Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun opened his eyes subconsciously, and saw a person through the gap in the pyre.

It is not very accurate to say that it is human.

The man was lying on the ground, naked, slowly creeping in a very strange posture.

In the next second, Ke Xun realized that it was not the person's posture that was strange, but the person's body.

This person is like a wrong version of a human being accidentally created when Nu Wa used clay to create a person.

The naked torso was twisted and twisted, and the long spine abruptly pushed the fleshy skin on his back almost to crack, and on this rugged and twisted torso, the limbs and head of this man were in chaos.

Like when someone was assembling a figurine, he randomly used 502 glue to glue its limbs and head to its back, chest, waist and abdomen. All the organs were not installed in their original positions. .

So this person can't walk, can only crawl, can only squirm.

"He" wriggled quite hard, the pale and thin leg on his back was pedaling with resentment and helplessness, five toes curled up, and the black toenails were turned outwards, revealing the black and red rotten flesh under the nails. .

"His" head didn't grow on his neck. Ke Xun didn't see where the head was. The one closest to him in front of him was a hand of this "man", to be precise, five fingers. He didn't. Seeing the palm of his hand, he saw only five slender fingers growing out from under "his" ribs like granulation, constantly twisting and twitching.

At first sight of this "person", Ke Xun bit his tongue in time to prevent him from making a sound due to shock. However, after biting, he did not dare to loosen it, for fear of loosening the tip of his tongue and something in his stomach. Just burst out.

Is this the "thing" in the coffin? The last descendant of the Li family, why does it look like this?

The situation in front of him no longer allowed him to think about it. After hearing the sound of the firewood falling just now, this chaotic spliced ​​body was squirming, trying to get to the sound source to find out.

How to do?

Ke Xun believed that the power of this thing was definitely not as slow and feeble as it was showing now. Once it came together and saw him and Mu Yiran, it was impossible to imagine what would happen.

A pale arm slid through the firewood gap in front of Ke Xun as the "person" squirmed. This close distance made Ke Xun fully feel the chill that came from the dead man's skin.

This chill is like dozens of dead lips, damply pasted on Ke Xun's skin, and quickly penetrated the flesh and bones.

Ke Xun's body started shaking slightly, uncontrollably, and this shaking even tended to become bigger and bigger.

This weird thing is at work! Ke Xun wanted to control his body, but his body was not driven by his will at all.

Ke Xun bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a lock of salty blood overflowed the corners of his lips, but this still couldn't stop the ice cold in his body and the trembling of the whole body more and more violently, until even his lips trembled, and he was suddenly caught Press your fingers on it.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Yiran's elbows quietly pressed against his ribs, only to feel that he exerted a slight force, and a heartbreaking pain instantly hit his whole body. If it wasn't for his mouth to press, Ke Xun would almost It was about to scream out in pain, and a layer of sweat broke out on the forehead and palms, and the cold breath that ran in the bone marrow immediately disappeared without a trace.

Ke Xun could not remember the pain. Through the cracks in front of the firewood, he saw that the deformed man had been tumbling and wriggling over half of his body. It was covered by the limbs of his arms or legs. The messy hair is constantly surging.

Ke Xun's gaze followed the shaggy hair to their roots, and he saw a black and cracked mouth.

The hair came out of the mouth, and because it was so unkempt, the mouth had to be opened wide, revealing shriveled, rotten, toothless gums.

This mouth slowly turned downwards, a nose with a collapsed nasal bridge appeared in the gap between the limbs, and then turned down, two lower eyelids appeared in Ke Xun's field of vision.

Just before the eyes of this "man", Ke Xun's eyes went dark.

The gap in the pile of firewood was gently blocked by Mu Yiran with the handle of the axe that had been lying beside him, his movements were dexterous and precise, without making any sound.

Ke Xun held his breath, listening to the movement of the "person" outside the pile of firewood.

The "person" didn't leave the pyre. Ke Xun didn't know whether "he" was watching or waiting. The chaotic limbs on "his" torso kept making the sound of rubbing the skin. The sound was dry and frizzy. It is a skin patient suffering from pruritus. When you rub your body, you will get scaly skin like fish scales.

Ke Xun was numb and itchy all over.

A few minutes later, he realized that this was not a psychological reason, he was real, his whole body was itching.

This itch is not a simple soft itching sensation, it is a kind of rough, like a prickle under the epidermis that is covered with dense burrs.

This prickly and itchy sensation made Ke Xun painful, and he wished to tear off his skin directly, and then fiercely scratched his flesh and blood with his long, pointed nails.

