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Chapter 21 Funeral 21┃Drawing!
I saw the three locust trees not far behind by the crowd. The grimace on the tree had been completely peeled off from the trunk. Thousands of ghost heads swarmed, twisted and ferocious, rushing toward the crowd. , The messy hair was formed into a ball, dragged into a cloud of mist behind, the slow-growing ghost head appeared and disappeared between the tangled hair, and the gray and chapped face showed violent features and hate. Can't catch up with the people in front immediately, so that they can eat meat and drink alive.
The pancake owner and Ma Zhenhua were frightened. They couldn't get up after crawling for a long time.
Ke Xun turned his head, turned around, grabbed the pancake boss by the collar and ran away.
He has no ability to help two people. He often does load-bearing running exercises when he goes to school. The weight of an adult is already his upper limit.
Seeing that Wei Dong turned around and wanted to pull Ma Zhenhua, he was scolded by Ke Xun: "Can you pull him stupid?! Do what you can, run you!"
Wei Dong quickly turned around and continued running wildly, but Mu Yiran glanced at Ke Xun, turned around and pulled Ma Zhenhua into mud.
"Can it work?" Ke Xun asked him.
"It looks like you have forgotten who pressed you down the first night." Mu Yiran replied lightly.
Ke Xun laughed and squeezed his eyes at him: "Don't be proud, I just let you get your hands on it because I didn't have any defenses. If you come face to face, it's not always the one who presses the other."
Seeing Mu Yiran's face became cold, he strode past him and went forward.
It's really fun to tease him. Ke Xun thought.
The ghost head chasing closer and closer behind him felt very meaningless.
Accompanied by strong wind and screaming, the group of ghost heads almost caught up with Zhang Maolin, who was running at the end. Zhang Maolin screamed and ran forward desperately. Unexpectedly, he staggered and was chased at the front. A ghost bit off a shoe.
Zhang Maolin turned his head subconsciously and saw that the ghost head who bit off his shoes was Liu Yufei. At this moment, he smiled grimly, showing his small white teeth, hissing and rushing forward again.
"Help me—help me—" Zhang Maolin stumbled and dashed forward desperately, pulling Ma Zhenhua's trouser legs tightly when he climbed the steps of the viewing platform.
Ma Zhenhua was dragged by Mu Yiran until he entered the viewing platform. He barely recovered his motor nerves. He used all fours and the ground to climb up, but was caught by Zhang Maolin. He was so scared that he hurriedly retracted his legs, but Zhang Maolin died. Tugged to death and refused to let go.
"Let go! You let go!" Ma Zhenhua's eyes were splitting, staring at Zhang Maolin hatefully, trying to break free.
"Help me—please—help me—" Zhang Maolin's eyeballs protruded out of the eye sockets because of extreme panic and begging, which made his face look extremely distorted. Fear, he used all his strength in his hands, and seemed to want to drag Ma Zhenhua down and throw it into the pile of ghost heads behind him, so that he could block the ghost heads for himself.
"Give you money—I give you money—all my net worth is given to you—I have eight hundred million—all to you—save me—save me—" Zhang Maolin cried, his voice was sharp It can almost pierce a person's tympanic membrane.
"Let go-you go to die! Go to die!" Ma Zhenhua looked anxious and kicked Zhang Maolin's face and throat fiercely.
One foot, two feet, ten feet.
One foot is heavier than one, and the other is harder than the other, until at the end, he kicked Zhang Maolin's throat with all his strength, causing him to suffer severe pain and suffocation, and his hands were involuntarily loosened. The whole person rolled down the steps, and was falling into the whirlpool of dense hair and grape-like ghost heads.
Countless ghost heads rushed up immediately and immediately wrapped Zhang Maolin. Zhang Maolin stretched out his distorted hand, seemingly still begging for rescue.
The ghosts are like knots of sarcoma, firmly gnawing on Zhang Maolin's body, and making the sound of biting and swallowing, one after another, chained into pieces.
Zhang Maolin's screams were like a rough blade with burrs, pierced through the soles of everyone's feet.
Ma Zhenhua was incontinent again after urinating, falling down and climbing the steps desperately.
The viewing platform, which is not too high, seemed to climb for a century before reaching the top.
On the pillar of the pavilion where the sawdust was peeled off, there was a dark red muddy seal with a bleak character: Li Jinghao's seal.
Doctor Qin sighed slightly. Everyone searched this place before. At that time, there was no such seal on the pillar, but now it appears. It must be because Mu Yiran cracked the painful and tragic life experience of his life, which made him last for decades. The accumulated resentment is depressed, and there are people to talk to through paintings.
"And then?!" Wei Dong, who was the first to run up, looked at the seal and roared and asked.
"Hold it with your hand!" said Doctor Qin, who followed immediately.
Wei Dong was about to stretch out his hand, turned to see Ke Xun still behind, and yelled at him anxiously: "Kerr, come on! The heads are catching up! Come on!"
"You go first! I'm fine!" Ke Xun called, turning his head to drag Mu Yiran behind.
