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Paintings of Terror - Chapter 14.

Published at 18th of May 2022 11:12:53 AM


Chapter 14.: 34

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Mu Yi Ran gently laid Ke Xun in the center of the sacrificial platform, gave him a kiss on his forehead, and then threw several infusion bottles containing his own blood on the altar.

The infusion bottle broke, and the blood in the bottle flowed towards the last side of the altar as if consciously.

He estimated the time.

Although he had been concentrating on thinking hard when several of his companions died before, he did not neglect to observe the trend of ghost images in the tornado column.

He knew the approximate time when they broke through the critical point, and also knew how long it took for the painter's blood to transform into a part of the seal. He wanted to ensure that his blood could be transformed exactly at the moment when the demon ghost broke through the critical point.

Mu Yi Ran lay down beside Ke Xun and cut his wrist with a knife before he put him in his arms.

The blood gushing from the wrist rushed to the last edge of the altar to join the blood that it had inherited. Mu Yi Ran was not worried that the blood from the wound would coagulate. They were crowding out with each other without hesitation or pause.

Mu Yi Ran let Ke Xun's head rest in his shoulder socket, and gently covered his head with his hand. He looked up at the top of the vault, roared wildly and struggled with the demon ghost whirlwind, and whispered in Kexun's ear.

"Now I think about it, maybe the implication given by faith to us is that apart from the coexistence and game of the two forces of good and evil, there is also the most important point, that is," picture in picture. ".

"No wonder you feel depressed in that painting. Everything is fake.

"Maybe you are like the Gaoyang family in ancient times, or the master in Qin Dynasty. You are a rare" super power person ", and a bug made by the God when he created human beings.

"Of course, you don't have the power of observation, and you don't have the unusual eyes like Wu you, but you are more sensitive than others, and you can feel the existence of higher dimensional space in a subtle way - although this is of no use to us.

"Do you remember what you said in faith. You said your intuition was always right. But you also say that intuition is like luck. If you use it too much, it will not work. Do you feel that you have been consuming your intuition since then, and it has come true again and again, and maybe it has been consumed again and again until Until this time.

"This time, you said, your intuition is that we really can't live. This time, I hope, is the first time that your intuition has run out of steam.

"I didn't have time to finish talking to you when we went back to get blood. I'm sorry to let you leave with an unsolved mystery.

"I think it should be certain whether there are creatures in the seven-dimensional space. Do you remember how the disappearance of Jiuding was recorded in historical materials? One of them flew into Surabaya, and the other eight disappeared immediately.

"What kind of power can make the nine cauldrons fly into the water or disappear from the sky? The expert who can see the "natural mechanism" said: there is a day outside the sky, and people are like ants. It's the nine tripod artifact, but it's just a speck of dust.

"And he also said in the back that heaven and earth are infinite and there are thousands of creations. Every word is a description of a more grand world view and a different world.

"That's why the nine tripods are" knowable but invisible, visible but not available. ". Consciousness can go to the place where the nine tripods are located across time, space and dimension. Only seven dimensional space has the power to make the nine cauldrons disappear from the sky and can only be seen in another dimension.

"Another strong proof of the power of the seven dimensional space in our world is the blank period of the semi Xin history period mentioned by Shao Ling.

"If you think of those historical gaps as objects, is this situation of vanishing out of thin air very familiar? Is it like nine tripods, suddenly disappeared without leaving traces?

"To be able to take out all the things that have happened in a period of history and a period of time like pulling out a playing card. Only seven dimensional space has such ability, and only seven dimensional creatures can do such things.

"The semi faith era is the evidence that seven dimensional creatures are playing with the low dimensional universe at will. This also proves that the interference of seven dimensional creatures in the low dimensional universe can completely do without following any physical rules, and the so-called paradox of time can even be established.

"So what kind of existence is our world for seven dimensional creatures, a painting? Maybe. Maybe we call painting "painting", but in the seven dimensional world, it may be called something else, and its functions and attributes may be completely different from those defined by us.

"But no matter what our world is in their eyes and what it is used for, we, the lower creatures, are just ants and dust to them.

"We're not sure what seven dimensional creatures will do with us ants. An ethnic group is usually defensive and hostile to another group that is close to its own strength, because they are not sure whether the other party is hostile to them, but they are more likely to have compassion for those who are far weaker than themselves.

