Mu Yiran gently placed Ke Xun in the center of the altar, kissed him on the forehead, and then threw a few infusion bottles containing his own blood on the altar.
The infusion bottle shattered, and the blood in the bottle rushed towards the last edge of the altar as if it were conscious.
Mu Yiran estimated the time.
When the previous several companions died, although he had been concentrating and thinking hard, he did not neglect to observe the movement of the ghost image in the tornado column.
He knew the approximate time for them to break through the critical point, and also knew how long it would take for the blood of the artist to be converted into a part of the seal. He wanted to ensure that his blood could be converted just in time when the demons broke through the critical point.
Mu Yiran lay down beside Ke Xun and cut his wrist with a knife before hugging him into his arms.
The blood gushing from the wrist rushed to the last edge of the altar in a hurry, to join the blood in its blood. Mu Yiran was not worried that the blood from the wound would coagulate, they scrambled to crowd out without the slightest hesitation or pause.
Mu Yiran put Ke Xun's head on his shoulders, and gently placed his hands on his still-warm head, looking up at the whirlwind of the roaring and struggling demon at the top of the dome, whispering in Ke Xun's ear. talking.
"Now that I think about it, perhaps the hint that "Faith" gives us is that in addition to the coexistence and game between the two forces of good and evil, there is also the most important point, that is 'picture in picture'.
"No wonder you feel so depressed in that painting, everything seems fake.
"Maybe, you are like the ancient Gao Yang clan, or the master of Qin Shi, a rare 'superpower', a bug that was accidentally made by the 'God' when he created man.
"Of course, you don't have the power of observation, and you don't have unusual eyes like Wu You, but you are more sensitive than others, and you can subtly feel the existence of higher dimensional space - although this is not for us. what use.
"Do you still remember what you said in Faith? You said that your intuition is always accurate. But you also said that intuition is like luck. If you use it too much, it will run out, and it will not work. Then do you feel that you have been consuming your intuition since then, and it has been fulfilled again and again, maybe again and again, until...until this time.
"This time you said, your intuition is that we really can't survive. I hope, this time is the first time that your intuition has been exhausted.
"When we went back to collect blood just now, I didn't have time to say anything to you. I'm sorry for letting you, who are so curious, leave with an unsolved mystery.
"I think it should be possible to determine whether there are creatures in the seven-dimensional space. Remember how the disappearance of Jiuding was recorded in the historical data? It is said that one of them flew into Sishui, and the other eight disappeared immediately.
"With such a heavy Jiuding, what kind of power can make them fly into the water or disappear out of thin air? The expert who can see the 'heaven' said: There is a sky outside the sky, and people are like ants. It is the Jiuding artifact, but it is only a speck of dust. .
"And he also said later that there is no limit to heaven and earth, and there are thousands of creations. Every word is describing a larger world view, a different 'heaven and earth'.
"That's why Jiuding is 'knowable but not visible, visible but not accessible'. Consciousness can go to the place where Jiuding is located across time, space and dimension, and the power that can make Jiuding invisible and can only be seen in another dimension is only Only in seven-dimensional space.
"Another strong evidence that the power of the seven-dimensional space is acting in our world is the blank period of the half-belief in history that Shao Ling mentioned.
"If you think of those blank periods of history as objects, isn't this kind of disappearing out of thin air very familiar? Is it like Jiuding, which suddenly disappeared without leaving a trace
"Being able to draw out all the things that have happened on the axis of a period of history and a period of time, like drawing out a poker card, such an ability, only seven-dimensional space has, such a thing, only seven-dimensional creatures can do.
"The era of half-belief in history is the evidence that the seven-dimensional creatures play the low-dimensional universe arbitrarily, and this also proves that the interference of the seven-dimensional creatures with the low-dimensional universe can completely ignore any physical rules. The so-called time paradox is even completely possible. established.
"So what kind of existence is our world to a seven-dimensional creature, a painting? Maybe. Maybe we call a painting a 'painting', but in the seven-dimensional world, it may be called something else, it has The functions and properties of the painting may also be completely different from the paintings we define.
