The ghost faces on the three locust trees not far away from the tree trunks were completely stripped off. Thousands of ghosts swarmed, twisted and ferocious, and rushed to the crowd. The disordered hair curled into a mass and dragged into a cloud of mist behind them. The slow flowing Ghost Head loomed in the tangled hair, which was gray and dry The facial features on the face are so open that I wish I could catch up with the people in front of me and eat meat and drink milk vividly.
The pancake owner and Ma Zhenhua were so scared that they couldn't get up after climbing for half a day. They were so scared that their liver and gall were cracking and their feces and urine incontinence were all over the place.
Kexun turned around, turned around, grabbed the pancake boss's collar and ran away.
He can't help two people. When he goes to school, he often does weight-bearing running exercises. An adult's weight is his upper limit.
Seeing that Wei Dong also turned around and wanted to drag Ma Zhenhua, he was scolded by Ke Xun: "can you drag him?! Do what you can, run your way
Wei Dong quickly turned back and continued to run, but Mu Yi ran a look at Ke Xun and pulled Ma Zhenhua, who was paralyzed into mud.
"Will it work?" Kexun asked him.
"It looks like you've forgotten who put you down on the first night." Mu Yi Ran light return way.
Kexun laughed and squeezed his eyes at him: "don't be complacent. I just let you have your hands only because I'm unprepared. If you come face-to-face, it's not sure who will press you."
He strode forward with a cold face.
It's fun to tease him. Kexun thought.
The closer and closer the ghost is, the more boring it is.
With the wind and scream, the ghosts have almost caught up with Zhang Maolin, who is the last one. Zhang Maolin runs forward crying and howling. Unexpectedly, he stumbles and stumbles, and is bitten off a shoe by the first ghost.
Zhang Maolin subconsciously turned his head and saw that it was Liu Yufei who bit off his shoes. At the moment, he had a ferocious smile, showing his tiny teeth and howling again.
"Help me -- help me --" Zhang Maolin rushed forward with all his might. He grabbed Ma Zhenhua's trouser legs as he climbed the steps of the observation platform.
Ma Zhenhua was dragged by Mu Yi Ran until he entered the fire watching platform. He barely recovered his motor nerve and climbed up with all his limbs and ground. However, he was pulled by Zhang Maolin, who was scared to stop his legs. However, Zhang Maolin held on to him and refused to let go.
"Let go! Let go Ma Zhenhua's canthus are about to crack. He stares at Zhang Maolin with hatred and tries hard to break free.
"Help me - please - help me -" Zhang Maolin's eyes protruded out of his eyes because of his extreme panic and begging, which made his face look extremely twisted and terrifying. With all his strength in his hands, he seemed to want to drag Ma Zhenhua down and throw it into the ghost heads behind him, so that he could take his place to block the pursuit of ghosts Potential.
"Give you money - I'll give you money - I'll give you all my wealth - I have eight hundred million - give you - help me - save me -" cried Zhang Maolin, his voice sharp enough to pierce a person's eardrum.
"Let go - you die! Go to hell Ma Zhenhua was anxious and kicked Zhang Maolin's face and throat with his foot.
One foot, two feet, ten feet.
One foot is heavier than the other, and the other is more cruel than the other. At last, he uses all his strength to kick on Zhang Maolin's throat, which makes him have severe pain and suffocation. He can't help but loosen his hand. The whole person rolls down the steps and is falling into the whirlpool of the pile of ghost heads piled up by thick hair and grapes.
Countless ghosts rushed forward and wrapped Zhang Maolin. Zhang Maolin stretched out his twisted hand and seemed to be begging for help.
The ghost heads are like a knot of sarcoma, firmly gnawed on Zhang Maolin's body, and make the sound of biting and swallowing, one after another, in series.
Zhang Maolin's shrill scream was like a rough blade with burr on its handle, which pierced through the soles of people's feet.
Ma Zhenhua was incontinent again, climbing and climbing the stairs.
