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date="2020-10-01"

title="Chapter 13 Funeral 13┃ Good brothers must live together and die together."

weight="95726"

series = ["Paintings of Terror"]

mode = "manual"

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Everyone was speechless.

What kind of person and what kind of hatred is it to curse the family to the point where the whole family will die?

Even the last person in this family who had died was not let go. They were all corpses lying in the coffin, and they had to be struck by lightning.

"Maybe, the signature or the seal is hidden in the truth behind the whole thing." The doctor said, "Maybe we find the person who cursed the family and we can find the seal."

"How to find it? It's dark now, I can't find it at all!" Liu Yufei violently and anxiously tugged at his hair, the greasy braid behind his head was torn apart.

"I'll get the old man out and ask." Ke Xun said, strode to the door of the inner room, knocked hard, but there was no movement in the room.

"Smash! Open the door!" Liu Yufei flushed anxiously, picked up the chair in the room and rushed over, smashing it and smashing it on the door.

Ke Xun was almost squeezed by him. He drew two steps to the side. Liu Yufei smashed the door like crazy, but the wooden door was as hard as iron. The chair in Liu Yufei's hand was smashed to pieces. Failed to smash the wooden door with any damage.

"It's useless," the doctor shook his head slightly, "looks like this, the door is impossible to knock open. Look at the time."

Ke Xun took out his mobile phone from his pocket, still showing that there was no signal, and the time had already reached more than nine o'clock.

"From nine o'clock in the evening, we officially enter the so-called'Ren Ding' period of twelve o'clock." The doctor said, "Ren Ding means that the night is dark and people stop activities and prepare to sleep and rest. No matter how we hit the door, That old man has already entered the state of'Personal Ding', and it is impossible to carry out any more activities. We missed the time period when we can ask him, and can only wait for tomorrow."

"How can I wait until tomorrow! I will be dead tomorrow!" Liu Yufei roared, still kicking the wooden door with his feet desperately.

The doctor shook his head and looked at other people: "At this time, even if you ask other villagers, it's the same. No "people" will appear."

"What to do...what to do..." Wei Dong trembled his lips and looked at Ke Xun desperately.

"When is it not allowed to walk outside the prescribed place?" Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran.

"Not sure." Mu Yiran looked at him, "The first two paintings I entered are different from this one after all, but in principle, usually after eleven o'clock at night, you can't walk around at will. Enter eleven o'clock. It's already time."

"I'll look for the locust tree again." Ke Xun said and strode out.

He believed in his fate, but never accepted his fate. He always believed that fate can be changed on his own.

Mu Yiran stared at his back, not moving for a long time.

Wei Dong wiped his eyes with his hand, and ran out of the room with a stagger. Mu Yiran turned his head to look at the rest of the people, and stepped out of the room.

The remaining people followed out the door one after another, leaving only Liu Yufei, who was mad, still smashing the wooden door desperately there.

The village at night is so dark that you can't see your fingers, thick fog and the smell of thunderstorms are in the air.

Ke Xun found under the locust tree by the light of his mobile phone. In the faint reflection of the light, the thousands of grimace on the locust tree seemed to be alive, pale and hideous.

Ke Xun climbed onto the tree and climbed dangerously between the branches, trying hard to find suspicious traces. The people who followed did not dare to delay any more time, and split up and searched.

Under the atmosphere of depression, anxiety, tension and fear, time passed without knowing how fast or slow, until hearing a mobile phone ringing coldly, the doctor sighed and sighed softly: "It's only twenty minutes away. It's eleven o'clock, just find here, if there is no time to go back, I'm afraid it will be dangerous."

Hearing this sentence in everyone's ears was exceptionally cruel.

Even if he is not reconciled, there is no way to continue to delay. If you go back, you may still survive, but if you don't go back, you will definitely die.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and finally walked heavily where they should go.

Wei Dong was lost and unable to move his legs for a long time.

Ke Xun clenched his fist and slammed it against the tree trunk. His chest heaved up and down for a while. He gritted his teeth and came and grabbed Wei Dong's shoulders, leading him to the house of Li's house. He didn't let go after entering the courtyard door. , Go straight to the direction of the mourning hall.

Mu Yiran noticed something was wrong, and took Ke Xun's arm, and asked him in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

"I will be with Dongzi in the mourning hall tonight." Ke Xun said one word.

"You are looking for death." Mu Yiran stared coldly into his eyes.

"I don't look for death, and death will look for me, it's the same." Ke Xun met his gaze blankly.

"Inspiration can't solve any problems." Mu Yiran said coldly.

"Maybe." Ke Xun also said coldly, "but let me watch my brother die, I can't do it. I would rather die with him, before I die I have to figure out what shit is. If I want my life, even if I can't resist, I will vomit blood on his face before I die."

"Listen," Mu Yiran let go of his arm and suddenly grabbed him by the front, and pulled him in front of him with just force. "I can't control how you want to die, but if it involves me, I won't Will agree. It is stipulated that if two people are in the woodshed, both of them must be in the woodshed. Unless one person has died beforehand, the other person will also suffer double backlash. Of course, what will happen to me, you don’t Obligation to be responsible, then there is only one way to resolve such differences."