"But no matter what our world is in their eyes or what it is used for, we low-level creatures are only ants and dust-like existences to them.
"We're not sure what the seven-dimensional creatures will do with us 'ants'. One group is usually defensive and hostile to another group with similar strengths, because they can't be sure whether the other is hostile to them, but It is often easier to have sympathy for groups that are far weaker than themselves.
"Of course, the situations I'm talking about are only one in a trillion possibilities. A singularity can lead to countless time axes and parallel universes, as well as countless possibilities. What I'm talking about is only one of them. One, there is little hope.
"So we can only use the word 'bet'. We're betting on the one in a trillion odds that our consciousness will be able to cross dimensions and communicate with the protists there at the height of the seventh dimension, after all , in the seven-dimensional space everything is possible, everything can happen.
"What can't be avoided is that if our consciousness can travel across dimensions to the seventh-dimensional space, the ghost's consciousness can probably be, too. We want to use consciousness to communicate with the seventh-dimensional creatures, so as to try to change what has happened, and the ghost can also do the same.
"That's why we say that we are betting on the slim chance that we can win the battle of consciousness with demons.
"This is not a purposeless delusion. Remember, our consciousness was combined with the power of ghost text.
"The power of ghost text comes from the seven-dimensional space and is created from seven-dimensional creatures. If there is a difference in essence and attributes between the 'painting' we define and the 'painting' of seven-dimensional creatures, then the seal is different. It Since it is inherited from our creator, the seven-dimensional creature, it means that at least some of its functions are similar to its definition in the seven-dimensional space.
"In our place, the seal can be a mark, a seal, or an energy core that condenses the artist's consciousness and spiritual power, then in the seven-dimensional space, it can also be a mark, seal, and energy core.
"If that's the case, we have the opportunity to interact with the seventh-dimensional creatures. It is conceivable that thirteen large ants feeding on human food fight with hundreds or thousands of wild ants. As human beings, Which side would you prefer emotionally
"Nevertheless, the probability of our success is still only one in a trillion. After all, we are only low-level creatures, and we cannot use human emotions and behavioral logic to reverse an absolutely high-level creature.
"We only have this line of possibility. Looking for a lifetime in the nine deaths, looking for the truth in the mountains and seas, and looking for each other in the prehistoric universe.
"That's it. Ke Xun, see you in another dimension.
"I love you."
Mu Yiran gently kissed the already cold lips of the person in his arms, and along with this light kiss, there was a grain of warm water.
The huge and heavy tornado column at the top of the dome suddenly stopped at this moment. The gray wind skin, black wind core, and blood-colored wind patterns seemed to be frozen into an ugly and terrifying lava monster in the process of creeping and surging. With his feet on the desolate ground, his head against the vast sky, he bent his huge body with stinky scales and armor, staring at the small altar below him.
The whistling of the wind stopped abruptly, the whistling stopped, and the whole world was so still that needles could be heard falling.
The thirteen people who entered the painting above the altar were lying down even more quietly than heaven and earth.
The next second, the tornado column was like a thick black firework that exploded, covering the entire sky with a bang, and the sharp cry of the ghost laughing demon seemed to be amplified hundreds of millions of times at the same time, roaring, tearing, cheering, and boiling. From the sky to the ground to the sky from the ground to the sky - for thousands of years! They have been sealed in a deep underground where the sun cannot be seen for thousands of years! Who can imagine their pain and humiliation! Who can understand their sorrow and despair!
They originally possessed the sunshine, air, colors, mountains and seas of this world together with human beings.
God knows how eager they are to get this wonderful thing again!
Thousands of years - who knows what they have gone through in these thousands of years of sparring and despairing blows.
How many dismayed fellows gradually accepted this sad reality, and bit by bit, they lowered their heads looking up at the sun-hungry heads on the ground, and they finally forgot their original intentions and were content with the status quo.
Now, how many of the same kind can remember their original beliefs? ! How many of the same kind still refuse to give up the pursuit and thirst for sunlight, and struggle to contend with the forces on the ground? !
If even the spirit and faith are dead, what is the difference between the living and the walking dead? !