Ke Xun tried his best to endure it. He clenched his fists hard and digged his nails into his palms, trying to relieve the irritation there. He bit his lip fiercely, wishing to bite off the itchy lip and swallow it into his belly.

Unfortunately, to no avail, the itch on the whole body increased exponentially like a backlash. Ke Xun endured his canthus and he wanted to die immediately.

Ruthless, really ruthless.

This deformed ghost is crueler than killing someone by himself.

Ke Xun felt that he had endured to the limit, and a voice in his consciousness was crying painfully for him: I can't stand it anymore, I really can't hold on, I really want to die, I want to die!

Ke Xun's consciousness told him that he was eager to die in the next second, he couldn't bear this, he would rather die.

Ke Xun broke the last stubborn nerve in his consciousness. He finally lost all his sanity. He was about to jump up and was about to hit the wall and smashed to death. He felt that the carotid artery was suddenly hit by Mu. He pressed his finger firmly, and Ke Xun lost consciousness in the next second.

When he opened his eyes again, Ke Xun saw Mu Yiran standing next to him, looking at him condescendingly.

The half of my **** is still left behind after a kick.

The sky was already faint, and a few ray of gray light came through the cracks in the wooden windows, and sprinkled on Mu Yiran's finely crafted facial features.

"It's dawn?" Ke Xun was startled and jumped up from the ground. "What about the deformity?"

Mu Yiran ignored him, turned and walked out.

Ke Xun thought of Wei Dong, strode out, and suddenly left Mu Yiran behind him and rushed towards the hall.

At the door of the mourning hall, the pair of papilled virgins still lined up on both sides, looking at the visitor beamingly.

Ke Xun lifted his foot and kicked open the door of the house and broke in. The situation in front of him almost made him unconscious-he saw two headless corpses lying on the ground, one of which he knew was Wei Dong's only by looking at his figure!

"Tongzi--"

Ke Xun made a arduous call from his throat. All his spirits and emotions collapsed completely at this moment, and he couldn't even remember how he rushed up. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that he had died in such a tragic appearance from childhood. The siblings who grew up together, he didn’t know how to accept this result, his entire chest seemed to be cracked by a giant hammer--

"...By...you crushed me...get up..." A groan suddenly appeared in Wei Dong's body cavity.

Ke Xun was stunned on the spot, and saw a big head of Wei Dong slowly stretched out from the neck of the "corpse", with a face full of pain: "...get on! Let's go to the side!"

"...Tong Zi, are you... a human or a ghost?" Ke Xun looked at him with a somewhat stunned expression.

"Fuck, you are the ghost, curse me less!" Wei Dong rubbed Ke Xun's sore chest, and blew out a breath on his face, "See you, I'm still angry, live!"

"..." Ke Xun looked at him for a long time, raised his hand and wiped his face, concealing the tremor in his voice, "I tell you that your bad breath can really make ghosts stink..."

"I won't kiss you, you care about me." Wei Dong calmed down and saw Mu Yiran standing at the door. He jumped up and rushed over, "Big guy! You are my savior, big guy." I hid my head as you said, it’s really okay! Really okay! I survived! I survived! Hahaha! Benefactor!"

"What's the situation?" Ke Xun asked the past.

Weidong repeated what Mu Yiran told him last night, and pointed to another headless "corpse" on the ground: "Later I told Liu Yufei, he didn't go crazy when he heard that it was the method taught by the big guy. No more howling, we both followed suit, and it really worked!"

Liu Yufei slowly got up from the ground and stared at Mu Yiran: "So, you have solved this deadlock?"

"Is there any crack? I have to wait to go to the old man's house to find out." Mu Yiran left the next round indifferently, turned his head and left the mourning hall.

Ke Xun strode to follow him, turning his face to look at him: "Thank you, thank you for saving Dongzi and for saving me."

Mu Yiran said indifferently, "No, I just have the mentality to give it a try."

Ke Xun smiled, without saying more, and went to the old man's house with him.

Mu Yiran, Ke Xun, Wei Dong, and Liu Yufei were the first four to arrive. After a while, the doctor and the pancake stall owner also came.

The face of the pancake stall owner was worse than the previous day, and his whole body was withered and his face was ashen. When he entered the house, he slumped on a chair and started to daze without a word.

"How was it last night?" The doctor looked at Weidong and Liu Yufei, and was very surprised that they could survive.

Before Wei Dong could answer, the door opened again, and the two people who were responsible for digging the grave last night came in.

Everyone met their gazes, and suddenly there was a meal.

Eight people.

The eight people who survived after the previous night, through last night, turned out to be no less.

According to the rules for making up for the bug in the painting, these eight people will now vote.

They have to choose a person who is about to be killed.