Before Ke Xun asked, I saw Mu Yiran's other hand suddenly swiped at a thunderous speed, hitting the back of his neck. Ke Xun didn't even have time to do the evasive movement, so he didn't say a word. Planted on Mu Yiran's body.

Mu Yiran caught him and looked at Wei Dong who was shaking.

"Sorry." Mu Yiran looked at him, "I think you and him should have understood it a long time ago. From the moment we entered the world in the painting, our lives have been hanging on our hair and we will not die this night. You may die the next night. What’s even more hopeless is that even if you leave this painting, you will enter the next one. Just like me, I don’t know when it will end. If it’s forever Can't end it?"

Wei Dong's body trembled violently, almost unable to stand.

"If this is the case, it seems that there is no point in struggling to live so much." Mu Yiran's voice is still cold and calm, "but always try, maybe after leaving this painting, there will be no next So, in my opinion, if you can continue to live, there is hope. Not being able to continue to live may not be a relief. I hope that I can make you feel a little bit better."

"...I..." Wei Dong opened his mouth, but could only make a vague syllable that trembled.

"Go in, time is running out." Mu Yiran was almost cruelly calm.

Wei Dong seemed to have completely lost his subjective initiative. Hearing Mu Yiran's words, he turned around and staggered towards the hall.

Mu Yiran watched him take a few steps, looked down at Ke Xun who was fainted in his arms with frowning brows, his eyes flickered, he chased him behind Wei Dong, and whispered in Wei Dong's ear One sentence: "After entering the house, you find a corner to lie down, retract your head into the collar, don’t expose it at all, including your hair, and then don’t move, no matter what you hear, no matter what you touch. , Never move, if there is movement to your side, try to hold your breath."

Wei Dong turned his head to look at him hesitantly.

"It's just a method I speculated. It hasn't been verified. I'm not sure if it works." Mu Yiran's voice fainted. "Don't hold out too much hope. This is just a guess of a dead horse as a living doctor."

Wei Dong turned back and staggered into the hall.

Ke Xun was awakened by a dull thunder.

When I opened my eyes, it was dark all around, and I was about to move my hands and feet, but was pressed by one hand, and a very soft voice came in my ear: "Don't move, here."

Ke Xun instantly recalled what happened before he fainted, and his anger rose, struggling to sit up, and Mu Yiran held his throat with one hand and slammed it on the ground.

"Wei Dong can't die. If you move around, I will stun you again." Mu Yiran's volume is so low that he can hardly hear him, but he can still feel the chill in his voice.

Ke Xun forced himself to calm down and lay motionless on the cold ground.

After a while, the surrounding movement slowly passed into the ears.

It was a weird, curious voice.

It's not the sound of paper, or the sound of wind blowing withered branches or door leaves, it sounds like something is creeping slowly.

Mu Yiran's hand quietly let go of Ke Xun's throat. The moment his fingertips left Ke Xun's skin, Ke Xun felt the slight coolness on his fingertips.

It turns out that this person is also nervous. Ke Xun thought to himself, it seemed that the thing that made the creeping sound was even higher than the pair of paper men.

Desperately, Ke Xun reached out and took Mu Yiran's hand.

As soon as the two hands touched, Ke Xun was stunned, and noticed that Mu Yiran's body was also stiff.

Ke Xun didn't expect the physical stress response under fear. Fortunately, it was a very moment, otherwise he might really have to be choked off by Mu Yiran.

However, neither Ke Xun nor Mu Yiran moved, because the creeping sound was already close at hand.

The two breathed lightly at the same time. Ke Xun could feel that Mu Yiran let them hide behind the pile of firewood. The sound was moving slowly outside the pile, seeming to be patrolling, and suddenly stopped. When the head positions of the two people were changed, the surroundings suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Ke Xun exploded his scalp and quickly held his breath.

It was so quiet around him that he could hear his heart hitting his chest hard.

Ke Xun began to worry whether his heart was beating too violently, whether he would be heard by the ‘thing’ outside the pyre.

In the dead silence, every second of sliding was slow and sticky, and an invisible, huge, and ominous premonition was pressing down on Ke Xun more and more.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Just when Ke Xun's lungs ran out of air and almost couldn't help but breathe in, he made a click.

A firewood in front of him fell down by himself.

The author has something to say:

For Ke Xun, who entered painting for the first time, everything is ignorant and unreal. Trying hard work seems to be trivial. Therefore, with Mu Yiran, an old driver who has been in painting, he will inevitably be conscious and The conflict of ideas, I think, the coexistence of fear and fearlessness, the coexistence of impulse and enthusiasm. This kind of performance is more like a normal reaction of a novice. If it is a golden warrior, it is neither reasonable nor the joy of growth. ~

Therefore, our male lead, Ke Xun, will grow up. He will become stronger and more stable, and will make someone’s iceberg melt more and more.

Please wait and see, the little fairies, Yuyue’s son is also your son, let us raise this baby by ourselves and give him a beautiful marriage~~

Meme~~~