Mu Yiran was dragged down by Ma Zhenhua. When he and Zhang Maolin were torn, Mu Yiran left him and didn’t want to worry about it anymore. Unexpectedly, this person could catch up again, and now he is like Zhang Maolin just now. He held his leg tightly and refused to let him leave him.
The ghosts rushed up, and they were about to catch up with Ma Zhenhua. At this moment, Ma Zhenhua realized the extreme fear Zhang Maolin had just now. He was holding Mu Yiran's legs tightly, and he was afraid that he would be kicked like he did to Ma Zhenhua. Going down, he thought, even if he died, he still had to pull a back.
Why, why did I die like this, but you can all live? Ma Zhenhua is unwilling, he hates, he resents incomparably.
People are about to die, and their strength often breaks through their limits. Mu Yiran was dragged by him and couldn't get out for a while.
Ke Xun went to drag him, but found that this was not enough, they had no time, and they couldn't be so entangled.
Ke Xun pushed the owner of the pancake stall to the front, and threw Dr. Qin a sentence: "Take him away!" Then he turned around and reached out to take off Mu Yiran's pants.
"You are looking for death!" Mu Yiran gritted his teeth angrily.
"What do you think about you, what can I do to you at this time?!" Ke Xun said while holding his hands, slapped Mu Yiran's fat linen trousers in two strokes.
Ma Zhenhua slid Mu Yiran's pants in her arms and let out a stern wailing.
"Heh." Ke Xun wanted to kick this man into the pile of ghosts, but still reached out and grabbed his collar, and lifted him up.
At the last few steps, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran stepped up almost at the same time, pressing both hands on the seal at the same time. Ke Xun only felt a white light flashing in front of him, and a picture frame-like thing appeared in the white light. .
The body subconsciously rushed towards the frame, but it was only a matter of a second. When I fixed my eyes, I could see the soft lighting above my head, and the walls on the outer ring of my body were hung with large and small bright or dark paintings.
——I'm back, that museum, that weird museum that led to this strange and nightmarish journey.
Wei Dong rushed to pinch Ke Xun's neck and shook: "Kerr! I am not dreaming?! Are we back? Are we really back? Let me pinch you, does it hurt? Isn't it a dream?"
Ke Xun pushed him away, rubbed his neck and coughed twice. Just about to speak, he was staggered forward by a strong force behind him. When he turned his head, he saw Ma Zhenhua with tears, nose and facial features twisted. Kneeling on the ground.
"Fate is pretty big." Ke Xun said blankly, no longer looking at him for the second time, only looking up at the painting on the wall behind him.
Paintings called "white matter" of the painting: Lijing Hao.
Only then did Ke Xun see the original appearance of the painting.
The surrounding mountains are far-reaching mountains, and Lijia Village is wrapped in these mountains. It really is remote enough and enclosed enough.
The lonely village, the dilapidated houses, and the gloomy tones all reveal the tragedy and oppressive colors that this village has enveloped.
On the outskirts of the village, someone was digging a grave. At the northern end of the village, a family has a mourning hall, and in the yard there are a few people wearing sackcloth coming and going.
Outside the courtyard of this family, three old locust trees with ghosts and beasts stood gloomy.
Looking closely at these three locust trees, the trunks are really awkward, like a human face covered with skin, and then closer and closer, one of the locust trees has a human face at the root of the tree, resembling Liu Yufei.
Ke Xun took a step back, and then looked at the viewing platform in the south of the village and the river beach next to it. The appearance of the two scenery really resembled the word "Jinghao".
Ke Xun pointed to the tree tumor that resembled Liu Yufei and turned to look at Mu Yiran: "Is this something that was originally painted?"
Mu Yiran stared at him coldly, but ignored him.
Ke Xun raised his eyebrows and was about to ask. He heard Doctor Qin talking next to him: "No, there is no such face in this painting, it's just because...someone died in the painting. The first two paintings we have entered are also In this way, once someone dies in the painting, his image will be retained in the painting and become part of the painting."
Ke Xun looked at him: "What about in the real world? Did this person just disappear out of thin air? No one would doubt it?"
Dr. Qin looked down: "In the real world, this person will still survive for a few days, but within these few days, he will lose all the memories in the painting, and then die in a seemingly normal way without causing any Human suspicion."
Ke Xun was speechless, and stopped looking at the painting, but continued to ask Dr. Xiang Qin: "What's next? Will we enter another painting again soon?"
Doctor Qin quietly reminded: "Touch your pocket."
Ke Xun and Wei Dong were busy touching their pockets after listening, and Ke Xun realized that their clothes had been changed back to the one they wore in the real world, but took out a piece of cardboard that they had never seen before from their trouser pockets. Come.
On the front of the hard paper, there is a large print of "Changhe Art Museum Art Exhibition". On the back of the hard paper, the small print is printed with the date, time, address of the Changhe Art Museum, and the words "Hall Three".
"This is..." Ke Xun had a bad feeling.
Dr. Qin said in a low voice: "The time and place for the next painting to be drawn. This is a ticket that only we have. It is also... a compulsory invitation letter for entering the painting."