"Of course, what I have said is only one in a trillion possibilities. A singularity can lead to countless time axes and parallel universes, and there will be countless possibilities. What I said is only one of them, and the hope is very slim.

"So we can only use the word" bet ". What we're betting on is that it's one in a trillion possibilities - our consciousness can cross dimensions and communicate with the protozoa there at the height of seven dimensions, where, after all, everything is possible and everything can happen.

"What can't be avoided is that if our consciousness can cross the dimension and come to the seven dimensional space, the demon ghost's consciousness may also be. We want to use consciousness to communicate with seven dimensional creatures, so as to try to change what has happened. Demons and ghosts can do the same.

"That's why we said we're betting on the slim possibility of winning the battle of consciousness with demons.

"It's not a delusion of aimlessness. Remember, our consciousness was combined with the power of ghost text.

"The power of ghost writing comes from seven dimensional space and is created from seven dimensional life. If there are essential and attribute differences between the "painting" defined by us and the "painting" of seven dimensional creatures, then the seal is not the same. Since it is inherited from our Creator, seven dimensional creatures, it shows that at least part of its functions are similar to its definition in seven dimensional space.

"Here, a seal can be a mark, a seal, or an energy core that condenses the painter's conscious body and spiritual power. In the seven dimensional space, it can also be a mark, seal and energy core.

"If that's the case, we're in the vanguard of intersection with seven dimensional creatures. Can you imagine that 13 big ants fed on human food fight with hundreds or thousands of wild ants. As human beings, which side do we prefer?

"Even so, our chances of success are still only one in a trillion. After all, we are only low-level creatures. We can't use the logic of human emotion and behavior to deduce an absolutely higher creature.

"We have only this possibility. Looking for life in the nine deaths, finding the truth in the mountains and seas, and looking for each other in the vast universe.

"That's it. Kexun, another dimension.

"I love you."

Mu Yi Ran gently kisses the cold lips of the man in his arms, and along with the kiss, there is 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, the black wind core and the bloody wind pattern were frozen into an ugly and terrible lava giant in the process of creeping and rolling. Standing on the cold land, with the vast sky overhead, the huge body with the smell of scales curled and staring at the small altar under him.

The wind suddenly stopped, the ghost howl stopped, and the whole world was quiet and the needle could be heard.

The thirteen painters above the sacrificial altar lie still more quietly than heaven and earth.

The next second, the tornado column is like the thick black fireworks exploded, which covers the whole sky with a roar. In this moment, the sharp ghost laugh and demon cry is magnified hundreds of millions of times at the same time, roaring and tearing, cheering and boiling from the sky to the earth and from the ground to the sky - thousands of years! They have been sealed in the dark for thousands of years! Who can imagine their pain and humiliation! Who can understand their sorrow and despair!

They used to share the sunshine, air, color, mountains and seas with human beings.

God knows how eager they are to get it again!

Thousands of years - who knows what they've been through through thousands of years of learning and desperation over and over again.

How many disillusioned like gradually accepted this sad reality, they gradually lowered their heads looking up at the ground, eager for the sun, they finally forgot their original heart and were willing to the status quo.

Now, how many other people can remember their original beliefs?! How many others still refuse to give up the pursuit and thirst for sunlight, and struggle with the forces on the ground?!

If even the spirit and belief are dead, then what is the difference between living them and walking dead?!

——But now it's all right!

——This moment, which has been praying for thousands of years, has finally come!

——Go! Out of this disgusting and cold underground world! To the sun, to the light, to the fresh and bright world, to recapture all that belongs to them, to kill all human beings, to kill all these alien creatures. They have destroyed the world in a thousand holes, and they are no longer worthy of being the master of the world!

——Everything in the world goes round and round, and dies and comes back to life. When it is prosperous, it will decline. It is time for heaven and earth to be rebuilt, the world to be changed, and the era to be renewed!

Hundreds of millions of demons and ghosts celebrated with a grand carnival and were boiling over the world. In this extreme excitement, in the voice of the tsunami mountain, which was about to tear the heaven and earth in the next moment, on the small cold and quiet altar, Mu Yi Ran with a smile, stretched out his slender hand full of artist's breath, and gently covered the bright red seal under his body.

