Paintings of Terror

Chapter 7: Bai Shi 07 ┃ The death of the guardian

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The doors and windows of the main room were tightly closed, making it hard to imagine the situation in the house at the moment, but Ke Xun didn't care about the main room, he strode to the firewood room and slammed the door: "Dongzi! Dongzi! What are you doing? Like? Dongzi!"

The more I smashed, the more shocked I became. In this firewood room, there was no movement for a long time.

Ke Xun's heart skipped a beat, and he shook off Mu Yiran's arm who seemed to be blocking him, raised his foot and kicked the firewood room door ruthlessly.

There was a loud bang, and the door was slammed against the wall of the house in the smoke and dust. Ke Xun rushed in and saw Wei Dong and the braided Liu Yufei holding an axe in their arms and resting their heads on their heads. He slumped in the pyre in the corner, motionless.

"Dongzi—" Ke Xun called out, a trembling in his voice that he didn't even notice.

Wei Dong snorted twice and changed his posture.

Ke Xun: "..."

Asleep.

This stuff is so hearty.

He stepped forward and kicked Wei Dong's thigh. Wei Dong opened his eyes and groped for the axe in his arms in a frenzy. He fixed his eyes and saw that it was Ke Xun, then he took a breath of relief and said loudly, "What's wrong? What are you doing here? Something happened?"

"What are you shouting," Ke Xun kicked him again, "Why are you sleeping so dead, I'm going to knock down the house outside and I won't wake you up."

Wei Dong pulled out a cloth ball from his left and right ears: "What did you say?"

"...Why are you plugging your ears?" Ke Xun was speechless.

"Damn it, I'm afraid!" Wei Dong stood up with a blue face, "Didn't you hear it last night? The screams in the room didn't scare me, and we didn't dare to go out, just listen. The scream was frightened and he simply plugged his ears, anyway, it is a death, it is better to die quietly."

As he was talking here, Liu Yufei also woke up next to him, his face also looked very bad, his eyes looked at Mu Yiran who was standing at the door: "How many died?"

Mu Yiran shook his head lightly: "I don't know."

"Go and have a look." Liu Yufei dropped the axe and walked out.

"Hey—are you crazy? There might be something ghostly in that room, you still want to go see it?" Wei Dong grabbed him.

"What did I tell you last night?" Liu Yufei shook his hand impatiently, "Even in the world in the painting, the abnormal phenomenon is in line with the logic of the painting. This painting is a Chinese folk art. A certain scene of the incident, the 'ghost stuff' in this context usually doesn't appear during the day."

"... Makes sense," Wei Dong said thoughtfully, looking at Ke Xun, "What do you think?"

"I want to go see it too." Ke Xun said.

Most of people's fears stem from the unknown. The more you know, the less fear you can have.

When I came out of the firewood room, I saw a few people coming out of the east room, their faces were not very good-looking, and they stood silently in the courtyard, looking at the mourning hall in front.

Ke Xun saw that the owner of the pancake stall was also among them, his face was as white as paper, his legs were trembling, and when he walked near him, a smell of urine came from him.

But this time no one would laugh at him.

A man in his thirties with a mellow voice glanced at everyone and pointed to the door: "Go in and have a look?"

There are two or three nods, these people are obviously not the first time to enter the world of this painting.

The owner of the pancake stall let out a hoarse moan: "Don't—don't open that door! Are you crazy?! There are ghosts in that door! There are ghosts! You will let the ghosts out! You are looking for death?! I don't want to die. I don't want to die! Ow—"

He suddenly collapsed, turned his head and rushed out of the yard, disappearing into the gray morning mist.

"... He'll be fine, right?" Wei Dong hurriedly dragged Liu Yufei again.

He had eaten the pancake from the boss's house several times, and it tasted good and plentiful. He really couldn't bear to have something wrong with the boss.

"What did I tell you last night?!" Liu Yufei shook off Weidong's hand, and didn't want to pay attention to him at all. He followed the man with a mellow voice and the few who had nodded their heads before heading towards the main house.

"What did he tell you last night?" Ke Xun asked Wei Dong.

"Where do I still remember, I forgot about it." Wei Dong frowned.

"Go ahead and have a look." Ke Xun pointed to the main house.

Ke Xun paused as he passed by the boy and girl tied up in paper.

For a while now, they act like they're nothing, but that's not how they behaved last night.

Ke Xun quickly glanced at the boy's face. This rough painter's face was exactly the same as the one that was placed in front of him last night. It was still the smile with crescent eyebrows and red mouth, and it was the same pair of dead faces. Stupid almond eyes.

After passing the pair of paper figurines, Ke Xun was about to step into the door when he saw Mu Yi, who was standing at the door, tilted his head and glanced at him: "It's not very nice inside, think about it before entering."

Ke Xun raised his brows slightly and looked at Wei Dong beside him: "Do you want to see it?"

Wei Dong shook his head desperately: "Don't look! I'm afraid of having nightmares."