The fire watching platform, which is not so high, seems to have been climbing for a century to reach the top.
On the peeling wooden pillars, there is a seal with dark red mud color and cool characters: the seal of Li Jinghao.
Dr. Qin sighed slightly. We searched here before. At that time, there was no such seal on the pillar, but now it appears. It must be because Mu Yiran has cracked his painful and tragic life experience, and made his resentment and depression accumulated over the past decades available to people who can talk to them through paintings.
"And then what?" Wei Dong, the first to run up, looked at the seal and roared.
"Hold it with your hand!" Doctor Qin followed.
Wei Dong was about to stretch out his hand. When he turned his head and saw that Kexun was still behind, he yelled at him in a hurry: "Ke'er, hurry up! The leaders are catching up! Come on
"You go first! I'm fine! " Cried Ke Xun, turning his head to drag the Mu Yi ran behind him.
Mu Yiran was dragged down by Ma Zhenhua. When he and Zhang Maolin were fighting each other, Mu Yiran left him and didn't want to take care of him any more. He didn't want to catch up with him again. Now, just like Zhang Maolin, he clings to his legs and refuses to let him leave him.The ghosts rushed up, and they were about to catch up with Ma Zhenhua. At this moment, Ma Zhenhua realized the extreme fear of Zhang Maolin just now. He was holding Mu Yiran's legs. He was afraid that he would be kicked down like he did to Ma Zhenhua. He thought that even if he was dead, he would pull a cushion.
Why, why should I die like this, but you can all live? Ma Zhenhua is not reconciled, he hates, his incomparable resentment.
When a man is about to die, his strength often breaks through the limit. However, Mu Yi is dragged by him, and he can't get rid of him for a while.
Kexun went to drag him, but he found that this was not possible. They did not have time, so they could not continue to pester.
Kexun pushed the pancake stall owner to the front and threw it to Dr. Qin: "take him and go!" Then he turned around and reached for his pants.
"You want to die!" Mu Yi Ran glared and gnawed his teeth.
"What do you think? What can I do to you at this time?" As he said this, Ke Xun kept on pushing down Mu Yiran's wide and fat linen trousers.
Ma Zhenhua slipped out of his pants and let out a shrill cry.
"Oh." However, he reached out and grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
At the last few steps, Kexun and Mu Yiran stepped up almost at the same time. Both hands pressed on the seal at the same time. Ke Xun felt that a white light flashed in front of him, and a picture frame like object appeared in the white light.
It's only a second before the body subconsciously rushes towards the frame. When you look closely, you can see that the light of the head lamp is soft, and the wall is surrounded by large and small paintings, bright or dark.
Come back, the art gallery, the weird art gallery that led to this nightmarish and weird journey.
Wei Dong sprang up and grabbed Kexun's neck, shaking violently: "Ke'er! I'm not dreaming, am I?! Are we back? Are we really back? Let me pinch you quickly. Does it hurt? Isn't it a dream? "
Kexun pushed him away, rubbed his neck and coughed twice. When he was about to open his mouth, he was forced forward by a strong force behind him. When he turned his head, he saw that it was ma Zhenhua. His face was tearful and his facial features twisted and paralyzed on the ground.
"It's a big life." Kexun said without any expression. Instead of looking at him for the second time, he only looked up at the painting hanging on the wall behind him.
The name of the painting is Bai Shi. The painter is Li Jinghao.
Only then did Ke Xun see the original appearance of the painting.
There are far-reaching mountains outside. Lijia village is wrapped in these mountains. It is really remote and closed enough.
The lonely village, the dilapidated houses and the gray color all reveal the tragic and depressing color that the village is enveloped with.
On the outskirts of the village, someone is digging a grave. At the north end of the village, a family set up a soul hall, and there were a few people in linen clothes coming and going in the yard.
Outside the courtyard of this family, three old locust trees with ghostly appearance and animal appearance stand in the shade.
