Paintings of Terror

Chapter 322: Hehe 12 ┃ blood red sky

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"Di-"

The sound was not big, but it was very clearly transmitted to the ear.

How to put it, it's like there is an electronic timer in the body, no matter where you go, even if you close your ears, you can hear this "di-", this sound seems to come from your own heart or From the brain, there is no way to avoid it.

Wu You was woken up by this voice.

She raised her head from the quicksand, her hair was covered with sand, she looked at Gu Qingqing who was lying not far away.

Gu Qingqing also woke up, her spirit was not as good as Wu You's, and she didn't want to move at all.

Wu You sat up, took out his cell phone with great difficulty and looked at it, the time was displayed on it - 1:11:29.

"Qingqing, get up, it's been an hour!" Wu You stood up, walked with some difficulty in the sand, and slowly approached his friend, "We've come out! The sand is slowly changing. few!"

Gu Qingqing struggled to sit up from the sand, only to realize that the quicksand that almost completely buried herself had become much less at this moment.

Gu Qingqing wiped off the grains of sand stuck on his face, and was grateful for the life he picked up. At this time, his eyes fell on the big cowhide pocket between the two: "Is that thing still inside?"

Wu You had already picked up the cowhide sack, and carefully put her hand in, and she took out a golden hourglass filled with golden sand: "Yes, it's still there."

Gu Qingqing also leaned forward and looked at the hourglass in the shape of a pair of triangles. The figure full of golden sand looked like an Egyptian pyramid.

Wu You's eyes turned from bright to dark: "What use does this thing do to us, it's not a woodblock fragment..."

"At least this is what the cowhide pocket needs," Gu Qingqing put the gold sandglass back into the cowhide pocket, "As soon as we came to this world, we had this cowhide pocket by our side, and nothing could be put in the pocket, only There is this hourglass, so this thing must be useful to us. Maybe, maybe it can be used as a key or something."

A gust of wind blew up, and in an instant, the sand and stones flew away, and the wind became stronger and stronger. The two girls hugged each other tightly to resist the strong wind, and the cowhide sack was tightly hidden in their arms by the two of them.

After a few minutes, the wind faded away.

Along with the wind, there is also the sand.

The wind carried away the last grain of sand.

The two of them had solid ground under their feet, and the surrounding area was vast.

Wu You put the cowhide pocket firmly on his shoulders, and Gu Qingqing stared blankly at this vast sky and earth like the universe.

If a small space can bring people a sense of cramped fear, then in today's too vast world, people have a sense of helplessness like facing the ocean.

Now I don't know if it's sunset or sunrise, but there is a tinge of red on the horizon. The red is not the red of the glow, but the red of blood. It's like someone slaughtered a dragon on the horizon, and the blood splattered a small half of the sky.

The other half of the sky is also different in color, with one half grey and the other silvery white.

Gu Qingqing took Wu You's hand, not knowing what to do next.

The two did not know how the other groups were divided, but it was obvious that their group should be the weaker group in the whole.

In this regard, Wu You also encouraged Gu Qingqing to say: "You are responsible for the mental work, and I am responsible for the physical work. We are absolutely invincible!"

The two were at a loss now.

Wu You frowned, stared at the gray sky for a while, then took a few steps forward, as if something was attracting her there.

Gu Qingqing immediately grabbed Wu You, a little afraid of his companion's abnormal behavior: "Wu You, what did you see?"

Wu You stopped, his eyes fixed on the gray sky: "It's like a mirage, I saw and saw some ancient people working! Working with sweat!"

Gu Qingqing hurriedly wiped his glasses with his sleeves, put them on again and looked in that direction, it was still gray, and he couldn't see anything: "Maybe my eyesight is not good, maybe you have more aura than me, I Can't see anything! Tell me carefully, what kind of ancient people are they, and what are they doing?"

"I can't tell. As for the clothes of the ancients, I only know the Qing Dynasty and other dynasties..." Wu You said that he was a little embarrassed, and now he can only do his best to describe what he sees: "Anyway, these people Not from the Qing Dynasty, with a bun on his head, shirtless, a cloth towel wrapped around his waist, and very fat cloth trousers... Even if they are dressed for rough work, I can't see what kind of work they are doing..."

In Wu You's eyes, these scenes are like a curtain made of light gray tulle, watching a movie across from a certain ancient documentary.

"Is there a sound?" Gu Qingqing asked.

"what?"

"Do these people, these scenes, you see sound?"

Wu You listened, and there was actually a sound, and it was a harsh donkey bark.

Wu You quickly found the screaming donkey in the scene. The donkey was watching around with a pair of dumpling-like eyes, and when he felt bored, he cried out again.

