Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun realized that his body was getting more and more weird, and he reached out and touched his tail bone: "The tail hasn't grown yet, I still have to save it, Meow!"

"..." Mu Yiran stretched out his hand to cover the back of Ke Xun's hand, trying to comfort him first, but Ke Xun withdrew his hand, and then put his hand on his hand repeatedly.

Mu Yiran: "..." Well, the cat's claw must be on.

"Meow, do you think I will gradually become incomprehensible? Then grow hair and tail like a real cat, only to the little female cat... or the little male cat. Interested?" Ke Xun squatted down anxiously, with the cat's ears drooping.

"Maybe." Mu Yiran didn't want to give him too much expectations. "It seems that our time will be very tight, and this painting may be different from any previous paintings, and its killing method may not end. Life, but... the attribute of'real world humans' that kills us."

"Meow, it's as cruel as a murder!" Ke Xun was angry, his ear tips turned back into airplane ears, "but I was the only one of us who chose cat ears, except for rabbit ears and dragon horns. Apart from the two, does it mean that others have other ways of being killed with human attributes?"

"Yes." Mu Yiran answered without any hesitation, and Ke Xun was immediately suspicious with determination and decisiveness.

"Yunran," Ke Xun stared at him, "Did you get meow too? Is there something wrong with me? Tell me meow! Meow!"

Mu Yiran suddenly smiled slightly when he "meows" him, and Ke Xun looked stunned: "You...what are you laughing at?"

"Sorry," Mu Yiran returned to his calm complexion, "I'm a little bit, I can't help but laugh."

Ke Xun: "..."

Mu Yiran bent a slender leg slightly, and answered Ke Xun’s series of follow-up questions just now: “I was indeed recruited, but I’m not sure if it is related to the fruit I swallowed. I need more clues to confirm. ."

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Ke Xun forced.

Mu Yiran stretched out his hand and gently pinched the back of his neck: "Don't talk about it for now, lest you blow up your hair."

Ke Xun: "..."

Ke Xun can't blow up his hair even if he wants to blow up his hair now. The back neck is the cat's dead spot. Now he is pinched by the big guy so that he can't move.

Wei Dong withdrew his gaze from the opposite side, turned his face and whispered to Zhu Haowen beside him: "Yes, it seems that the two of them are completely made. Do you think I will call the elder sister-in-law or brother-in-law in the future?"

"If you have a leisurely mind to ponder this, it is better to use your brain to quickly find clues." Zhu Haowen said coldly.

"The brains of our art artists are used to think about creativity and composition, not to find the eggs in the painting..." Wei Dong sighed, took out the prop brush he got, and dialed it with his hand. The tip of the brush was snow-white hair, "There is only a pen without paint. What is the difference between this pen and a waste? Even if I give me an extra box of ink, I can show you the skills of my ink painting, at least a small one. It’s okay for chickens to eat rice."

He said while holding a dry pen on his fingers twice, and then he said: "How do I feel that my hands are ugly?"

Zhu Haowen didn't want to talk to him anymore. When is the time, these two guys still care about whether their hands are pretty or not.

Weidong seemed to regard this discovery as a major event, jumped up and rushed towards the opposite Ke Xun: "Ke Er! Look at you! Look at my hand! Are there any discoveries?"

He stretched out his hand in front of Ke Xun and was slapped away by Ke Xun.

Weidong: "..."

Ke Xun: "Cough... I'm sorry, I don't know why, so I subconsciously took it out... Come, stretch it out and I'll look at your delicate hands."

It’s no wonder that Weidong is so sensitive to his hands. After all, he is engaged in an industry that eats with his hands. Whether holding a brush or holding a mouse, his hands are dangling under his eyelids most of the day. It can be said to be Weidong. The most familiar part of my body.

Ke Xun looked at Wei Dong's hand for a while, thinking about it: "It seems that there has been a change, a little... swollen?"

"Right!" Wei Dong rubbed his hands, "what's the situation? Is it because the water and soil are not satisfied after entering the painting?"

"Just ask Brother Qin." Ke Xun said.

Wei Dong hurried to Qin Ci again: "Qin Ge, Qin Ge, what's wrong with me? Why are my hands swollen?"

Qin Ci took his hand and squeezed it, then asked him, "Is it only the hands? What about the feet?"

Wei Dong quickly took off his shoes and socks, raised his feet and took a closer look, and was shocked: "My feet are swollen too! What's the situation!"

Qin Ci squeezed his foot again, frowning slightly: "This is not swelling, it does not have any pathological characteristics. If you have to describe it, it is like you suddenly became fat in a short period of time, and it is not Puffiness, the flesh under the skin is very dense."

"Fat...?" Wei Dong looked stunned, "Why do I suddenly get fat? Nima-others say that I get fat by drinking saliva, so why can I get fat even if I breathe?"

"Is this the effect of this ‘painting’ on you?" Ke Xun’s voice suddenly rang behind him, frightening Wei Dong.

"Fuck, when did you stand behind me? Why didn't you make a sound while walking? I was almost scared to death by you!" Wei Dong clutched his heart.

