Paintings of Terror

"So maybe we can try to capture the cracks, or tunnels, caused by the chaos of time and space here, and then cross back like Yiran and Ke Xun..." Zhu Haowen's tone was not as firm as usual, with Obviously uncertain and hesitant, even pessimistic.

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

Travel back to the past? Which time period will it travel to in the past? yesterday? In the beginning of the painting event? Or is it the ancient world of mountains and seas?

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

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

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

There is no way, it is impossible to do it with empty hands only, let alone, it is too late-the top of the dome formed by the tornado column suddenly emits a deafening, tear-like sound, everyone hurriedly looked up, but saw the wind rolling At the volume, a huge black object with an indescribable appearance emerged from the wind membrane like a wriggling granulation, and twisted in a scalp-numbing way, trying to completely break the wind membrane. Leak out!

"The ghost is coming out——" Li Xiaochun yelled in shock and despair, and Wu You and Gu Qingqing screamed in fear.

"It's too late-there is no way-there is only death-only death -" Wei Dong held his head, looking desperately at the sky above his head, Luo Ge collapsed beside him, curled up into a ball crying. Cleft heart.

"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, not reconciled, and still making the last dying struggle.

"That's it." Zhu Haowen's tight body suddenly slackened, and with a heart-to-heart 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 painters can understand.

Wei Dong turned his head in a lazy gaze, glanced at everyone, and smiled bitterly: "It's ridiculous...I used to think that we were such a high-end artifact like Jiuding. It turns out that everyone is just a humble sacrifice. So, even if you die, you have to die to save the world. Unexpectedly, it’s not us that saves the world, but "Mountain and Sea Atlas". We are just the little puppet stabbed by the needle in witchcraft, and really killed The opponent’s person is the one who performs the surgery, is the puppet, and puts the needle on it... We are actually the victims of the choice, destined cannon fodder, humble props... just props..."

Wei Dong wiped his face, lifted a sigh of relief, and looked up at the terrifying monster that was twisted and rolled down from the wind, while shaking his hand in his pocket, groping: "I have been They are all cowardly and cowardly... From childhood to most of the time they hide behind Ke Er, always covered and protected by him. In this life, I want to be brave once..."

With that said, he took out his own 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."

He raised his hand and trembling with the sharp edge of the utility knife, but forcefully cut the aorta in his neck.

"——Dongzi——" Ke Xun roared and rushed over, but he could only hold Wei Dong's body that fell down with blood in his arms. Ke Xun hugged him tightly, unable to make a sound for a while. Only the painful whine rang in the chest.

Everyone froze in horror and sadness, watching Wei Dong's blood overflowing on the altar below him, the hot and scorching blood, as if it had its own consciousness, continuously spewed out and then dispersed , Forming a blood-red ghost symbol, surging and scattered, quickly covering the altar.

"Xiaowei...Xiaowei's bones are fading..." The strength and calmness in Yue Cen's bones made her aware of the changes in Wei Dong's body more calmly than everyone.

"These blood symbols... are the manifestation of the energy of the bones." Zhu Haowen forced himself to calm down for the second time. He looked up and said, "The thing that emerged just now seems to be hardened by an invisible force. Press back."

"It's the bones. The blood symbol of Weidong's bones has imposed some restrictions on the demon," Shao Ling looked up and looked up, "but obviously 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 muttered.

"Sister Cen, let me use the pistol." Fang Fei's voice sounded and saw that she took Yue Cen's spare gun pinned to her waist, turned and walked a dozen steps away, and raised her hand to her temple. See you in another dimension."

After the gunshots rang, Fang Fei's body just fell on the altar just like her usual character.

"No--no--" Wu You screamed in disintegration, squatted down with her head in her arms, desperately buried her face in her lap, pulling at her hair in confusion.

Ke Xun suddenly stood up from Wei Dong's side. He put him in place, turned his head and strode to Wu You's side, stretched out his hand to cover her head, and said in a hoarse voice with a strange calmness: "Wu You, lift up At the beginning, take a look at Dongzi or Fang Fei, and see if you can see anything by looking at the bones."

Wu You sat on the ground paralyzed, crying with snot and tears on his face, her hair clinging to it in a mess, but still following Ke Xun's words, she tried her best to control her emotions and trembled in the face of the corpse of her dead companion. Staring at them.

can……

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

"No, it has nothing to do with you, not your problem." Ke Xun said solemnly.

