"Be careful, don't alarm it, let's continue to look forward..."
Colin gave this instruction while pulling the little girl forward. More and more brown willow branches could be seen in the canvas.
So densely packed...it almost fills up the world within the oil paintings.
Moreover, there was a strong mental disturbance spreading in the space, which made people feel extremely sleepy.
Under this kind of mental interference, the activity of most distorted life forms decreased, as if they were sleeping.
"This level of mental interference, if nothing unexpected happens, will definitely be a miracle."
Colin looked into the depths of the corridor. In the obscure darkness, he seemed to be able to glimpse something horrible sleeping.
However, he did not look at it for long, because these lives were very sensitive to any prying eyes, and if he was not careful, he might be noticed by those distorted lives.
The two of them carefully groped their way along the vines and gradually heard some light humming sounds. The sound seemed to be soothing something, but it was chaotic and vague, a bit like an eerie nursery rhyme.
And just after hearing this voice, Colin felt the heavy tiredness getting heavier and heavier.
It can be clearly determined that this special spiritual effect comes from this extremely strange female humming.
Fortunately, with the secret force flowing through his brain and strengthening the protection of his soul and spirit, he was still able to deal with these minor troubles.
And the little girl... looking at her expression, she wasn't affected at all, and she even seemed to be humming along.
Finally, after more than ten minutes, I saw the end of the corridor...
And saw an oil painting that was suspected to be the artist's last work before his death...
"No, the content on this painting is..."
Colin frowned and looked forward. On the wall at the end of the corridor, there was a huge painting hanging. In the painting, there seemed to be a huge humanoid branch creature woven out of willow vines...
At this moment, the human figure woven from willow vines was holding in his arms... no, it was a mass of deformed and twisted bloody rotten flesh.
The rotten meat looks a little bit like... a baby.
The baby's eyes were still covered with a blood-soaked cloth. He was now sleeping peacefully in the arms of the willow vine man, breathing steadily.
The willow vine man holding him is like a mother who only has her child in her eyes.
The drowsy and vague nursery rhyme came from the facial position of the willow vine man.
"I seem to have heard of this miracle before."
He remembered that in that dusk city, he had heard those suffering people who were left behind say that there was a miracle: the mother at the execution ground was judged as a witch...
She begged passers-by to weave a cane doll for her child that matched her body shape, and some kind people did so.
What people didn't expect was that a miracle finally happened to the rattan, and the baby fell asleep peacefully under the protection of the rattan mother...
However, it now seems that this miracle has a sleeping effect.
"What a poor baby." The little girl sighed as she looked at the baby in the mural who was being gently rocked by the mother with a cane.
Such a young child, who has never experienced anything, has become like this.