Mountain and sea.

It's the most wonderful and greatest painting that he has ever appraised in his life.

It was a worthwhile trip.

……

Just like the artists who have successfully left the painting world every time, the bright and dazzling light radiates from the seal under the body towards the four poles of heaven and earth, with an unimaginable and powerful force.

……

By the way, the three-dimensional hologram is accidentally splashed on the surface of the water glass.

This lowest level three-dimensional holographic film, if not because my grandfather still liked it, would have been left to the dust in the pavilion of light beams.

The reason why my grandfather likes this kind of low-grade holographic film, which is rarely seen by children, is that it is a birthday gift made by all hands.

It's humiliating for him.

Three dimensional holographic film, such a low level, is also made of its own structure instability, energy leakage Look, doesn't this spill over again It's just like a defective product. It's disgraceful.

The light peeked at it and planned to erase his own anchor mark on the holographic film while grandfather was not paying attention.

——Don't let others know that this shameful gift was made by yourself, eh!

It is too late to recover the energy particles of low-level micro matter leaked out. Only a few micro matter energy particles with anchoring energy can be bounced back to the holographic film. Otherwise, the anchoring energy will be missing and the film surface will be incomplete. After all, this is a gift for grandfather, which can't be too sloppy.

It's very simple to erase the anchor marks.

The light glanced at it casually and drew a time string directly before the anchor appeared.

Look, it's so easy.

Light to achieve the goal, smartly dusted off a few particles of dust in the holographic film, got up and left.

……

"I've always been a coward From childhood, most of them hide behind Cole, and they are always covered and protected by him. But in my life, I want to be brave once This time, let me take the lead for you, Ke'er, everyone, "Wei Dong took out his art knife and said with a smile," see you in another dimension. "

Then he raised his hand and, with the sharp blade of the art knife, trembled, but forcefully cut to the great artery of his neck - "lying trough"

Weidong was scalded and threw the knife out.

On the quiet altar, thirteen people stood stupidly, staring at each other.

Clear and clear plateau night sky, winter stars are few, but brilliant. In the distance, the snow capped mountains are continuous and magnificent.

The crystal snow light reflects the vast valley like silver yarn, with dreams and secluded, mysterious and quiet from the ancient mythology.

The strong and fresh winter wind pours on his face and body without much mercy. Luo and Wu you sneeze one after another. The 13 people standing stiff are in a trance and slowly turn around.

“………… I NIMA - what the hell is that? " Li Xiaochun jumped up and exclaimed, "the lying trough - tennima is terrible - the lying trough - is more terrible than death! It's more terrifying than ghosts! What the hell is that? "

"Seven dimensional creatures." Hua Jiqiu wiped the misty spectacles, "exhausting all human imagination can not describe the higher life."

"Then we are This is It's okay? Come back to life? " Wei Dong looks at Mu Yi Ran, Ke Xun and Fang Fei.

"Otherwise?" Although Fang Fei asked, she felt her temple subconsciously to confirm whether there was a gun hole.

"This shows that our time line has been modified, but it does not create a parallel space, but is directly forcibly changed on the original time line," Zhu Haowen sorted out his thoughts. "Therefore, we are still the original US, but after this time scale, it will be a new timeline."

"Ho! You don't care what time line is behind it, we live is the absolute principle! Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ah ha ha ha ha ha Weidong looked up at the sky and laughed and began to cry.

This cry seemed to trigger some kind of empathy device. Li Xiaochun, Luo Zhen, Wu you, Gu Qingqing, several people cried together, hugged each other, and curled up to cry. Li Xiaochun even collapsed on the altar, crying loudly.

Even Hua Jiqiu and Yue Cen were infected and shed tears.

"What's interesting is that we still retain the memory of being conscious." Zhu Haowen is still thinking about what happened before.

"You have to know," Shaoling tried to control with some choking voice, "seven dimensional creatures will not care about these, just as we will never care whether a dust originally stuck on the sole of a shoe will fly to a flower."

"We're too knowledgeable." Qin CI said with a smile.

"Yes, the side effect is that I feel everything around me is boring and humble." Zhu Haowen cool tunnel.