"Maybe, only people who are dying can see." Shao Ling brushed his sweaty hair back, his lips trembling slightly, "We seem to have overlooked the last note, the girl. What we wrote, we thought it was just an ordinary writing, I think it should also reveal some information, such as the girl named'Wanyu' she mentioned, said she was almost dying, and then came back , After waking up, I told her a bit of'nonsense', saying that she floated in the air and saw the insects with faces all over her body... I'm not sure... I don't know if this is a clue, maybe it's just a proposition. The illusion before death, but it does not rule out the possibility of seeing something..."

"If a living body is a combination of body and consciousness," Zhu Haowen's eyes were pale, "then it is not impossible that the body and consciousness will separate when this person's vital signs are extremely unstable. , After all, the two are not substances of the same dimension. Consciousness crosses dimensions and sees things that the naked eye cannot see, but at this time it is disconnected from the body. After returning to the body, the information seen by the consciousness is transmitted. In the body, the body remembers what the consciousness saw when it wakes up."

"But...to achieve this effect, I'm afraid it will make people...near death." Hua Jiqiu looked at the two.

In other words, someone needs to die not 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 you can see. At that point, whether you can still convey the information in one breath, maybe you have completely died without a chance to speak, maybe it is completely dead. It is impossible to see anything, everything is pure illusion...

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

And can not choose a happy method of death that does not require too much pain.

"I'm coming." Ke Xun said.

"No!" Zhu Haowen said flatly. Seeing Ke Xun looking at him, he turned his head to Mu Yiran, "...He is still trying to find a way. If we can really die like every painting, then this is the only one. He’s vitality is pinned on him. So you can’t die now. When you die, he definitely can’t think calmly anymore. Or, even if you can be calm, everything is meaningless to him if you die. Isn’t it? Just as it is, as it is to find a way to complete the end as much as possible, as it is to stop producing the next batch of entrants, you, you are behind this time, this time, can you, Ke Xun?"

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

Several people watched hurriedly, but they saw Yue Cenzheng struggling to support the crutches with one hand and his abdomen with the other hand. The dazzling blood leaked out from between her fingers, and a blood-stained handle fell from her feet. fruit knife.

"Sister Cen!" Several people rushed over to support her who was shaky.

Yue Cen gasped hurriedly, motioned everyone to help her sit down, and said in a weak voice: "My...pain tolerance is stronger than ordinary people...just...I'm afraid that I will be too weak by then, and I can't tell clearly what I see. Of... you guys... listen carefully..."

"I'm listening, I'm listening, Sister Cen, you..." Gu Qingqing gritted her teeth desperately to hold back her cry, fearing to interfere with Yue Cen's voice, she subconsciously wanted to say, "You bear with me." ", but it came to reflect the inappropriateness of this sentence.

Such endurance is undoubtedly the cruelest form of abuse, and what if you endure it? People must die, even if they endure to survive, they still have to kill themselves again...

Yue Cen smiled laboriously and looked at the people around him: "Everyone... don't be too anxious, try your best... wait for a while, you see... After Fang Fei sacrificed, the monster in the wind... disappeared again. Although it is very short...but we...we can delay as much as possible...give...as much time as possible for Xiaomu, everyone as much as possible...delay it until the monster is about to burst out, and then... "

Everyone understood her meaning and nodded painfully.

"I don't know... to what extent..." Yue Cen was even weaker, and was already angrily. "You... be careful... if I don't have time to speak... just faint, don't care... think of a way Make me clear..."

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 take her pulse, lowered his eyes, and silently felt her heart rate.

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

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

Qin Ci took off the medicine box he was carrying on his body. He originally brought it up, but wanted to be his own funeral. This medicine box was left by his grandfather. Grandfather used to be a Chinese medicine doctor. This medicine box is also considered an ancestor. Things.

It's a pity that he is not married yet and has no children. This medicine chest can only end here with him.

Qin Ci took out a syringe and a bottle of injections from the medicine box, and used a fairly skilled and rapid method to absorb the liquid medicine, disinfecting Yue Cen's injection site, sticking the needle, pushing the liquid, and removing the needle.

This is a rescue needle, usually injected when the patient's heartbeat stops, in order to achieve the effect of resurrection or temporary resurrection.

Qin Ci knew that it was cruel to do so. He was prolonging Yue Cen's suffering. He deadlifted her from the peace of death and continued to accept the painful torture.

However, she must not want to let herself die in vain after this torture.

She deserves to be repaid for her strength.

Yue Cen had a weak consciousness again, but she no longer had the strength to open her eyes again. She closed her lips and said something almost inaudible.

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

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