A close look at the three locust trees shows that their trunks are really rugged and bent, and the shape of human faces is covered with skin. If you look closer, you can see that there is a human face at the root of one of the locust trees, which is very similar to Liu Yufei.
Kexun took a step back, and then looked at the fire watching platform in the south of the village and the riverbank beside it. The shapes of the two scenes really looked like "Jinghao".
Ke Xun pointed to the tree tumor which looked like Liu Yufei, turned his head and looked at Mu Yi Ran: "is this what you have in the painting?"
Mu Yi Ran looked at him coldly, but ignored him.
Ke Xun raised his eyebrows and was about to ask when he heard doctor Qin saying, "no, this face is not on this painting, just because He died in the painting. It's the same with the first two paintings we've entered. Once someone dies in the painting, his image will be retained in the painting and become a part of the painting. "
Ke Xun looked at him: "what about in the real world? Did this person just disappear? No one doubts it? "
Dr. Qin looked down: "in the real world, this man will survive for a few days, but in these days, he will lose all the memories in the painting, and then die in a seemingly normal way, which will not arouse anyone's suspicion."
Ke Xun was speechless and stopped looking at the painting. Instead, he continued to ask Dr. Qin, "what's next? Are we going to go into another picture right away? "
Doctor Qin quietly prompted: "touch your pocket."
After hearing this, Kexun and Weidong felt their pockets, and then they found that their clothes had been changed back to the ones they wore in the real world. However, they took out a piece of hard paper from their trouser pockets that they had never seen before.
On the front side of the hard paper is printed a line of large print characters of "art exhibition of Changhe Art Museum". On the back of the hard paper, the date, time, address of Changhe Art Museum and the words "exhibition hall No. 3" are printed in small print.
"This is..." Kexun had a bad feeling.
Doctor Qin's voice was low: "the time and place for the next painting, which is only for us, is also If you can't refuse to change hands, the invitation to enter the painting will be compulsory. "
The ghost faces on the three locust trees not far away from the tree trunks were completely stripped off. Thousands of ghosts swarmed, twisted and ferocious, and rushed to the crowd. The disordered hair curled into a mass and dragged into a cloud of mist behind them. The slow flowing Ghost Head loomed in the tangled hair, which was gray and dry The facial features on the face are so open that I wish I could catch up with the people in front of me and eat meat and drink milk vividly.
The pancake owner and Ma Zhenhua were so scared that they couldn't get up after climbing for half a day. They were so scared that their liver and gall were cracking and their feces and urine incontinence were all over the place.
Kexun turned around, turned around, grabbed the pancake boss's collar and ran away.
He can't help two people. When he goes to school, he often does weight-bearing running exercises. An adult's weight is his upper limit.
Seeing that Wei Dong also turned around and wanted to drag Ma Zhenhua, he was scolded by Ke Xun: "can you drag him?! Do what you can, run your way
Wei Dong quickly turned back and continued to run, but Mu Yi ran a look at Ke Xun and pulled Ma Zhenhua, who was paralyzed into mud.
"Will it work?" Kexun asked him.
"It looks like you've forgotten who put you down on the first night." Mu Yi Ran light return way.
Kexun laughed and squeezed his eyes at him: "don't be complacent. I just let you have your hands only because I'm unprepared. If you come face-to-face, it's not sure who will press you."
He strode forward with a cold face.
It's fun to tease him. Kexun thought.
The closer and closer the ghost is, the more boring it is.
With the wind and scream, the ghosts have almost caught up with Zhang Maolin, who is the last one. Zhang Maolin runs forward crying and howling. Unexpectedly, he stumbles and stumbles, and is bitten off a shoe by the first ghost.
Zhang Maolin subconsciously turned his head and saw that it was Liu Yufei who bit off his shoes. At the moment, he had a ferocious smile, showing his tiny teeth and howling again.
