Paintings of Terror

Chapter 13: Bai Shi 13 ┃ Good brothers must live and die together

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The crowd was silent.

What kind of person, what kind of hatred, is to curse the family to the point of cutting off their descendants and the whole family

Even the last dead person in this family was not spared. Everyone became a corpse and lay in a coffin, and he had to be struck by lightning.

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

"How to find it? It's dark now, so I can't find it at all!" Liu Yufei tugged at his hair irritably and anxiously.

"I'll take the old man out and ask." Ke Xun said, striding to the door of the back room, knocking hard a few times, but there was no movement in the room.

"Smash! Smash the door!" Liu Yufei blushed, grabbed the chair in the room, rushed over, and slammed it on the door.

Ke Xun was almost swayed by him, he took two steps to the side, and Liu Yufei smashed the door as hard as he could, but the wooden door was as hard as iron, and the chair in Liu Yufei's hand was smashed to pieces. Smash the wooden door out a little.

"It's useless," the doctor shook his head slightly. "Look at this, the door can't be slammed open. You can check the time."

Ke Xun took out his mobile phone from his pocket, but it still showed no signal, and it was past nine o'clock.

"From nine o'clock in the evening, we will officially enter the so-called 'people's set' period in the twelve o'clock." The doctor said, "People set the meaning, it is dark, people stop activities, prepare to sleep and rest. No matter how we hit the door, The old man has already entered the state of 'personal fixation', and it is impossible to carry out activities any more, we have missed the time period when we can ask him, and we can only wait for tomorrow."

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

The doctor shook his head and looked at the others: "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 twitched his lips and looked at Ke Xun in despair.

"When will you be allowed to walk outside the designated area?" Ke Xun asked Mu Yiran.

"I can't be 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 and enter eleven o'clock. , it's already time."

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

He believed in fate, but never accepted it. He has always believed that life can be changed by himself.

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

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

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

At night, the village was so dark that one could not see five fingers, and the air was filled with thick fog and the stench of an approaching thunderstorm.

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

Ke Xun climbed up the tree and climbed dangerously between the branches, trying hard to find suspicious traces.

In an atmosphere of depression, anxiety, tension, and fear, time passed quickly or slowly, until I heard a cell phone ringing coldly, the doctor sighed softly, "It's only twenty minutes away. It's eleven o'clock, just find it here, if it's too late to go back, I'm afraid there will be danger."

Hearing this sentence in the ears of everyone, it was extremely cruel.

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

Everyone was silent for a moment, and finally walked with heavy footsteps to where they should go.

Wei Dong lost his mind and could not move his legs for a long time.

Ke Xun clenched his fists and slammed it on the tree trunk, his chest heaving heavily for a while, he gritted his teeth, came over and hugged Wei Dong's shoulders, and led him to the Li family's house, still not letting go after entering the courtyard gate. , went straight to the direction of the mourning hall.

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

"Tonight, I will accompany Dongzi in the mourning hall." Ke Xun said word by word.

"You are courting 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 with a blank expression.

"You can't solve any problems with your anger." Mu Yi said coldly.

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

"Listen," Mu Yiran let go of his arm, grabbed him by the front suddenly, and pulled him in front of him with force, "I can't control how you want to die, but if it involves me, I will I won't agree. It is stipulated that two people are in the firewood room, and both of them must be in the firewood room. Unless one person has died beforehand, the other person will also be doubled back. Of course, what will happen to me, you There is no obligation to be held accountable, then in the event of such a disagreement, there is only one way to resolve it."

Before Ke Xun could ask a question, he saw Mu Yiran's other hand suddenly slashed and slashed at a lightning-fast speed, hitting the back of his neck. Ke Xun didn't even have time to dodge, so he didn't say a word. The ground was planted on Mu Yiran's body.

Mu Yiran grabbed him and looked at Wei Dong, who was trembling all over.

"Sorry." Mu Yiran looked at him, "I think you and he should have understood long ago that from the moment we entered the world in the painting, our lives were already hanging on our hair, and we won't die this night. , may also die the next night. And what is even more hopeless is that even if you leave this painting, you will enter the next painting, just like me, I don't know when it will end. If forever Can't it end?"

Wei Dong's body trembled violently, almost unsteady.

"If that's the case, it seems that there is no point in trying to live so hard." Mu Yiran's voice was still cold and calm, "but always try, maybe after leaving this painting, there will be no more problems. One picture. So, in my opinion, if you can continue to live, there is hope, and not being able to continue to live is not necessarily a relief. I hope I say this to make you feel a little better.”

"...I..." Wei Dong opened his mouth, but could only utter a vague syllable.

"Go in, time is running out." Mu Yiran was so calm that it was almost cruel.

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

Mu Yiran watched him take a few steps, looked down at Ke Xun, who was dazed in his arms and frowned, his eyes flickered, he hounded him and chased behind Wei Dong, whispering in Wei Dong's ear He said: "After entering the house, lie down in a corner, tuck your head into the collar, don't show anything outside the collar, including your hair, and then don't move, no matter what you hear, no matter what you are touched When you arrive, don't move, and if there is movement around you, try to hold your breath."

Wei Dong looked at him hesitantly.

"It's just a way I speculate, it hasn't been proven, and I'm not sure if it will work." Mu Yiran's voice was calm, "Don't hold your hopes too high, this is just a conjecture of a dead horse becoming a living horse doctor."

Wei Dong turned around and stumbled into the mourning hall.

Ke Xun was awakened by a muffled thunder.

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

Ke Xun instantly recalled what happened before he fainted, and his fire rose rapidly, struggling to sit up, but Mu Yiran grabbed his throat with one hand and pressed him to the ground.

"Wei Dong can't die. If you move around again, I'll stun you again." Mu Yiran's volume was so low that he could barely hear it, but he could still feel the chill in his voice.

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

After a while, the surrounding movement slowly entered his ears.

It was a queer, rustling sound.

Not the sound of paper, nor the sound of the wind blowing dead branches or the door, it sounded like something was slowly wriggling.

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

It turns out that this person will be nervous. Ke Xun thought to himself, it seems that the thing that made the squirming sound is even higher in magnitude than the pair of paper figurines.

Unexpectedly, Ke Xun reached out and held Mu Yiran's hand.

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

Ke Xun didn't expect the stress reaction of his body under the fear. Fortunately, it was a very special time, otherwise he might have been cut off by Mu Yiran's throat.

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

The two took a light breath at the same time, and Ke Xun could feel it. Mu Yiran let them hide behind the firewood pile. The sound was moving slowly outside the firewood pile, like a shuttle, and suddenly stopped. At the position of the heads of the two, the surroundings suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Ke Xun's scalp exploded and he quickly held his breath.

It was so quiet that he could hear his heart pounding hard against his chest.

Ke Xun began to worry that his heart was beating so fast that 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, ominous premonition pressed down on Ke Xun more and more heavily.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Just when Ke Xun's lungs ran out of air, and he could hardly help breathing, he heard a "click".

A piece of 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 was ignorant and unreal, and it seemed that he could overcome with hard work. Therefore, when he was with an old driver like Mu Yiran, who had entered painting, he must be aware of it in the early stage. And the conflict of ideas, I think, fear and fearlessness coexist, impulse and blood coexist, this kind of performance is more like a normal reaction of a novice, if you come up to be a golden warrior, it is not reasonable and loses growth. fun~

Therefore, our male protagonist Ke Xun will grow up, he will become stronger and more stable, more and more will melt someone's iceberg, and his love will glow~

Little fairies please wait and see, Bao Yue's son is also your son, let us raise this baby with our own hands, and give him a beautiful marriage~~

ahhh~~~