I saw the three locust trees that were left 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 towards the crowd. , the messy hair is tangled in a ball, dragged into a cloud of hair behind, the ghost's head rushing slowly appears and disappears between the tangled hair, the gray and cracked face is full of facial features, hateful You can't catch up with the person in front immediately, so you can eat the meat and drink the pulp alive.
The owner of Pancake and Ma Zhenhua were so frightened that they couldn't get up after crawling for a long time.
Ke Xun turned his head, turned around, grabbed the collar of the pancake boss and ran away.
He is incapable of helping two people. He often does weight-bearing running exercises in school. The weight of an adult is already his upper limit.
Seeing that Wei Dong also turned around and wanted to drag Ma Zhenhua, Ke Xun scolded him back: "Can you drag him, you idiot?! Do what you can, and run!"
Wei Dong hurriedly turned around and continued to run, but Mu Yi glanced at Ke Xun, then turned around and dragged Ma Zhenhua, who was paralyzed into mud.
"Can it be done?" Ke Xun asked him.
"Looks like you've forgotten who pushed you down on the first night." Mu Yi replied lightly.
Ke Xun laughed and winked at him: "Don't be complacent, I just let you get it because I was unprepared. If you come face-to-face, it's not certain who will overpower who."
Seeing Mu Yiran's cold face, he strode forward over him.
It was fun to play with him. Ke Xun thought to himself.
The ghost head chasing closer and closer behind him makes people feel very boring.
Accompanied by the strong wind and screaming, the ghost head group almost caught up with Zhang Maolin, who was running at the end. Zhang Maolin cried and ran as fast as he could. Unexpectedly, he stumbled and was chased by the front one. Ghost head bit off a shoe.
Zhang Maolin turned his head subconsciously and saw that the ghost who bit off his shoe was Liu Yufei. At this moment, he was smiling grimly, showing his tiny blue and white teeth, and snarled and rushed up again.
"Save me - save me -" Zhang Maolin stumbled and rushed forward desperately, grabbing Ma Zhenhua's trouser legs as he climbed the steps of the fire viewing platform.
Ma Zhenhua was dragged by Mu Yiran for a long time. He barely recovered his motor nerves until he entered the fire viewing platform. He climbed up with all his limbs and the ground. Refused to let go.
"Let go! You let go!" Ma Zhenhua stared at Zhang Maolin with hatred, trying to break free.
"Save me - please - save me -" Zhang Maolin's eyes bulged out of their sockets because of the extreme panic and begging, which made his face look extremely distorted and terrifying. He used all his strength, as if he wanted to drag Ma Zhenhua down and throw it into the pile of ghost heads behind him, so that he could block the ghost head's pursuit in his place.
"Give you money - I'll give you money - I'll give you all my net worth - I have 800 million - I'll give you all - save me - save me -" Zhang Maolin cried, his voice was so sharp that it could almost pierce a person's eardrum .
"Let go - go to hell! Go to hell!" Ma Zhenhua hurriedly kicked Zhang Maolin's face and throat with his feet.
One foot, two feet, ten feet.
One foot was heavier than the other, and the other was more ruthless, until the last kick with all his strength kicked Zhang Maolin's throat, causing him to experience severe pain and suffocation. The man rolled down the steps and fell into the vortex beneath him, which was gushing from the dense hair and grape-like piles of ghost heads.
Countless ghost heads rushed up and instantly wrapped Zhang Maolin. Zhang Maolin stretched out his distorted hand and seemed to be still begging for rescue.
The ghost heads were like sarcomas that were born one after another, firmly attached to Zhang Maolin's body, and made a sound of biting and swallowing, one after another, connected into pieces.
Zhang Maolin's shrill scream was like a rough blade full of burrs, stabbed bluntly from the bottom of everyone's feet.
Ma Zhenhua became incontinent again after urinating, and stumbled and climbed the steps desperately.
The fire viewing platform, which is not very high, seems to have climbed for a century to reach the top.
On the pavilion column where the wood chips were peeling off, there was a muddy dark red seal with a cool font: Li Jinghao Seal.
Dr. Qin sighed slightly. Everyone had searched this place before. At that time, there was no such seal on the pillar, but now it shows up. It must be because Mu Yiran deciphered his painful and tragic life experience, which made him dozens of The resentment and anguish accumulated in the years, there are people who can talk to the painting.
"And then?!" Wei Dong, who was the first to run up, roared and asked, looking at the seal.
"Press it with your hands!" said Dr. Qin, who followed closely behind.
Wei Dong was about to stretch out his hand when he turned his head and saw that Ke Xun was still behind him, so he yelled at him anxiously: "Ke'er, hurry up! The leaders are catching up! Hurry up!"
"You go first! I'm fine!" Ke Xun shouted, turning to drag Mu Yiran who was behind.