"Help me -- help me --" Zhang Maolin rushed forward with all his might. He grabbed Ma Zhenhua's trouser legs as he climbed the steps of the observation platform.
Ma Zhenhua was dragged by Mu Yi Ran until he entered the fire watching platform. He barely recovered his motor nerve and climbed up with all his limbs and ground. However, he was pulled by Zhang Maolin, who was scared to stop his legs. However, Zhang Maolin held on to him and refused to let go.
"Let go! Let go Ma Zhenhua's canthus are about to crack. He stares at Zhang Maolin with hatred and tries hard to break free.
"Help me - please - help me -" Zhang Maolin's eyes protruded out of his eyes because of his extreme panic and begging, which made his face look extremely twisted and terrifying. With all his strength in his hands, he seemed to want to drag Ma Zhenhua down and throw it into the ghost heads behind him, so that he could take his place to block the pursuit of ghosts Potential.
"Give you money - I'll give you money - I'll give you all my wealth - I have eight hundred million - give you - help me - save me -" cried Zhang Maolin, his voice sharp enough to pierce a person's eardrum.
"Let go - you die! Go to hell Ma Zhenhua was anxious and kicked Zhang Maolin's face and throat with his foot.
One foot, two feet, ten feet.
One foot is heavier than the other, and the other is more cruel than the other. At last, he uses all his strength to kick on Zhang Maolin's throat, which makes him have severe pain and suffocation. He can't help but loosen his hand. The whole person rolls down the steps and is falling into the whirlpool of the pile of ghost heads piled up by thick hair and grapes.
Countless ghosts rushed forward and wrapped Zhang Maolin. Zhang Maolin stretched out his twisted hand and seemed to be begging for help.
The ghost heads are like a knot of sarcoma, firmly gnawed on Zhang Maolin's body, and make the sound of biting and swallowing, one after another, in series.
Zhang Maolin's shrill scream was like a rough blade with burr on its handle, which pierced through the soles of people's feet.
Ma Zhenhua was incontinent again, climbing and climbing the stairs.
The fire watching platform, which is not so high, seems to have been climbing for a century to reach the top.
On the peeling wooden pillars, there is a seal with dark red mud color and cool characters: the seal of Li Jinghao.
Dr. Qin sighed slightly. We searched here before. At that time, there was no such seal on the pillar, but now it appears. It must be because Mu Yiran has cracked his painful and tragic life experience, and made his resentment and depression accumulated over the past decades available to people who can talk to them through paintings.
"And then what?" Wei Dong, the first to run up, looked at the seal and roared.
"Hold it with your hand!" Doctor Qin followed.
Wei Dong was about to stretch out his hand. When he turned his head and saw that Kexun was still behind, he yelled at him in a hurry: "Ke'er, hurry up! The leaders are catching up! Come on
"You go first! I'm fine! " Cried Ke Xun, turning his head to drag the Mu Yi ran behind him.
Mu Yiran was dragged down by Ma Zhenhua. When he and Zhang Maolin were fighting each other, Mu Yiran left him and didn't want to take care of him any more. He didn't want to catch up with him again. Now, just like Zhang Maolin, he clings to his legs and refuses to let him leave him.The ghosts rushed up, and they were about to catch up with Ma Zhenhua. At this moment, Ma Zhenhua realized the extreme fear of Zhang Maolin just now. He was holding Mu Yiran's legs. He was afraid that he would be kicked down like he did to Ma Zhenhua. He thought that even if he was dead, he would pull a cushion.
Why, why should I die like this, but you can all live? Ma Zhenhua is not reconciled, he hates, his incomparable resentment.
When a man is about to die, his strength often breaks through the limit. However, Mu Yi is dragged by him, and he can't get rid of him for a while.
Kexun went to drag him, but he found that this was not possible. They did not have time, so they could not continue to pester.
Kexun pushed the pancake stall owner to the front and threw it to Dr. Qin: "take him and go!" Then he turned around and reached for his pants.