"...I'm the cat who came here normally." Ke Xun waved his hand, "Now I and Yiran, and Dongzi, have changed their bodies. This must be the rule of this painting, Qin brother, you. What has changed?"

Qin Ci felt his own state and shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be right now."

"Hao Wen'er, are you meow?" Ke Xun turned his head and asked.

Zhu Haowen sat there, looked up at him, and said calmly for a long while: "I can't see things clearly, and I seem to have become completely colorblind. Everything in front of me is gray, white and black."

Ke Xun strode over and squatted down in front of him, his eyes darkened: "Can you see me from this distance?"

Zhu Haowen lowered his eyelids, then raised his eyes: "Yes, it's just not high definition enough."

Ke Xun patted him on the shoulder, got up and asked Xiang Luo Wei and Li Yaqing: "Where are you two?"

Li Yaqing shook her head in horror, Luo Wei looked at her, his eyes hidden behind the glasses: "I am fine for the time being."

"Brother Pi, how about you?" Ke Xun asked Huang Pi again.

"...No change." Huang Pi answered him in a hoarse voice.

"It's getting more and more confused," Ke Xun scratched the cat's ears. "Not only is the style of painting in each world different, the props we each get are not the same, and now even the rules of painting affect the body. The changes are all different, some will become cats, some will gain weight, some will become myopic and colorblind, some will not change temporarily, and some will not tell me, Meow."

After speaking, Mu Yiran glanced, his expression was very proud.

Before Mu Yiran could speak, he heard a door rang on the wall. Everyone hurriedly looked over and saw Qi Qiang stepping in through that door, but there was no two people in the same group behind him, nor did they see him. Zhao Haicui and Zhang Lifeng who were looking for someone in that world.

"Where are they?" Ke Xun asked him.

Qi Qiang glanced at him disgustedly. He seemed to be disgusted by his "meow", and replied in a nasty voice, "It's my shit!"

Before closing the door, Ke Xun glanced at the world inside the door, and saw that the world inside the door was dark, and he could only vaguely see the white mountains and woods covered with snow.

Is it still winter in this world?

"What did you see in the door?" Ke Xun continued to ask Qi Qiang.

"You **** fuck!" Qi Qiang yelled at Ke Xun unbearably, and the sword in his hand pointed at Ke Xun, wishing he could pierce his throat with a sword.

Ke Xun: "...stunned, come and ask him, meow...cough."

Mu Yiran didn't move his mouth, and when he looked over, Qi Qiang felt his aura. Of course, Qi Qiang was not stupid. Only by cooperating with these people at this time can he find a way to leave the painting as soon as possible.

"There is snow everywhere," Qi Qiang took the sword in his hand and said with a gloomy face, "It looks like it is in the mountains, there are forests, there are caves, and..." He hesitated when he said that, with a little bit on his face. With a painful expression, "there are some **** monkeys who can only speak human words..."

When everyone heard the words, they couldn't help but stare at each other. Qin Ci asked him, "What did the monkey say to you?"

"No **** said anything!" Qi Qiang didn't get angry. "The two SBs could talk human words when they saw a monkey, so they were so scared that they screamed, turned their heads and disappeared!"

"Don't tell me you killed the monkey, meow." Ke Xun looked at him blankly.

With Qi Qiang's temperament, coupled with the advantage in his hand, he might be able to do such a reckless thing.

Qi Qiang didn't say a word, obviously he tacitly agreed.

"...You are really not afraid of being backlashed..." Wei Dong was dumbfounded.

"Then what?" Ke Xun continued to ask Qi Qiang.

"I'll be back along the road." Qi Qiang replied coldly.

"Is there anything wrong with your body?" Qin Ci asked.

"No." Qi Qiang glared at Wei Dong, who had been staring at him, walked away from the corner and sat down to rest.

"I think he seems a little different..." Wei Dong whispered to Ke Xun.

"Where is it?" Ke Xun asked.

"I can't say it for the time being..." Wei Dong rubbed his face with his fat hands. "It may also be that I was suspicious of what we discussed just now."

"No, I believe in your professional skills," Ke Xun said, "Since you feel something is wrong, there must be a problem. Don't worry, stay calm, and watch him carefully."

"All right, meow, I'll look at me again." Wei Dong said.

Ke Xun: "...I will scratch you with my paw again, meow!"

Wei Dong went to the dark and continued to quietly observe Qi Qiang, who closed his eyes and calmed down. Ke Xun returned to Mu Yiran, squinting his eyes at him: "You still refuse to tell me what happened to you, right? "

The veteran members heard the words and looked at him together: This courage is fat and dare to speak to the male **** he is struggling to pursue? ! Tsundere compares well.

Mu Yiran was sitting leaning against the wall, Yang Jaw glanced at him, then patted his thigh, and said lightly: "Come here."

The veteran members looked at Ke Xun with a sullen look and fell on the thigh of the old man with a "meow", his eyes narrowed into crescents, and his chest made a very enjoyable and satisfying grunt...

As time gradually entered the night, the whole room plunged into a dark blue, only the yellow stars and moon patterns printed on the walls and roofs exuding dreamlike fluorescence.