"These people are unloading things from the donkey cart," Wu You continued, "Those things are gray, rectangular, a big piece, and how big are they? They are as big as a double desk in an elementary school. Well, it's as thick as... an oven."

Gu Qingqing ignored Wu You's inappropriate metaphor, and directly converted the thickness of the oven into three Cihai...

"Is their job just to unload the goods? Is there anything else?" Gu Qingqing felt like a blind man now, and Wu You was her eyes.

"They unloaded these large rectangular gray blocks from the donkey cart, and then moved them to a large shelf, where the pot was sitting on fire, and they didn't know what it was for." Wu You rubbed his eyes and stared at it carefully. the people in the scene.

"Don't worry, continue to observe," Gu Qingqing stared at the gray sky even though he couldn't see it, as if he could see it according to Wu You's description. Can you see the expressions of these people? What can be seen from their faces? Is it the joy of labor, or the anger of being exploited, or something else?"

Hearing this, Wu You stared fixedly at the person facing him and the person next to him who was facing him: "It's hard to say, they seem to be very happy, but it's like a kind of happiness. Secretly cooing... and they were still a little panicked, looking left and right, as if they were doing something shameful... A big man was still scolding the barking donkey, as if he was afraid that the donkey's barking would cause others to harass. Notice."

This is what Gu Qingqing did not expect: "You continue to observe, pay attention to the movements of their hands, and see what they are doing."

After about ten minutes, Wu You was surprised to find that a big man had stabbed a stick-like thing into the long gray square, and the two worked together to pull out the stick. Like opening a faucet, gray water slowly flows out of it.

Several people hurriedly took containers to pick up the gray water, as if these were what they needed.

This is the whole labor process.

After listening to Wu You's description, Gu Qingqing was silent for a while: "I don't understand this field at all. If Brother Mu or Mr. Shao were there, maybe the puzzle would be solved."

Wu You rubbed her eyes vigorously, and took a few steps forward: "No way, I can't see anymore, the scene has disappeared."

"Has it all disappeared? What are you seeing now?" Gu Qingqing asked unwillingly, "Is it the same as what I saw? It's something like some gray clouds."

"No, it's like an old photo, you can vaguely see those big gray squares, neatly placed there, and I don't know what they are for." Wu You turned around and looked at Gu Qingqing , "Why don't I try another direction?"

Gu Qingqing: "You mean, there may be similar scenes on the other two sides of the sky?"

"Try it." Wu You turned his body in a direction, this time facing the silver-white sky, "That direction is really bright, it's a bit dazzling."

Gu Qingqing couldn't see anything dazzling at all, only felt that a faintly bright cloud was floating there.

"Qingqing, I seem to understand a little bit why I can see, this may have nothing to do with vision." Wu You squinted and continued to stare at the silvery white, "According to our statement, I was a little psychic when I was young. , My grandmother said, my eyes are very clean, I can see a lot of things that others can't see, and because of that, I always got sick when I was a child.

"Later, my great-grandmother said she had tried to cover my eyes, so that if I couldn't see, I wouldn't be disturbed by those things..."

"Then why now..." Gu Qingqing asked.

"Since the last time our bones were seen, I always felt that the thing that my grandma used to cover my eyes seems to have disappeared... I seem to be able to see those things when I was a child again, but I became more daring after entering the painting. , I'm not easily frightened like I used to. I thought it was my illusion before, but today these scenes are so clear that I can see them again." Wu You's expression could not see sadness or joy.

Gu Qingqing stepped forward and took her hand without speaking.

Wu You rubbed his eyes again: "No, that direction is too bright, I can't see anything clearly now, I can only see a tree-like thing..."

Gu Qingqing was a little distracted, looking at Wu You's bright eyes: "I understand now that everyone selected by the painting has a reason."

Wu You nodded, thinking of this to himself, and then turned his eyes to the blood-red sky.

Maybe he couldn't see clearly at first glance, but when Wu You took a second look, he covered his eyes and let out a sharp exclamation.

Gu Qingqing hurriedly blocked Wu You's sight with her body, and patted her on the back to try to soothe her: "What's wrong? Did you see something scary?"

After a long while, Wu You nodded, but turned his face away subconsciously, avoiding the blood-red sky on that side as if in fear.

Gu Qingqing was not in a hurry to ask, just patted Wu You's back lightly, and then heard the other person say, "It's all ghosts."

"ghost?"

"Yes, the blood-red sky was full of ghosts, and they were all killed."

"Ghost? Killed?" Gu Qingqing was a little scared, but after thinking about it, she felt that the logic was different.

"Those ghosts have their stomachs ripped open, or their limbs cut off... That red color is stained by the ghost's blood!" Wu You only felt cold hairs stand up, and kept turning his face to avoid the blood-red sky.

What Wu You said, Gu Qingqing couldn't see anything, only the unnaturally red sky.