Mu Yiran was dragged down by Ma Zhenhua. When he and Zhang Maolin were torn apart, Mu Yiran left him and he didn't want to care anymore. Unexpectedly, this person could catch up again, and now, like Zhang Maolin just now, he died. Holding his leg tightly, refused to let him leave him.
The ghosts rushed up, and they were about to catch up to Ma Zhenhua. At this moment, Ma Zhenhua realized Zhang Maolin's extreme fear just now. He hugged Mu Yiran's leg tightly, and he was afraid that he would kick him down like he did to Ma Zhenhua. He thought, even if he died, he would have to pull a pad on his back.
Why, why should I die like this, yet you can all live? Ma Zhenhua is not reconciled, he hates, he is extremely resentful.
When a person is about to die, his strength often breaks through the limit, and Mu Yi was dragged by him, unable to escape for a while.
Ke Xun went to drag him, but found that this would not work, they had no time, and couldn't be so entangled.
Ke Xun pushed the owner of the pancake stand to the front, and threw Dr. Qin, "Take him with you!" Then he turned around and stretched out his hand to take off Mu Yiran's pants.
"You are courting death!" Mu Yiran gritted his teeth angrily.
"What are you thinking about, what can I do to you at this time?!" Ke Xun said while keeping his hands in his hands, and slid off Mu Yiran's fat sackcloth pants in two strokes.
Ma Zhenhua hugged Mu Yiran's pants and slipped out, and a mournful howl came out of his mouth.
"Heh." Ke Xun wished he couldn't kick this man into the pile of ghosts, but he still reached out and grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
In the last few steps, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran stepped up almost at the same time. Both hands pressed on the seal at the same time. thing.
The body subconsciously rushed towards the picture frame, but it only took a second. When I looked closely, I saw the soft light above my head, and the outer wall of my body was surrounded by large and small paintings, bright or dark.
— back, that art gallery, that weird art gallery that led to this nightmarish, spooky journey.
Wei Dong pounced on Ke Xun's neck and shook it violently: "Ke'er! I'm not dreaming?! We're back? We're really back? Let me pinch you, does it hurt? Is it really a dream?"
Ke Xun pushed him away, rubbed his neck and coughed twice. Just as he was about to speak, he was staggered forward by a force behind him. When he turned his head to look, he saw that it was Ma Zhenhua, with tears and snot on his face, his facial features twisted and paralyzed. Kneeling on the ground.
"It's a big life." Ke Xun said with a blank expression, he didn't look at him again, he only looked up at the painting hanging on the wall behind him.
The painting is called "White Matters", and the author of the painting is Li Jinghao.
Only then did Ke Xun see the original appearance of the painting.
There are far-reaching mountains on the four sides, and Lijia Village is surrounded by these mountains. It is indeed remote enough and closed enough.
The lonely village, the dilapidated houses, and the gray tones all reveal the tragedy and depression shrouded in this village.
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 there are a few people in linen coming and going in the courtyard.
Outside the courtyard of this family, three old locust trees with the appearance of ghosts and beasts stood gloomily and silently.
Looking closely at the three locust trees, the trunks are indeed jagged and crooked, and the skin is covered with the shape of a human face. If you look closely, there is a human face at the root of one of the locust trees, which resembles Liu Yufei.
Ke Xun took a step back, and then looked at the fire viewing platform in the south of the village and the river beach next to it. The appearance of the two scenes really resembled the word "Jinghao".
Ke Xun pointed at the tree tumor that resembled Liu Yufei, and turned to look at Mu Yiran: "Is this what's already in the painting?"
Mu Yiran stared at him with a cold face, but ignored him.
Ke Xun raised his eyebrows and was about to ask when he heard Dr. Qin speak next to him: "No, there is no such face in this painting, it's just because... someone else died in the painting. The same is true for the first two paintings we entered. , once someone dies in the painting, then his image remains in the painting and becomes part of the painting."
Ke Xun looked at him: "What about in the real world? Did this person just disappear out of thin air? Wouldn't anyone doubt it?"
Dr. Qin lowered his eyes: "In the real world, this person will 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 that will not cause any damage. people's suspicion."
Ke Xun was speechless, stopped looking at the painting, and continued to ask Dr. Qin, "What's next? Will we enter another painting right away?"
Dr. Qin reminded calmly, "touch your pocket."
After hearing this, Ke Xun and Wei Dong hurriedly touched their pockets. Only then did Ke Xun realize that his clothes had changed back to the one he wore in the real world, but he took out a piece of cardboard he had never seen before from his trouser pocket. Come.
On the front of the cardboard is printed the line of "Changhe Art Museum Art Exhibition" in large print, and on the back of the cardboard, in small print, the date, time, the address of Changhe Art Museum, and the words "Exhibition Hall No. 3" are printed.
"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 entered, this is a ticket that only we have, and it is also... If you can't refuse to change hands, a mandatory invitation letter to enter the painting."