- But now it's alright!
- The moment that I have been praying for for thousands of years has finally come!
-rush! Get out of this disgusting and cold underground world! Rush towards the sun, towards the light, towards the fresh and bright world, recapture everything that belongs to them, kill all the human beings, kill all these alien creatures, they have destroyed the world in so many holes, they are no longer worthy of being The ruler of this world!
-Everything in the world starts again and again, comes back to life from the dead, the prosperity will decline, the one will grow and the other will grow - it is time to recreate the universe, the world changes, and the era is renewed!
Hundreds of millions of demons were celebrating with revelry, boiling and turning over the world. In this extreme excitement, in the next moment, in the sound of the tsunami mountain that was about to tear the world apart, on the small cold and quiet altar, Mu Yiran smiled, stretched out his slender hand full of artist's breath, and gently covered the bright red dazzling seal under him.
"Mountains and Seas".
It is the most wonderful and greatest painting that his art dealer has ever identified in his life.
Really worthwhile trip.
…
Just like every time the painters successfully leave the world of the painting, the bright and dazzling light radiates from the seal under the body toward the four poles of heaven and earth, with an unimaginable and powerful force.
…
Light carelessly picked up the water glass that he had just accidentally touched, and by the way, casually flicked the unlucky three-dimensional holographic film with his fingertips a few times.
This lowest-level three-dimensional holographic film, if it wasn't for the fact that Grandpa still likes it, would have been left to dust by the high pavilion of the beam.
The reason why Grandpa likes this kind of low-grade holographic film that is not very rare even for children is because this film is a birthday present for Grandpa made by clumsy hands.
I feel ashamed myself.
The three-dimensional holographic film, at such a low level, is still structurally unstable by itself, and the energy leaks... Look, isn't this overflowing again? ... just like a defective product, humiliating.
Light peeked at it, and when Grandpa wasn't paying attention, he planned to erase his anchor mark on the holographic film.
—Never let anyone know that this humiliating gift was made by myself, eh!
It is too late to recover the energy particles of the low-level micro-matter that leaked out. The light only focuses on bouncing a few micro-matter energy particles with anchor energy back to the holographic film. Otherwise, the lack of anchor energy will also cause the film surface. Incomplete, after all, this is a gift for grandpa, and it can't be too sloppy.
Erasing the anchor seal is very simple.
Light glanced casually, and plucked a time string directly before the Anchor Mark appeared.
See, it's that simple and easy.
When the light achieved his goal, he neatly brushed off a few particles of dust that had been accidentally shaken off from the holographic film, and got up and left.
…
"I have always been timid and cowardly... I have been hiding behind Ke Er since I was a child, and I have always been covered and protected by him. But in my life, I want to be brave once... This time, let me come first Let's take the lead, Ke'er, everyone," Wei Dong took out his utility knife and said with a smile, "See you in another dimension."
He raised his hand and used the sharp edge of the utility knife, trembling, but with all his strength, he cut the aorta of his neck—"—Fuck—"
Wei Dong was hot, and he threw the knife out with a flick of his hand.
On the quiet altar, thirteen people stood dumbfounded, staring at each other.
In the clear and clear plateau night sky, the winter stars are few, but they are brilliant. In the distance, the snow-capped mountains are continuous and the Cangyuan is magnificent.
The glittering snow light reflects the Kuanggu like a silver gauze, with dreams and serenity, mystery and tranquility from the ancient mythological era.
The tough and fresh winter wind slammed on the face and body without much mercy. Luo Xiao and Wu You sneezed a few times one after another, and the thirteen people who were standing stiffly were in a trance and slowly turned around.
"... My Nima—what the hell is that?!" Li Xiaochun jumped up and screamed, "Fuck—too Nima is scary—fuck—it's scarier than death! Worse than a ghost! What the hell is that? thing?!"
"Seven-dimensional creatures." Hua Jiqiu wiped the misty spectacles, "Exhausting all the higher creatures that cannot be described by human imagination."
"Then we are... This is... Is it okay? Are you alive?" Wei Dong looked at Mu Yiran, at Ke Xun, and at Fang Fei.