Ke Xun twitched the corners of his mouth: "Our current situation is not much different from a nightmare. Don't look at the sidelines."

"You want to go in and see?" Wei Dong was surprised.

Ke Xun nodded: "I have to see, even if I die, I have to die clearly, otherwise I will not be reconciled."

"Then... Then why not... I'll accompany you in?" Wei Dong had a bitter look on his face of giving up his life to accompany a gentleman.

"No need," Ke Xun pushed him away, "there are several people inside, you should stay away. Did you get up early to pee?"

Wei Dong: "...No."

Ke Xun: "Go and spread it."

Wei Dong: "Oh."

Seeing Wei Dong take a few steps away, Ke Xun turned around and caught Mu Yiran's gaze on him.

Seeing that he was about to look away, Ke Xun stepped forward and suddenly smiled: "Just now you stopped me and didn't let me be the first to enter Dongzi's firewood room, because I was afraid that I would not be able to accept it if I suddenly saw it. Is it exciting? This is probably the so-called cold-faced and warm-hearted?"

Mu Yiran ignored him and walked into the room. Ke Xun stretched out his arm and patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you."

The end of the words stopped abruptly when he saw the situation in the room.

The main room is indeed a mourning hall where the spirits are suspended. It is covered with cloth curtains, banners and paper money ingots. In the center is white characters on a black background, with the big character "Dian" written on it.

The black lacquered coffin is placed in the center of the house. In front of the coffin, there are offerings of incense and candles, two futons in front of the table, and a copper basin for burning paper.

The three people with the cloth strips with the word "people" tied around their waists collapsed in different positions in the house.

The hemp robes on the three people are intact, not damaged, and there are no injuries. However, looking at the faces of these three people, the eye position on each person's face has become two blood holes, and the dark blood is crawling all over. The pale face with twisted muscles, and the mouth that opened to the extreme from fear or screaming, revealed a dark throat and a mouth of blue-white, bloodshot teeth.

Two or three people were startled and let out a low growl because of such a terrifying face, and one turned his head and walked out of the main room.

Ke Xun only glanced at it and didn't want to look anymore, but when he saw that the man in his early thirties walked over to the corpse, he squatted down to examine it carefully.

Ke Xun's attention was on the coffin.

Although in the real world, the city where he lives has already been cremated, but he has also seen things like coffins on TV. After looking at it, his eyes suddenly stopped, he pulled Mu Yiran's arm next to him, and lowered his voice. Leaning into his ear: "Look at this coffin - there are no nails."

Mu Yiran's eyelids moved, and he walked slowly over without revealing his face, circled the coffin for half a circle, and even reached out and touched the coffin at an angle that no one could see.

Ke Xun looked at him, waited for him to come back, and asked in a low voice, "How is it, what did you find?"

Mu Yi ignored him.

Ke Xun sighed: "If you don't tell me, I'll go over and lift the coffin board."

"You are courting death." Mu Yiran looked at him coldly.

"Correction, it's survival from death." Ke Xun raised the corners of his mouth and raised a smile without a smile, "Passive beating means waiting to die, this is not my habit, I have to find the answer, if there is no answer I will find it The problem, find the problem and then solve the problem, I don't want to die like these three people, did you see, the clothes on these three people are still neat, and there is no sign that these things in the house have been passive, what does this mean?"

Mu Yi didn't answer, just looked at him lightly.

"It means that these three people died without the power to fight back, and they didn't even have basic resistance," Ke Xun's voice cooled down, "they didn't do anything but scream, I don't want to die like this. It is a completely irresistible force. I also want to know what this force is before I die. I also have to do everything I can to resist. Even if I cannot escape death in the end, I will be worthy of myself. This one is dead."

Mu Yiran met Ke Xun's direct gaze, and then turned away after a while, looking at the man who was squatting to examine the corpse, and said in a deep voice, "He's a doctor, wait for his autopsy results first."

Ke Xun didn't say any more, just stood by and waited.

It was said to be an autopsy, and only a simple examination could be done without tools. The doctor stood up after a long time, glanced at the few people in the room, then lowered his eyelids, and a mellow low voice slowly sounded: "These three people, It was frightening to death. The eyes were gouged out by a sharp tool before death, which could be a sharp, narrow dagger, or it could be... a long, hard fingernail."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone couldn't help but look at the coffin in the house.

"Check the house carefully again," said the doctor calmly.

The crowd did not speak, and dispersed silently, carefully and cautiously inspecting every corner of this mourning hall.

After all, I still need to find the signature or seal of the author of this painting. Even if the situation in front of me is chilling, I have to bite the bullet and search carefully.

Ke Xun tore down a curtain and covered the faces of the three dead.

Mu Yiran stood by the door, holding his arms in his arms, as if he was lost in thought.

Ke Xun searched around the house, but didn't find any signatures or seals, so he stepped out, glanced at the boys and girls at the door, and then came back and asked Mu Yiran: "If I use these two goods for The fire burns, what do you think will happen?"