"You want to die!" Mu Yi Ran glared and gnawed his teeth.
"What do you think? What can I do to you at this time?" As he said this, Ke Xun kept on pushing down Mu Yiran's wide and fat linen trousers.
Ma Zhenhua slipped out of his pants and let out a shrill cry.
"Oh." However, he reached out and grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
At the last few steps, Kexun and Mu Yiran stepped up almost at the same time. Both hands pressed on the seal at the same time. Ke Xun felt that a white light flashed in front of him, and a picture frame like object appeared in the white light.
It's only a second before the body subconsciously rushes towards the frame. When you look closely, you can see that the light of the head lamp is soft, and the wall is surrounded by large and small paintings, bright or dark.
Come back, the art gallery, the weird art gallery that led to this nightmarish and weird journey.
Wei Dong sprang up and grabbed Kexun's neck, shaking violently: "Ke'er! I'm not dreaming, am I?! Are we back? Are we really back? Let me pinch you quickly. Does it hurt? Isn't it a dream? "
Kexun pushed him away, rubbed his neck and coughed twice. When he was about to open his mouth, he was forced forward by a strong force behind him. When he turned his head, he saw that it was ma Zhenhua. His face was tearful and his facial features twisted and paralyzed on the ground.
"It's a big life." Kexun said without any expression. Instead of looking at him for the second time, he only looked up at the painting hanging on the wall behind him.
The name of the painting is Bai Shi. The painter is Li Jinghao.
Only then did Ke Xun see the original appearance of the painting.
There are far-reaching mountains outside. Lijia village is wrapped in these mountains. It is really remote and closed enough.
The lonely village, the dilapidated houses and the gray color all reveal the tragic and depressing color that the village is enveloped with.
On the outskirts of the village, someone is digging a grave. At the north end of the village, a family set up a soul hall, and there were a few people in linen clothes coming and going in the yard.
Outside the courtyard of this family, three old locust trees with ghostly appearance and animal appearance stand in the shade.
A close look at the three locust trees shows that their trunks are really rugged and bent, and the shape of human faces is covered with skin. If you look closer, you can see that there is a human face at the root of one of the locust trees, which is very similar to Liu Yufei.
Kexun took a step back, and then looked at the fire watching platform in the south of the village and the riverbank beside it. The shapes of the two scenes really looked like "Jinghao".
Ke Xun pointed to the tree tumor which looked like Liu Yufei, turned his head and looked at Mu Yi Ran: "is this what you have in the painting?"
Mu Yi Ran looked at him coldly, but ignored him.
Ke Xun raised his eyebrows and was about to ask when he heard doctor Qin saying, "no, this face is not on this painting, just because He died in the painting. It's the same with the first two paintings we've entered. Once someone dies in the painting, his image will be retained in the painting and become a part of the painting. "
Ke Xun looked at him: "what about in the real world? Did this person just disappear? No one doubts it? "
Dr. Qin looked down: "in the real world, this man will survive for a few days, but in these days, he will lose all the memories in the painting, and then die in a seemingly normal way, which will not arouse anyone's suspicion."
Ke Xun was speechless and stopped looking at the painting. Instead, he continued to ask Dr. Qin, "what's next? Are we going to go into another picture right away? "
Doctor Qin quietly prompted: "touch your pocket."
After hearing this, Kexun and Weidong felt their pockets, and then they found that their clothes had been changed back to the ones they wore in the real world. However, they took out a piece of hard paper from their trouser pockets that they had never seen before.
On the front side of the hard paper is printed a line of large print characters of "art exhibition of Changhe Art Museum". On the back of the hard paper, the date, time, address of Changhe Art Museum and the words "exhibition hall No. 3" are printed in small print.
"This is..." Kexun had a bad feeling.
Doctor Qin's voice was low: "the time and place for the next painting, which is only for us, is also If you can't refuse to change hands, the invitation to enter the painting will be compulsory. "