"Otherwise?" Although Fang Fei asked rhetorically, she subconsciously touched her temple to confirm whether there was a gun hole there.
"This shows that our timeline has been modified, but it did not create a parallel space because of this, but was violently and forcibly modified directly on the original timeline," Zhu Haowen sorted out his thoughts, "So, we are still the original us. , but from this timescale, it will be a whole new timeline.”
"Hey! You don't care what time line is behind it, we are alive for the last word! Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Ahahahahaha!" Wei Dong laughed wildly in the sky, laughed and burst into tears.
This cry seems to have triggered some empathy device. Li Xiaochun, Luo Xun, Wu You, Gu Qingqing, several people followed and cried together, hugged and cried, curled up and cried, Li Xiaochun even collapsed. On the altar, crying hoarse.
Even Hua Jiqiu and Yue Cen were infected and shed tears.
"It's interesting that we still retain the memories of when we were conscious." Zhu Haowen was still recalling everything that happened before.
"You have to know," Shao Ling tried his best to control his choked voice, "seven-dimensional creatures don't care about this, just like we don't care if a piece of dust that originally sticks to the sole of a shoe will flew to a flower."
"We can be considered people with more knowledge." Qin Ci said with a smile.
"Yeah, the side effect is that now I feel that everything around me is boring and ridiculous." Zhu Haowen said coolly.
"You're a veritable 'in the past'." Shao Ling gradually relaxed.
"You masters... can you stop talking... I'm hungry... I want to eat meat..." Wei Dong howled.
"I'll do it... I'll do it..." Li Xiaochun cried loudly.
"I'll help... I'll help you..." Wu You twitched the ground.
Gu Qingqing was crying so much that she couldn't speak, so she nodded again and again.
"I... I can't go down to the altar..." Luo Meng cried and stood on the edge of the altar and looked down. Why is the altar so high, and how did he get up at that time
"… Where are Ke'er and... and the boss?" Wei Dong looked around with tears in his eyes, "Ow—what about Ke'er and the boss?! They didn't come back?! Ah?!"
Fang Fei even took a tissue and took it out and handed it to him: "You put tears on my face. The two of them went off the altar just now."
"Huh?!" Wei Dong took the paper and used it to blow his snot in surprise, "Why are they silent? Why did you go?"
"What else can I do?" Fang Fei said.
Not doing anything.
Ke Xun and Mu Yiran were sitting in Mu Yiran's Knight XV, leaning against each other quietly, looking at the night sky outside the car window.
From life to death, from death to life, there may be no couple in this world who can share such an experience together.
Life and death cycle.
Some words no longer need to be said to each other.
Until the smell of Li Xiaochun's barbecue got into the car, Ke Xun laughed: "Let's go, eat the meat."
…
Facing the platinum-gold north wind in the morning, the convoy quietly left the Nalangele Canyon.
Ke Xun sat in the passenger seat, his eyes slightly shifted from Mu Yiran's calm side face, and looked at the distant sky outside the car window.
Through the thick clouds, through the high sky, across the grand and splendid cosmic galaxy, all the way up.
Four-dimensional time axis, five-dimensional time plane, six-dimensional space-time warping, seven-dimensional infinite universe.
Ke Xun tilted his head against the car window next to him, recalling himself when he was a conscious body.
Weird.
The consciousness of Yi Ran and his companions crossed the dimension with him and came to the seventh-dimensional space.
They stayed there, but he kept going all the way up.
why
Maybe it was because he felt a little suffocated. As in the Faith painting, he had trouble breathing, he couldn't breathe—though it's not known how a conscious body could feel this way.
So he desperately ascended, ascended, he didn't know where he wanted to ascend, but he wanted to break free from this suffocating space and go outside to breathe.
So, he came to the eight-dimensional space.
Seven-dimensional infinite universe.
Infinite infinite universes in eight dimensions.
Then, there is a nine-dimensional space that can travel freely between any two points in an eight-dimensional space, a ten-dimensional space in which all physical substances are embodied by strings of different vibration frequencies, and… Consists of time, space, memory, and perception, eleven Dimensional ultramembrane space.
