"The coffin is not the point, the point is the seal."
While Jenkins was thinking, Miss Glasses' voice came from nowhere, but it was definitely not in the room. Jenkins glanced at Mr. Stone lying next to his feet, then reached out and opened the coffin beside him.
"Ah~~~~"
As the flames covered the corpse wrapped in yellow linen in the coffin, sharp screams emerged from all the coffins one after another.
Amid the successive impacts, the remaining five coffins were all opened. As the silver-white sword light streaked across the air, the corpses that had just stepped out of the coffin were all neatly turned into corpses with severed hands and feet.
Viscous black blood flowed out from the corpse, and gathered under the round table at an extremely fast speed. The traces of black blood flowing drew dense lines on the floor of the room. The seal resonated with these lines, the round table shook, and then the long sigh almost flooded the entire room.
It's like waking up from a long sleep, and it's like finally returning to your home after a busy day.
With that sigh, except for Jenkins and the cat, everything in the room quickly turned black and white with the round table as the center. The whole world seemed to freeze, but it was only as if.
Jenkins held the sword and pulled the limp Mr. Stone towards the wall, and found that it was not the object that was fading, but the round table was absorbing the color of the outside world.
It gathered more and more colors, and the seal on the table was also broken little by little in the process. Those chaotic colors condensed into the shape of a head, and just the disordered arrangement of colors caused a great sense of discomfort.
Jenkins swung his sword again into the air, but was absorbed by the color barrier around the round table.
He put his hand into his bosom, and with a bang, he forcefully pried open the cork containing the bone meal with his thumb, and then lifted his hand, and the bone meal was immediately scattered into the air.
The sprinkling of white dust temporarily obscured the sight of both parties, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Jenkins rushed to the round table and swung his sword at the head on the table.
With a clanging sound, Jenkins's sword was struck on the head without dodging.
But when Jenkins swung his sword a second time, it made a noticeable dodge.
It was already too late, the bone dust in the air gathered at some point into a skeleton, hugging it behind the head. Taking advantage of this moment, the sword in Jenkins' hand split the round table and head in half in the burst of white light.
The loud rumbling sound reappeared when the sword light fell, and the smoke and dust disappeared, and the group returned to the silent studio again. Miss Glasses fell in front of her painting, the lid of the coffin in the painting was all opened, half of the painting turned into black and white, and the hideous human head on the round table was faintly visible.
"This painting is a bit interesting. Although the technique is in place, it still lacks some aura."
The young artist gave his evaluation with a sigh. Jenkins didn't bother to check Mr. Stone's situation, ignored the young artist's voice, and quickly dragged Miss Glasses to the window. She also passed out, but was revived after being called by Jenkins a few times.
After looking around in confusion, he didn't say such troublesome words as "who are you", but quickly understood the current situation.
"The painter himself does not have to face the monsters in his memory, but he has to face..."
With a bang, the artist dropped his paintbrush to the ground. He must have done this on purpose, because the paintbrush was directly broken into two pieces, and dropping it by accident would not have such an effect.
He ignored Jenkins and the others, but calmly took out another pen from the paper box on the side and continued to paint. Miss Glasses covered her mouth and kept shaking her head at Jenkins.
She was too intimidated to give Jenkins any more information.
"That's enough, you've done a good job. It's my turn next, but I'll warn you in advance that I've faced a lot of... magical creatures, so your main task for a while is to keep yourself safe , wait for me to solve the thing you can't say and then we all leave the oil painting together, do you understand?"
Jenkins was the highest-ranking of the crowd, and he has always shown full confidence and decisiveness. Miss Glasses didn't doubt his words, but she still couldn't help looking at Mr. Stone worriedly.
Truth be told, some of those past enemies aren't even Jenkins himself willing to face again. When he walked towards the blank canvas, he didn't worry about his own affairs, but secretly prayed for his companions in his heart, hoping that they would not die because of this.
Just like the two of them stretched out their fingers to point on the canvas, there seemed to be a cold air flow in the body invaded the canvas through the fingers, and then the image of an angel with wings stretched began to be sketched.
"This should be regarded as a sign of good luck, at least it's just an angel."
He thought about it, but found that he hadn't left the studio. Turning around and looking at the window, Miss Glasses and Mr. Stone had disappeared, and at this time the artist just put down his brush.
"That is to say, what I have to face is actually you? It is not the painter who is facing the memory."
Jenkins asked.
"Yes, but don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just want to take away some of your memories. Even so, you can still leave this strange place smoothly. After all, my purpose is just to collect some mortal fears. For Is the paradox... ”
"Whether it will allow you to enter the physical world is not really of interest."
Jenkins took him at his word.
"Oh, it looks like you know a lot about this place, so I look forward to your memory even more."
"That's really sorry, I never share memories with anyone."
"This is up to you."
The artist spoke relaxedly, and continued to paint with his back turned to Jenkins. The canvas on the drawing board in front of him has been replaced with a brand new white at some point. When the brush falls on it, the familiar studio is outlined on it.
The color fills quickly and both Jenkins and Painter are in the picture. It's just that in addition to these existing ones, some blood vessel-like protrusions have been added to the walls.
Jenkins looked at the surrounding walls, and sure enough, something exactly like the one in the painting was taking shape.
"I don't want to fight with you, it will destroy my studio. Why don't you resist, I just take out your memory, just like the men and women just now, it's not painful for you, And what I took away was your most feared memory, which is even a good thing for you."