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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 214 Burning Rhinoceros on the Sea 27┃ Burning Rhinoceros on the Sea, by Anonymous."

weight="95927"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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"Hurry up." Mu Yiran looked at the sky. It was already lit, but there was still some work before the deadline for voting.

However, in the present situation, everyone does not need to work hard to find the next goal, because not far from everyone falling into the water, there is a huge ship floating on the sea!

"Why-another ship?!" Wei Dong was shocked and confused, "It's endless? This is not the kind of infinite nested space? Wait for us to sink from this sea, and then go down again. Is it the same space?"

"No, it's not the same, you see, there are people on this ship." Ke Xun has good eyesight, pointing at the wuyang wuyang person standing on the side of the ship. "They are all wearing ancient costumes, maybe it's the real thing in this painting. What about the ancients."

"Get on the boat and have a look." Mu Yiran said, swimming in the direction of the boat.

The people on the boat also spotted the people swimming in the sea. After a scream of shouts, someone lowered a rope ladder from the boat.

The crowd climbed up wet, and then they were watched by these quaint people.

Look at the dress, it is indeed like a person from the Qin and Han Dynasties, and then look at the flagpole standing on the boat upstairs, which is embroidered with the character "Qin" in seal script.

This group of people silently stared at everyone with amazement, and they could even see fear in their eyes.

Ke Xun and the seven did not act rashly, standing on the deck dripping with water, exchanging glances.

The two sides were in a stalemate. Suddenly, the ancient people in front of them stepped aside to both sides, and then walked out from behind the crowd. They looked like a person of higher status. They saluted the seven and then began to speak.

The seven looked at each other.

What does this mean? It sounds like Cantonese, Hokkien, and Hakka.

"It is said that Qin Shi's Mandarin pronunciation is similar to Cantonese." Shao Ling whispered to the crowd.

Wei Dong and Luo Ling looked confused: "Isn't the Mandarin of Qin Dynasty supposed to be Shaanxi?"

Shao Ling said that he did not want to bother about these two people.

It is a pity that there are no Cantonese among the seven people. Even if there are, the pronunciation of ancient and modern people may vary greatly, and they may not be understandable.

Mu Yiran stepped forward, replied with the gesture of the person opposite, and then made a writing gesture with his hand.

The person on the other side quickly understood. He turned his head and said something to the person next to him. After a salute, the person quickly turned and ran away, holding a silk and pen and ink soon.

Mu Yiran turned his head and called Wei Dong: "Try to use the simplest lines to clearly draw what I mean-to draw a boat, and there is an ancient person painting on the boat."

Wei Dong hurriedly responded, ignoring that he was dripping with water. He took the drawing tools, spread them out on the spot, picked up the pen, and started painting on the silk.

Luo Ling looked from the side and sighed: "Fortunately, we have Brother Dong. What kind of fairy touch is this? You can draw vividly with a few strokes."

Shao Ling also said in his heart next to him: It is true that no one can be underestimated, no matter how good people are, there will be things that they are not good at, and no matter how ordinary people are, they will also have his shining points.

The ordinary comrade Wei Dong completed this painting without using it for three minutes. After the painting was completed, he took up the silk and showed it to everyone, and the content was clear at a glance.

Mu Yiran pointed to the person in the lead who was painting on the painting, then pointed his hand at the ancient people who surrounded him, and then pointed to the person who was painting in the painting.

The meaning is also very clear, it is to look for those who can paint among the people on the ship.

The person in the lead quickly understood, and said a few words to others. Someone took the order again, and the person in the lead made a few gestures to Mu Yiran, which meant to invite them into the cabin to talk. .

Mu Yiran shook his head and refused.

Time waits for no one, they have no extra time to deal with irrelevant things.

The headed person seemed to have something important to say to several people. Seeing that Mu Yiran was unmoved, this person thought for a while, called someone to come and ordered a few more words, then the person turned around and ran in. The cabin.

"It feels like the'painting' has been upgraded a bit since "The Scarlet Beast"," Qin Ci looked at the ancient people in front of him, "The NPC characters in the painting are no longer simple mechanical actions. They It seems...smarter, or closer to real human beings."