Ke Xun has long been unable to see the universe he came from, and even the seven-dimensional God space, which is supreme to human beings, seems so small and humble here.
Surrounded by a vast expanse, an infinite, infinite, elastic membrane universe is everywhere.
Comparing oneself to a speck of dust at this moment is probably an exaggeration and magnification of trillions of times.
Floating in such a vast super universe, why... why is it still so suffocating
No wonder he is more sensitive than others.
Ke Xun felt uncomfortable, so he had no choice but to find a way around.
Suddenly, as if bursting out of a membrane, he rushed out of the eleven-dimensional space, out of this space that was already close to the top of cosmic cognition.
Everything became quiet and terrifying in an instant.
The majestic super universe turned into an infinitesimal and infinite singularity in front of his eyes.
It becomes a point.
So what about beyond this point
Ke Xun rose in confusion.
He felt as if he had left another one... Maybe "dimensions" could no longer be defined here... He didn't know what to leave one, and when he looked down, he saw a pen - maybe in this place it didn't It's called a pen, but for some reason he calls it a pen in his consciousness—this pen draws past his eyes and falls heavily on the paper.
There were some fine ink flying off the tip of the pen, as small as very tiny dust. These little dusts fell on the drawing paper, exactly the same as the singularity that Ke Xun left.
What is this pen drawing
Ke Xun didn't have time to look.
Before being bounced back by the hand holding the pen, he only caught a glimpse of a strange but extremely beautiful seal on the painting.
…
"Ke Xun?" Mu Yiran's voice recalled Ke Xun's thoughts, "What are you thinking about?"
Ke Xun turned his head to look at him, thought about it for a while, and said with a smile, "I think, the most terrifying thing in the world is not gods and ghosts."
"Oh, what is that?" Mu Yiran asked with a chuckle.
"Yes, science." Ke Xun replied solemnly.
[End of text]
The author has something to say:
That's right, Baoyue's coordinates are exactly the hometown of Ke Xun and Weidong - Z City.
The weather a few days ago was like returning to Xiaoyangchun, it was unbelievably sunny, and it didn't suddenly cool down until today. It is said that it will rain tomorrow.
Anyway, for Baoyue, this is an unusual night, because our "Painting Horror" ends tonight.
What a huge pit ╮(￣▽￣")╭, what makes me feel is that I fill in a pile of soil every day, but it never stops.
It has been almost a whole year since I started writing in October 2018. During this year, I have been writing every day. From the main line to the idea, to the frame of each painting, it is slowly generated almost every day. are slowly being reshaped.
Thank you dear, lovely and warm little fairies for taking the trouble to accompany "Painting Horror" to the end. Thinking that in April this year, the collection of this article broke through 500, and I won't even dare to think about it. I thought about the opportunity to enter V. In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed. This article has hundreds of times of readers and friends.
I opened the window and looked outside, but I couldn't see a single star. Probably all the stars in front of my window flew into the novel I just finished tonight (^з^)-☆
And you, my dear readers and friends, to Baoyue, they are all as bright as stars!
Love you all my dear readers little fairies!
Again, bow deeply.
Thanks to every reader and friend who accompanied Baoyue into the painting, we once flew over the stars and experienced mountains and seas together.
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The text of "Painting Horror" is now over, and there are still a few chapters to follow. Given that Baoyue is a severe infertility patient, it is estimated that he will not be able to write a few chapters. . Interested babies can take a look~
★After the end of this article, Baoyue is about to devote herself to the process of drafting the new article. The title of the article has not been decided yet, and the copywriting has not yet come out. There is only a vague framework in her mind, and the specific details are still unresolved. I didn't have time to fill it in. It is estimated that it will take a while to save the manuscript. First, put a blank copy in the column. If the sisters are willing to continue to accompany Yuyue to enjoy the flowers, the moon, the autumn fragrance, and the texts , you might as well move to Xinkeng to collect it~ (Because the title of the article has not yet been determined, it will be called "Xinwen Wen" first... cough)
The show will start tomorrow, alright~!
Have a good night's sleep everyone~!