The man stopped writing.
This "finishing touch" has not been put in place for a long time.
At some point, a figure with the same crotch appeared in front of him.
He sat across from the man, who also had a piece of paper in front of him.
The two of them maintained the same posture.
At this moment, it was like there was a mirror in front of the man. The two of them were reflections of each other, and their reflections were in pairs.
The "reflection" looked up, and that thin face, sunken eye sockets, and blazing fire burning in the eyes were clearly who he was now.
The face was unpredictable, sometimes it was him, sometimes it wasn't him.
The man opened his mouth wide and looked at the "reflection" that appeared out of thin air in front of him, and an inexplicable chill filled his heart.
Crack!
A bolt of lightning exploded in his mind.
Severe pain in head.
There seemed to be something between the eyebrows that was trying to squeeze through the skull and break out.
His head hurt, hurt, hurt.
Countless strange memory scenes appeared in front of the man.
He was quickly reliving everything about the real "Gongsun Mo" from a first-person perspective.
The story of Gongsun Mo and Xie Luohe two hundred years ago is not exactly the same as Zheng Xiu's experience.
However, in the end, they also experienced hardships, lost their loved ones, and finally ended up here.
"ah……"
"I see……"
The man's hand holding the pen began to shake violently.
"I learned everything about you,"
"I have all your memories,"
"I have experienced your joys and sorrows,"
"I've walked the same path you've walked,"
"Finally, I came here to 'bring' her back."
"To bring back the Sierra."
"So, who am I?"
"Am I Gongsun Mo?"
"Am I Zheng Xiu?"
"No! Gongsun Mo!"
"No! Zheng Xiu!"
"I'm Zheng Xiu!"
"I'm Zheng Xiu!"
"I'm Zheng Xiu!"
"But……"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
The man laughed loudly, laughed, and shed tears.
"So this is the real purpose of your painting!"
"You clearly know that in the second hundred years, you will become a human pillar! You clearly know that you will be deceived by Zhu, and you will willingly create cannibal paintings comparable to ghosts and enter that place! You clearly know that you will be led away Walk……"
"But you did it anyway, you painted it!"
"Whether I admit it or not, whether I can stick to my heart, these are not important... not important... not important!"
"After experiencing all this and a hundred years of time, I still barely remember that I am Zheng Xiu..."
"But this is a ceremony..."
"Follow the rules...for a hundred years!"
"This finishing touch is your final touch!"
"It will also become my final chapter!"
"Once this is done..."
"I will become you!"
Zheng Xiu cried and laughed at the same time!
After hundreds of years of loneliness, he finally understood everything.
I understand the reason for the existence of cannibal paintings, and also understand that two hundred years ago, Gongsun Mo knew that painting this painting would make him a "human pillar" and enter the dark, but he still took the initiative to get into the candle like a moth to a flame. In the conspiracy.
What he wanted was to create the "second Gongsun Mo". Even if he died, left, and could not come back, there would still be a second person walking the same path as him, with the same memories, and the same thoughts. The love and hatred, rescue Xieluohe!
At first Zheng Xiu could only follow Gongsun Mo's memory. However, under the interference of the "prisoners", Zheng Xiu was no longer trapped by Gongsun Mo's memory after "hijacking the prison car" and could move freely with his true heart.
He has gone through more than a hundred years in the painting, and his life experience may not be exactly the same as Gongsun Mo's back then, but in the end, he ended up here.
If it had been anyone else, Gongsun Mo would definitely have succeeded.
The person who came out of the cannibal painting must be the second "Gongsun Mo"!
Cannibal paintings are indeed cannibal paintings!
What it really "eats" is not the human body, but the human heart!
It can eliminate people's original intention and create a new Gongsun Mo!
If Zheng Xiu is not a stranger, it is very likely that under the influence of the cannibal paintings, in the memory that is difficult to distinguish between true and false, he completely forgets himself and becomes a new...Gongsun Mo!
In front of Zheng Xiu's eyes, the hunched and skinny shadows flew away like fine sand, gathered behind Zheng Xiu, and silently "climbed" behind Zheng Xiu like a shadow.
"call……"
Zheng Xiu's expression suddenly relaxed. A hundred years of loneliness and vicissitudes of life disappeared without a trace on his face in an instant. His sunken eye sockets were filled with tenderness.
"come back."
The pen tip fell and lightly touched the blank face in the painting, turning into a pair of smart eyes.
"Not her! Not her! Not her!"
The shadow behind Zheng Xiu roared loudly, and the surrounding space began to collapse, shattering like glass, turning into spots of light all over the sky.
The underground hollow where he had been sitting for nearly a hundred years was like a paper lake, showing a twisted posture. Cracks visible to the naked eye started somewhere and spread in all directions.
The void behind Zheng Xiu suddenly enlarged, turning the surrounding area into pitch black.
The moment he put down the pen, he began to sink downwards. As the space collapsed, everything around him began to become bizarre, as if it were real or illusory. Zheng Xiu looked calm and watched as his buttocks turned into a dark quagmire. As it sank, Zheng Xiu put his hand into it.
"After all, you still can't draw a scene of constant darkness, and neither can I."
The surface of Zheng Xiu's body gradually cracked, and the shriveled skin bulged again. Layers of old skin peeled off and faded away, the thin white hair completely fell out, and the long and shiny black hair grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Not her! Not her! Not her!"
The dark quagmire stirred up turbulent waves amid hysterical roars. A huge force pulled Zheng Xiu's rejuvenated body around. As the pulling became more intense, his body was stretched into strange shapes like plasticine.
