Chapter 116 Never lived, never died
Wang Yu finished the last stroke, and stood up with satisfaction, gently shaking the drawing paper in his hand, letting the newly completed portrait float in the air Stretch and stand vertically.
He just held the portrait and walked towards Liu Yang step by step.
The portrait swings gently in the air, and the lines on the portrait seem to come alive. Every detail is so vivid that it is terrifying and disgusting.
The sunken cheeks seem to have been corroded by time, and the wrinkled ravines are filled with despair; the shriveled chest has lost the expansion of life, and the internal organs seem to have been hollowed out and have no warmth; the skinny limbs are like dehydrated old tree roots. , only the jagged outlines are left; and the pair of empty eyes have no color, like two dead holes.
Liu Yang's eyes widened and he sat stiffly on the chair. He looked at the portrait without blinking.
As the portrait shook, it fell into his eyes, but it was as if the rotten corpse in the painting had been reawakened. It was slowly walking out of the frame in a twisted and terrifying posture, staggering and crumbling. He ran into his arms.
The horrifying scene made him feel cold all over, uncontrollable nausea surged in his stomach, and there was a reflux in his throat.
However, the strange thing is that in addition to the instinctive fear, Liu Yang's body also has an indescribable sense of familiarity?
But this rotten corpse clearly has no facial features. How can I recognize him?
Crash-
The trembling paper and the terrifying corpse crashed into Liu Yang's arms. His body felt like an electric shock. He wanted to push the corpse away, but his hands held the painting uncontrollably. Into arms.
Hug him tightly, wrap his arms around the painting, and hug it hard, as if he can stuff the rotten corpse of the painting into his withered chest.
As if this way, the rotten corpse in the painting can come alive in his own body.
"I..."
Liu Yang's eyes were dull and confused. He slowly lowered his head, and the world in front of him seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant.
In his arms, there was only a piece of drawing paper that he tore into pieces, and the rotten corpse that walked out of the painting disappeared.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a strong stench hit his nostrils.
It was like the nasal cavity that had been blocked for a long time was suddenly ventilated. The smell was so pungent and so close, as if it was coming from one's own body.
Liu Yang's pupils shrank sharply and became as small as needle tips. He saw himself sitting on a chair, with his withered chest, skinny limbs, and the stench of...himself.
"Me... myself?"
Liu Yang's head seemed to be split open, and a horrifying thought exploded in his mind.
His mouth twisted, and he made a hoarse and weird human voice, like the sudden howl of a person who has not spoken for a long time: "Rotten corpse, is it me?!!"
A voice that tore through the fog in my ears answered like this He said to him: "This is your portrait. Open your eyes and take a look before you die to see what you really look like."
This answer was so absurd and horrifying that Liu Yang didn't believe it at all, but the pair of eyes on his face Blood flowed from the empty black hole, and he was crying silently, without tears.
Liu Yang raised his head with difficulty, his weeping eyes stared closely at Wang Yu, who was slowly approaching, his lips trembled, and he stuttered and asked with all his strength: "Wang Yu, I...I... What on earth... happened to me? "
Wang Yu's face was calm and indifferent. He turned the pen in his hand a few times, and touched Liu Yang's throat lightly with the pen tip, then little by little, gently but Stabbed in steadily.
Liu Yang seemed not to feel any pain. His eyes always stayed on Wang Yu, as if he was indifferent to everything and turned a deaf ear.
The moment he saw the painting, Liu Yang woke up from the dream of life. How can a dead person resist death again?
“Don’t be afraid, you just woke up and recalled your truest self.”
Wang Yu slowly pulled out the pen, and blood spurted out, soaking Liu Yang's withered body and broken drawing paper into red.
"Most people never really live from birth to death. You are different. I help you live again before death to help you truly die." Wang Yu said seriously .
Liu Yang raised his head and let the blood from his neck flow onto his face and splash into his eyes, allowing the two dead black holes to be lit up with the blood of life again.
"Thank you... thank you...!"
Liu Yang's voice was dry and weak, and his two black hole-like eyes turned pale after the blood faded. Wang Yu gently closed Liu Yang's eyes and turned towards Wang Xu, who woke up and was too frightened to speak.
"You...you...don't come here." Wang Xu stared directly at Wang Yu, his tongue was stiff, and he didn't understand what was happening at all.
Wang Yu slowly squatted down, gently pulled the corner of Wang Xu's clothes, and used it to wipe off the blood on the tip of the pen.
He asked again softly: "I believe Liu Yang. He did not leak the news to others, so I reward him for waking up from his dream."
"What about you? , have you deceived Liu Yang, and have you betrayed the information to others?”
Wang Xu shook his head crazily, his face turned pale, and his teeth were trembling: "I didn't. I didn't tell anyone except Mr. Liu. Really, please let me go..."
After Wang Yu confirmed The reporter didn't lie. He smiled and took out a bottle in the corner of the sofa.
The bottle is transparent, about the size of a little finger, with half of the blue liquid left inside. It is gently shaken, reflecting a dreamlike luster.
“T-37 hallucinogen, also called awakening liquid, or happy water?”
“You like this kind of thing, because after drinking it, you can temporarily forget your worries and worries. Sadness is like being in heaven, isn’t it? ”
Wang Yu asked in a gentle voice, not like he had just killed someone, but like a patient doctor questioning his patient.
However, the patient Wang Xu did not feel any warmth. He only felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and nodded stiffly.
Wang Yu suddenly reached out and strangled Wang Xu's throat tightly, speaking sincerely: "You are wrong, T-37 hallucinogen cannot save you. The only way to escape troubles and sorrow forever is Death.”
Crack!
With a slight crisp sound, Wang Xu's body fell weakly on the sofa, his mouth open, as if at the last moment of his life, he wanted to express his gratitude to the person who helped him escape from the suffering world. My benefactor, say thank you.
Wang Yu still remained calm, without any fluctuation in his tone: "You're welcome."
Dong dong dong——
A short knock on the door sounded.
Wang Yu wiped the blood on his face with a tissue on the table without any delay, and then opened the door.
Outside the door, an evil tiger, a sheep head, a blood fox, a pig head, a snake face, and hyenas of different heights and sizes were crowded in the narrow corridor. Under the dim light, they looked like a group of people crawling out of the abyss. Demons and monsters come out.
"Sixth Brother, you forgot your mask." Xue Hu took out a mask from his arms and handed it over.
Wang Yu took the mask and slowly covered his face. It was a bull's head. The bull's head was simple and expressionless, with only six eyes traced on the forehead.
“I will lead the way.” Niutou returned to his usual taciturn tone.
The hyena was the first to follow, followed closely by Snake Face and Evil Tiger, and the Sheep Head followed last. The Blood Fox and Pig Head stopped for a moment, then turned and entered the dead man's house.
“It’s true, Senior Brother Sixth easily forgets things when he’s drawing. He also forgets Senior Sister Two’s instructions and stabs people to death with the tip of his pen. It’s true...”
Hongya, who was wearing the blood fox, jumped a few meters and landed lightly and silently next to Liu Yang's body, but not even a shoe mark was left on the ground.
With a wave of five fingers, the skin and flesh of the latter's neck were opened, and the whole head was torn off like a rubber ball, slammed into the wall, and then bounced to the ground with a dull sound.
The ugly pig-headed Zhao Zhixin swept around the room. His bones and muscles crackled and his whole body suddenly shrank and turned into a dwarf.
He walked into the house, carefully picked up the fragments of portraits and blood-stained tissues on the ground, and put them into the garbage bags he had prepared...
(End of this chapter)