Wei Dong felt scalded, and threw the knife with his hands.

On the quiet altar, thirteen people stood there in a daze, staring blankly at each other.

In the clear and clear plateau night sky, the winter stars are few and far between, but they shine brightly.The snow-capped mountains in the distance are continuous and magnificent.

The crystal snow light reflects the open valley like a silver veil, with dreams and remoteness, mystery and tranquility from the age of ancient mythology.

The tough and fresh winter wind relentlessly hit the face and body. Luo Kuo and Wu You sneezed a few times in succession, and the thirteen people standing stiffly were in a trance, and slowly came to their senses.

"... My motherfucker—what the hell is that?!" Li Xiaochun jumped up and screamed, "Damn it—it's so damn scary—didn't it—it's scarier than death! Scarier than a ghost ! What the hell is that?!"

"Seven-dimensional creatures." Hua Jiqiu wiped his misty glasses, "Exhaustively high-level creatures that can't be described by all human imagination."

"Then we are... this is... all right? Are you back alive?" Wei Dong looked at Mu Yiran, at Ke Xun, and at Fang Fei.

"Otherwise?" Although Fang Fei asked so rhetorically, she subconsciously touched her temple to check if there was a gun hole there.

"This shows that our timeline has been modified, but it did not create a parallel space, but was violently changed directly on the original timeline." Zhu Haowen sorted out his thoughts, "So, we are still the same as before. , but from this time scale onwards, it will be a brand new timeline."

"Hey! You don't care what timeline is behind it, we live for the last word! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!" Wei Dong looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, laughing and crying loudly.

This cry seemed to trigger some kind of empathy device, Li Xiaochun, Luo Yu, Wu You, Gu Qingqing, and several of them started crying together, hugging each other and crying together, Li Xiaochun even collapsed On the altar, crying hoarsely.

Even Hua Jiqiu and Yue Cen were infected and shed tears.

"What's interesting is that we still retain the memory of being a conscious body." Zhu Haowen is still recalling everything that happened before.

"You have to know," Shao Ling tried his best to control his choked voice, "Seven-dimensional creatures don't care about these things, just like we never care whether a piece of dust sticking to the sole of a shoe will Flew to a flower."

"We can be regarded as people who have grown up with great knowledge." Qin Ci said with a smile.

"Yes, the side effect is that now I feel that everything around me is boring and ridiculous." Zhu Haowen said coolly.

"You are a veritable 'everything was too difficult'." Shao Ling also gradually relaxed.

"You masters... can you stop talking... I'm hungry... I want to eat meat..." Wei Dong cried.

"I'll do it...I'll do it..." Li Xiaochun cried loudly.

"I'll help...I'll help you..." Wu You twitched.

Gu Qingqing was sobbing beside her that she couldn't speak, so she nodded repeatedly.

"I... I can't get down to the altar..." Luo Kuo cried and stood on the edge of the altar and looked down. Why is the altar so high? How did he get up at that time?

"...Where's Ke Er and... and the boss?" Wei Dong looked around with tears in his eyes, "Wow—where's Ke Er and the boss?! They didn't come back?! Ah?!"

Fang Fei took out a facial tissue and handed it to him: "Your tears splashed on my face. The two of them just left the altar."

"Huh?!" Wei Dong took the paper and was surprised and blew his nose with it, "Why are they so quiet? Why did you go?"

"What else can I do?" Fang Fei said.

Didn't do anything.

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran, sitting in Mu Yiran's Cavalier XV, leaned together quietly, looking at the night sky outside the car window.

From birth to death, from death to life, there may not be any couple in this world who can share such an experience together.

The cycle of life and death.

Some words no longer need to be said to each other.

Until the smell of Li Xiaochun's barbecue came into the car, Ke Xun laughed: "Let's go, eat meat."

……

Facing the platinum golden wind in the early morning, the convoy left the Narangele Canyon quietly.

Ke Xun sat on the co-driver's seat, his eyes moved away from Mu Yiran's peaceful profile, and looked at the distant sky outside the car window.

Pass through the thick clouds, pass through the high sky, pass through the grand and splendid cosmic galaxy, all the way up.

The four-dimensional time axis, the five-dimensional time plane, the six-dimensional warped space-time, and the seven-dimensional infinite universe.

Ke Xun tilted his head against the car window next to him, recalling himself when he was in the conscious body.

Very strange.

Yiran and the consciousness of his companions crossed the dimension with him and came to the seven-dimensional space.

They stayed there, but he kept going up.

why?

Maybe it was because he felt a little suffocated.Like in the Faith painting, he's breathing hard, he's out of breath—though it's not clear how a conscious being can feel that way.