"Yes," Zhu Haowen answered, "Even without us influencing the plot, they still have their own trajectories and thoughts of their lives. This kind of escalation makes people extremely scared to think about it."

"Uh...Where are you afraid?" Luo Ling shivered and asked tremblingly.

Qin Ci and Zhu Haowen each looked down to think about a more precise answer. Ke Xun's gaze swept across the faces of the ancients who were still watching them curiously and in awe, and said thoughtfully: "This feeling is like... Hmm, have you seen "Pacific Rim"?"

Someone nodded and someone shook their heads.

Ke Xun said: "Monsters invaded the world from another world under the sea. At first they entered only the lowest level monsters. They only entered one at a time. Later, they invaded two at a time, and the monster's ability level also increased. , The later, the higher the level of the monster, the more the number of invading the human world at one time. I don’t know why, "painting" gives me the feeling a bit like this, the NPCs in the painting are becoming more and more real and intelligent, just It seems...the human beings from another world are slowly invading and replacing us. At first, they only used some mechanized lowest-level members to test us, and then they would send high-level ones to continue the test, and then send higher levels. Level of... launch an invasion."

"Brother, you have a big brain." Luo Ling couldn't help but shiver again.

While talking, I saw the person who ran to the cabin just now came back, and there was a person behind him. Seeing this person, the members of the group of seven were surprised and whispered, even Mu Yiran looked unexpected. .

"Hi, meet again." Fang Fei raised his hand at several people and shook.

"--Fuck--what's going on?!" Wei Dong threw out shocking questions on behalf of everyone.

Fang Fei came to the front with a calm expression: "I shot the chicken feather, and it rushed forward to destroy the rhino horn in my hand. I was worried that the rhino horn would fall into a phantom again, so I hurriedly wanted to avoid it. As a result, it chased too tightly and fell into the sea in a hurry. Then I found that rhino horns can burn in the sea. I thought, I should at least try to find Yu Long's body before I die... Then I kept When I dived, I ended up here. These ancient people might think that I was some kind of god descending to the earth or someone with supernatural powers. They put me on a boat, but the language is not clear, and there is not much communication for the time being."

Everyone was both surprised and lucky. Ke Xun raised a smile and said to Fang Fei, "Well, I said you won't lose. How does it feel to defeat death?"

"Very good." Fang Fei also smiled.

"Oh, I admire this girl so much." Wei Dong said to Luo Ling next to her.

"Yes, Brother Dong, she's more manly than you." Luo Ling boasted.

Wei Dong: "..." How do you say it, this broken boy.

The appearance of Fang Fei made everyone feel refreshed. I am used to seeing the irreversible deaths of people around me, and finally there is such a...Outperform, no, the person who won the death, this kind of joy And the feeling of relief, people are full of hope and strength.

While speaking, the person who had been ordered by the leader to act before returned, with eight people behind him. The leader pointed at these eight people and made a painting gesture to Mu Yiran.

"These people should be the painters on the boat." Mu Yiran and his companions said.

"But... of these eight people, who is the real author of "Burning Rhinoceros on the Sea"?" Wei Dong scratched his head.

Shao Ling said: "Qin Shi's painters are also among the hundred workers, and most of them are unnamed. If this painting was made by these painters, it is likely that they are not qualified to leave the seal or name on the painting."

"So, what can I do? How can I paint without a seal?" Luo Ling continued to shiver.

Shao Ling frowned and thought hard, but found that the eyes of the old members were all looking at Mu Yiran, and then at this person.

Mu Yiran raised his eyes, with the sea and morning light reflected in his eyes, and made several gestures at the person headed.

He pointed to the eight painters who had been brought in, made a painting posture, and then shook his hand to point to the distant sky behind the crowd.

That is the direction where everyone fell.

Since everyone got on the boat, their attention has been focused on the ancient people in front of them, and they haven't had the time to look back at their origins.

Right now, following Mu Yiran's gestures, everyone turned their heads and cast their gazes at the sky and the sea behind them, and then they were stunned in surprise.

Just at the place where the clouds and mists that touched the sea that day seemed to be very close, but also very far away, a phantom and dreamlike mirage was floating in front of it like a giant screen.

