Wizards Under Cthulhu

　　 The gray sky, the black peaks rushed straight into the sky.

　　 Norman Martin walked at the foot of the mountain like an ant.

　　 An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped him.

In 　　, there was no other sound besides the constant whispering and whispering.

　　 The thin body is extremely thin, far from being as strong as a twelve-year-old child.

　　'S pale face, with trepidation.

　　 Actually, this scene has appeared in his dream since he was five years old.

　　 This is the curse of the Martin family.

　　General family members start from the age of thirty.

　　 It's just that Norman had an earlier attack.

　　 is from the age of five.

　　 The whisper in the ear grew louder and louder, and the road had come to an end.

　　 Norman's body began to tremble violently. Even if he knew his body that he couldn't control, he still had an uncontrollable fear of what was about to happen before.

　　 Stop, stop, Norman struggled with his body.

　　 He knew what he was about to face.

　　 Even after seven years, Norman still fears what is about to happen.

　　 With one foot on the air, the thin body fell into the abyss.

　　 Norman screamed frantically, but there was no sound.

　　 His consciousness regained his sobriety, and he could clearly see the pattern of the roof wallpaper.

　　 But he can't move, his soul is still falling.

　　 The body is like a melting candle.

　　 Norman clearly felt that his body began to turn into wax oil, slowly dripping downward.

　　 The body continues to melt, and the bed underneath has turned into an endless abyss.

　　 a pair of huge eyes, watching him.

　　Vitality passed from his body quietly.

　　 "Ah!" Norman finally sat up, panting, his pajamas embroidered with blue deer were soaked.

　　 Sweat wet the whole body, and the soft short golden hair sticks to his forehead, making the whole person extremely uncomfortable.

　　 "Master, master." The bedroom door was slammed open.

　　 Masha the maid pushed the door and ran in, put the dinner plate on the bedside table, and her plump body hugged Norman.

　　 "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay!" Masha's voice was soft, comforting Norman who looked as thin as a seven or eight-year-old child.

　　 As a mother of six children, Martha treats Norman with pity.

The owner of 　　 Iris Manor has a family curse, and each person cannot live beyond forty years old.

　　 This incident is an open secret in Round Rock.

　　 Feeling the warmth of Martha, Norman slowly eased from the fear just now.

　　 Perceiving that Norman's mood is calm, Martha took up the scarf and wiped Norman's sweat.

　　 After busying for a while, Norman changed into new clothes and sat at his dining table.

　　 The small dining table is placed in front of the French windows.

　　 Through the glass, you can see a flowery garden.

　　 The two maids were talking and laughing in the garden, with smiles on their faces, just like the prosperous summer scene.

　　 "Aunt Martha, when will Dad come back?" Norman wiped his mouth clean, put the knife and fork down and asked.

　　 Martha cleaned up the dinner plate, "According to the telegram, no accident, it will arrive tomorrow."

　　 Norman heard the words, and his pale little face showed a smile.

　　 "The master likes the young master the most. I will definitely bring you a lot of gifts." Martha was very happy when she saw Norman's mood improve.

　　 "I want to paint." Norman controlled his emotions.

　　 "Okay, but the lord said, it's too shady there, don't stay long..." Martha babbled and started telling Norman.

　　The successive masters of the Martin family all like to paint.

The 　　 studio occupies a whole half of the third floor.

　　 Even the improved glass floor-to-ceiling windows can't stop the gloom of the whole studio.

　　 Mrs. Martha opened the door and couldn't help but shiver.

　　 This studio is cleaned every day.

　　 can always be filled with an uncomfortable smell.

　　 Take a few steps quickly and open the curtains of the French windows.

　　 opened the window to let in fresh air.

　　 When he turned his head, Norman was already sitting in his chair.

　　 Little face has lost the initial panic.

　　 Looking at the face of the canvas, he was extremely calm.

　　 The golden sunlight passed through the glass barrier and fell on Norman's golden hair, set off against those eyes that looked like blue water.

　　 The pale almost transparent skin makes Norman look like an exquisite porcelain doll.

　　 Martha will never forget this scene in her life.

　　 went all around to restore quietness, Masha still had a lot of business, so she quietly retreated.

　　 Time passed by silently.

　　 Norman stopped the paintbrush in his hand and looked at his painting without any expression on his face.

　　 He got off the stool and moved his easel so that his painting faced a corner of the room.

　　 There are many easels, and there is a finished painting on the easel.

　　 The only thing all the paintings have in common is that they are covered with white cloth.

　　 Norman looked at these easels, and without hesitation, he tore a piece of white cloth from the easel.

　　 Pieces of weird oil paintings appeared in Norman's sight.

　　 The large blocks of colors are intertwined with each other, forming a strange picture.

　　These paintings have completely different pictures.

　　The common point is that people who see these paintings will have a very uncomfortable feeling.

　　 Chaos, disorder, horror, horror, countless negative emotions permeate these paintings.

　　 Norman’s expression is very calm, UU reading www. Compared with his dream, these paintings on uukanshu.com are less than one percent.

　　 looked away from these paintings and fell on his own paintings.

　　 That painting uses only one color.

　　 black.

　　 It's just this black, but there are different levels.

　　 Layers of different blacks collide with each other, exuding a more terrifying feeling than these paintings.

　　 There was a smile on Norman's face, there was no sadness, no fear, and no joy.

　　 He knew that he was going to die.

　　 my grandfather, my great grandfather... the master of these paintings.

　　 Soon after finishing all these paintings, he ended his life in various ways with a hideous face full of fear.

　　 "Wow," the sound of broken porcelain broke the strange silence of the studio.

　　 A 13 or 14-year-old maid looked at the studio with horror on her face.

　　 The tray in her hand has fallen, the cup has shattered, and the whiteness of milk continues to spread on the floor.

　　 "Lina, don't tidy up yet. Your mother will come and talk about you again." Norman covered these paintings one by one again with the canvas.

　　 "Yes, yes, master." Lina hurriedly cleaned up the broken cups on the floor and hurried to the utility room.

　　 Lina is the daughter of Martha, and she has also been taking care of Norman.

　　 Just now she saw the young master standing in the middle of those paintings, as if he was about to be swallowed by those paintings. It was really terrifying.

　　 "Are you going to rest tomorrow?" When Lina came back, Norman had covered all these paintings.

　　 His painting was also placed in that corner by him, becoming the seventeenth painting.

　　 "Yes, the Kristina Circus is in town today. Starting from this evening, it will perform for three days." Lina's attention was immediately diverted.