So he desperately went up, up, he didn't know where he wanted to go, but he wanted to break free from this stuffy space and go outside for some air.

So, he came to the eight-dimensional space.

Seven-dimensional infinite universe.

Eight-dimensional infinite infinite universes.

Then, there is the nine-dimensional space that can freely travel between any two points in the eight-dimensional space, the ten-dimensional space in which all physical substances are embodied by strings of different vibration frequencies, and...consisting of time, space, memory, and perception, ten-dimensional space One-dimensional supermembrane space.

Ke Xun has long lost sight of the universe he came from, and even the supreme and extremely high-level seven-dimensional God's space, which is supreme to human beings, already looks so small and humble here.

There is boundless expanse all around, and infinite, limitless membrane universes full of elasticity are everywhere.

Comparing myself to a speck of dust at this moment is probably an exaggeration magnified by trillions of trillions of times.

Floating in such a vast and vast super universe, why...why are you still so stuffy and out of breath?

No wonder he is said to be more sensitive than others.

Ke Xun couldn't bear it, so he had no choice but to search for a way out.

Suddenly, as if breaking through a membrane, he rushed out of the eleven-dimensional space, out of this space that is already close to the top of the universe's cognition.

Everything suddenly became quiet and terrifying.

The majestic and magnificent super universe became an infinitely small and infinitely large singularity before his eyes.

It becomes a dot.

So, beyond this point?

Ke Xun rose in confusion.

He felt as if he had left another one...Maybe here can no longer be defined by "dimension"... He didn't know what he had left. When he looked down, he saw a pen—maybe in this It is not called a pen, but for some reason it is called a pen in his consciousness - this pen draws past his eyes and falls heavily on the paper.

There are some fine ink flying off the tip of the pen, as small as tiny dust.These little dusts fell on the drawing paper, exactly the same as the singularity that Ke Xun left.

What is this pen drawing?

Ke Xun didn't have time to look at it.

Before being bounced back by the hand holding the pen, he only caught a glimpse of a weird but extremely beautiful seal on the painting.

……

"Ke Xun?" Mu Yiran's voice brought back Ke Xun's thoughts, "What are you thinking?"

Ke Xun turned his head to look at him, thought for a while, and said with a smile, "I think the scariest thing in the world is not ghosts."

"Oh, what is that?" Mu Yiran asked with a light smile.

"Yes, science." Ke Xun replied solemnly.

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The author has something to say:

That's right, the coordinates of Xunyue's place are exactly Ke Xun and Weidong's hometown - City Z.

The weather in the past few days was like returning to Xiaoyangchun, it was unbelievably sunny, and the temperature suddenly dropped until today, and it is said that it will rain tomorrow.

Anyway, for Xun Yue, this is an unusual night, because our "Painting Horror" is ending tonight.

What a huge hole ╮(￣▽￣")╭, what makes people feel emotional is that every day they fill in a piece of soil, and it has never stopped.

It has been almost a whole year since I started writing in October 2018. During this year, I have been writing every day, from the main line to the idea, and then to the frame of each painting, which is slowly generated almost every day. are slowly being reshaped.

Thank you dear, lovely and warm little fairies, who took the trouble to accompany "Hua Ji" to the end. Think about it in April this year, the collection of this article broke through 4, and I dare not even think about winning it. I thought about the opportunity to enter V, half a year passed in the blink of an eye, this article actually has hundreds of times of readers and friends, and it is the encouragement of readers and friends that made Xunyue come all the way to today.

I opened the window and looked outside, but I couldn’t see a single star, probably all the stars in front of my window flew into the novel I just finished tonight (^з^)-☆

And you, my dear readers and friends, are as bright as stars to Xingyue!

Love you, every one of my precious readers Fairies!

Again, take a deep bow.

Thanks to every reader and friend who accompanied Xun Yue into the painting. We once flew across the starry sky and experienced mountains and seas together.

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This is the end of the main text of "Hua Horror", and there are still a few extra chapters in the future. Since Xunyue is a severe patient of impotence, it is estimated that I will not be able to write a few chapters. .Interested babies can take a look~

★After this article is over, Xingyue will devote herself to the process of collecting manuscripts for the new article. The name of the article has not been decided yet, and the copywriting has not been prepared yet. There is only a vague framework in her mind, and the specific details are yet to come. I haven't had time to fill in it. I think it will take some time to save the manuscript. I will release a blank copy in the column first. If the sisters are willing to continue to accompany Yanyue to enjoy the flowers, the moon, the autumn fragrance, and read the articles to chat with each other. , might as well go to Xinkeng to collect it~ (Since the name of the article has not been decided yet, I will call it "Xinyue Xinwen" first...cough)

Tomorrow will start to broadcast the extra episode, okay~!

Sleep well, everyone~!