In the mirage surrounded by clouds and mist, fairy mountains faint in the distance, among several pavilions and forest peaks; in the vicinity, a huge sea of ​​ink floats on the surface of the waves.

"--A mirage!" Wei Dong exclaimed in surprise, "Anyway--we have been in the mirage?!"

Mu Yiran ignored the surprise of his companions, but gestured to the eight painters to draw the situation before him. The leader still held some awe of these people, so Mu Yiran's request was quickly passed and someone took it. With eight sets of painting tools, the eight painters sat on the floor and painted immediately.

The painter did not make a sound any more, staring nervously at the painter for a while, then turned his head and stared at the mirage in the distance for a while.

Mirages can last for a short time or for a long time. Although a mirage that appears in the early morning is rare, it is not uncommon. Sometimes it can last forty minutes, sometimes it can last more than two hours.

However, there is not much time left for this painting. The time for the end of the vote is approaching. How can the seal be obtained? It seems that there is no clear way yet...

As time became more and more pressing, everyone's hearts rose higher and higher, Luo Ling was so nervous that he forgot to breathe, and her pale face turned white and red.

Until time approached the mark of the last few minutes, the eight painters almost finished painting their own works back and forth. Mu Yiran stepped forward to observe the eight paintings carefully, and everyone rushed forward-by this time everyone understood Mu. Yiran's intentions, eight pairs of eyes fixed on the painting, looking desperately among the eight paintings——

"--This one!" Seven or eight hands all pointed at one of them--this is exactly what they saw in the art gallery, the true original painting of "Burning Rhinoceros on the Sea"!

"But—there is no seal!" Wei Dong yelled anxiously.

Everyone was helpless.

Suddenly Ke Xun turned around, grabbed the painter who drew this "Burning Rhino on the Sea", took one of his hands, grabbed the pen in his hand, and used the tip of the pen to brush on one of his fingers. For a moment, and then forcibly dragged this finger to press it against the sea of ​​the painting.

The silk on which the picture was painted was suddenly lit with white light on all four sides, forming a picture axis. The axis of the painting became larger and larger, and the white light became brighter and brighter until it was so bright that everyone could hardly open their eyes and they could not help themselves. The center of the painting axis fell and squeezed in----

"Walala plops..."

Seven or eight people fell on the cold marble floor of the art gallery in a mess.

"Fuck Kerr-you are so awesome!" Wei Dong was pressed at the bottom, but he didn't care, first raised his throat and shouted at his Tiezi with joy and excitement, "How are you? Knowing that you can press your handprints?!"

"I'm just thinking about it..." Ke Xun fell into his boyfriend's arms, opened his arms and hugged him tightly, and didn't want to get up immediately, "The seal and signature are both a kind of identity to the artist. It proves that pressing the mudra is also a kind of identification. Since the language is barrier, it is impossible for him to sign the name, and the painter may not have the seal, so I can only press the mudra."

Shao Ling got up and looked at the imitation of "Burning Rhinoceros at Sea" on the wall.

It is said that it is an imitation, but in fact it is more like a remake of the original. It faithfully reflects all the details of the original on the painting, including the damaged place.

In the original picture, the chaotic places in the sky are mirages, but the color faded and the lines became blurred because of the age.

Shao Ling stared at the painting deeply for a while, looking at the people with a somewhat complicated expression, pointing to the sea surface on the painting: "This place in the original picture has a fingerprint-like imprint. If you don't look closely, it will be like the ripples of the sea. It's almost integrated."

"So, is this painting first or us?" Qin Ci philosophically said.

"Ah--" A scream came from the entrance of the exhibition hall, everyone was startled, and all turned to look.

Seeing that it was a few female visitors, they were staring at this side with fright and disgust, and asked in a sharp voice: "What are you doing! Playing hooligans! Security-security-we called the police!"

Everyone suddenly reacted, and they all looked down at themselves, seeing everyone wearing only a pair of underwear, a boxer triangle T-shaped with an elephant nose, diverse styles and distinct colors.

Only Mu Yiran and Fang Fei were neatly dressed, and each stepped a few steps to the side at this moment, pretending not to know these people.

Everyone: "..."

No wonder Mu Yiran refused to take off his clothes when jumping off the ship.

Shao Ling said in his heart.