"You are worthy of the name of" you have been through the sea, but it is difficult for you to be water. " Shaoling also gradually relaxed.

"You masters Can you stop talking I'm hungry I want to eat meat... " Wei Dong cried.

"I'll do I'll do it... " Li Xiaochun cried loudly.

"I help I'll help you... " Wu Yu pulls the ground.

Gu Qingqing couldn't speak while she was crying. She had to nod her head again and again.

"I I can't go down to the altar... " Luo Zhen stood on the edge of the altar crying and looked down. How could this altar be so high? How did he get up at that time?

“…… Cole and And the big guy? " Weidong looked around with tears, "Oh, where are Ke'er and the big guy?! They didn't come back?! Ah! "

Fang Fei took out the tissue paper and handed it to him: "your tears are on my face. They both went down from the altar just now

"Ha ha!" Wei Dong took the paper and blew his nose in surprise. "How can they be silent? What did you do? "

"What else can I do?" Fang Fei said.

Nothing.

Ke Xun and Mu Yiran, sitting in the knight 15 of Mu Yi Ran, quietly leaned together and looked at the night sky outside the window.

From birth to death, from death to life, no couple in this world can share such experience together.

Life and death come and go.

Some words no longer need to be said to each other.

Until the smell of Li Xiaochun's barbecue got into the car, Kexun laughed: "go, eat meat."

……

Facing the platinum golden wind in the early morning, the motorcade left naringle gorge quietly.

Kexun sat in the seat of the co driver, and his eyes moved away from his quiet side face and looked to the distant sky outside the window.

Through the thick clouds, through the high sky, across the grand and brilliant Star River, all the way up.

Four dimensional time axis, five dimensional time plane, six dimensional space-time warpage, seven dimensional infinite universe.

Kexun leaned his head against the window beside him, remembering himself when he was conscious.

Very strange.

Yi Ran, together with his fellow consciousness, crossed the dimension and came to the seven dimensional space.

They stayed there, but he continued to rise.

Why?

Maybe it's because he feels a little stuffy. As in the painting "faith," he had difficulty breathing, he couldn't breathe - though he didn't know how a conscious body could feel that way.

So he tried his best to rise and rise. He didn't know where he wanted to go, but he wanted to get rid of the stuffy space and go outside for a breath.

So he came to eight dimensions.

Seven dimensional infinite universe.

Eight dimensional infinite universe.

Then there is a nine dimensional space that can freely travel between any two points in an eight dimensional space, a ten dimensional space represented by strings of different vibration frequencies, and Eleven dimensional supermembrane space is composed of time, space, memory and perception.

Kexun couldn't see the universe he came from. Even the seven dimensional god space, which is supreme to human beings, seems so small and humble here.

It is surrounded by boundless, infinite, elastic membrane universe everywhere.

At the moment, comparing yourself to a grain of dust, I am afraid, is exaggeration and magnified by trillion times.

Floating in such a vast super universe, why Why is it still suffocating?

No wonder he is more sensitive than others.

Kexun was so depressed that he had no choice but to look for a way out.

All of a sudden, he burst out of the eleven dimensional space, out of the space that was already close to the top of the universe's cognition.

All of a sudden everything became quiet and terrifying.

In front of his eyes, the magnificent super universe has become an infinitesimal and infinitely large singularity.

It becomes a dot.

So, outside this point?

Kexun rose in confusion.

He felt as if he had left another Maybe we can't use "dimension" to define it here He didn't know what was left. When he looked down, he saw a pen - maybe it wasn't called a pen in this place, but he didn't know why he called it a pen in his mind - which drew from his eyes and fell heavily on the paper.

There are some tiny ink flying off the tip of the pen, as small as tiny dust. These little dust fell as like as two peas on the painting paper, and the odd point left by Kirin.

What is this pen drawing?

Kexun didn't have time to see it.

Before he was flicked back by the pen's hand, he only saw a strange but extremely beautiful seal on the painting.

……

"Kexun?" The voice of Mu Yi Ran called back Ke Xun's mind, "what are you thinking about?"

Kexun looked at him, thought for a while, and said with a smile, "I think, the most terrible thing in the world is not ghosts."

"Oh, what is that?" Mu Yi Ran asked with a smile.

"Yes, science." Kexun answered solemnly.




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