A painting floated in the black tide, and a ferocious face appeared on the paper.
The scroll seemed to come to life and stood in front of Zheng Xiu. The ferocious and twisted face on it looked at Zheng Xiu from a distance.
Zheng Xiu looked astonished: "I am different from you, but you are still painting yourself in the painting."
"Not her!"
The ghostly figure in the painting roars.
"She is not yours, but she is mine."
Zheng Xiu smiled slightly.
With his long black hair flying, Zheng Xiu exerted his strength again and pulled out a white palm from the mud. Then, a beautiful silhouette that had been away for a hundred years emerged from the tide in a daze.
Dressed in black, with long hair tied behind his head, the word "Ding Wei" slowly rotates in his right eye... It's Feng Bei!
The moment he saw Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei's dazed eyes were a little more confused, his red lips opened slightly, and he said quietly: "Husband..."
"Welcome back."
"Um."
The world is falling apart.
All the scenery disappeared, leaving only an endless black sea.
"It's not her, it's not her, it's not her!"
The ghost figure in the painting is still shouting filial piety. It cannot communicate, and it only has this sentence over and over again.
Feng Bei quietly nestled in Zheng Xiu's arms, enjoying the warmth of reunion after a long absence. The noise coming from the ghost in the painting made Feng Bei frown. She was about to extend her other hand. Zheng Xiu had been married to Feng Bei for ten years, so he knew what she was thinking. Zheng Xiu secretly He scratched his palm and said: "No need, he spent a hundred years painting himself into it, and only a trace of his soul is left. Now that I have broken his trap, everything will disappear, and he will disappear soon, but it's pitiful Just people.”
Feng Bei's palm was pinched, scratched, and scratched by Zheng Xiu. Feng Bei's pretty face blushed slightly, and her tenderness was rippling, but she refused to accept it and scratched it back. In front of "Gongsun Mo's remnant soul", the two intertwined their fingers and changed into more than ten different postures. Feng Bei understood the hidden meaning in an instant, and his face turned red. But suddenly, Feng Bei was startled as she was pestering her. She couldn't care about Mie Bu Mie's shabby painting at this moment. She blankly pinched Zheng Xiu's face with her other hand and squeezed it for a while before saying : "Why can I..."
Zheng Xiu knew what Feng Bei was thinking.
She is struggling with why she can touch her sweetheart openly, even though she has an unknown destiny.
Zheng Xiu shook his head: "I don't know." After a moment of silence, he added: "Maybe it's because I'm at a higher level."
Feng Bei was stunned and didn't know why.
The roar of filial piety from the scroll gradually weakened, and a wave suddenly rose in the floating black sea, like a high wall. Two figures emerged from the tide, covered with a layer of asphalt-like dirt.
The two people who looked exactly the same were clearly Fan Yao and Monk. Fighting in the undulating tide - a fight in the true sense. I saw Fan Yao grabbing the monk with a ferocious face, opening his mouth to bite, tearing, and biting off the monk's ear alive, causing blood and flesh to fly.
The monk bit back and took a big sip on Fan Yao's face. He actually bit Fan Yao's eyes alive, leaving a bloody hole on Fan Yao's face.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei's expressions changed. They couldn't care less about each other and were about to move. Suddenly, a severed arm stretched out from under Zheng Xiu's feet. The five pale fingers with almost only a layer of shriveled skin were like hooks and claws. They curled around Zheng Xiu's arm, and the five fingers were embedded in Zheng Xiu's flesh.
"Go help the monk!"
Zheng Xiu's expression changed, but he asked Feng Bei to go to the monk to help.
Feng Bei looked back and looked at Zheng Xiu. In an instant, Feng Bei understood what Zheng Xiu was thinking. She nodded without any pretense: "Okay!"
With that said, Feng Bei walked across the black sea towards the place where the monk and Fan Yao were fighting.
After taking a few steps, Feng Bei's long hair was fluttering, and the black lines like thorns under her fair neck spread silently, and finally gathered in her right eye, like a dark and gorgeous rose. A shadow as tall as a mountain appeared behind Feng Bei. Feng Bei held his right palm empty and waved towards Fan Yao.
The black sea surface was split into two, and a huge crack was torn out in the sky in the distance by Feng Bei's illusory knife. Fan Yao's body was split in two in an instant and separated from the middle. The hatred in Fan Yao's eyes was like two sharp knives, as if they were real. Vicious curses came out of the two halves of his mouth respectively:
"You must die a good death!"
"You must die a good death!"
"You must die a good death!"
When the monk heard this, he screamed and fell into the sea.
This is why Zheng Xiu temporarily put aside his own safety and asked Feng Bei to help the monk. Fan Yao, as the monk's secondary personality, has been able to gain the upper hand for so many years and completely suppress Monk Huahua. It can be seen that among many personalities, Fan Yao is a powerful existence that takes the spotlight. In the current battle between their personalities, if no external force is inserted, even the dominant personality of the monk is very likely to be swallowed up by Fan Yao.
Fan Yao didn't know what he experienced after entering the eternal darkness. At this moment, when the world in the painting collapsed, he took the opportunity to escape. His heart was already filled with resentment, and he desperately wanted to kill the monk and replace him.
Fan Yao's "rumors" were indeed evil. After the monk fell, Feng Bei's delicate body shook slightly, and the towering shadow behind him showed faint signs of collapse.
"call……"
Zheng Xiu's side.
He had no time to care about anything else. He had seen that hand "hundred years ago". It was the [Painter's] trick!
No wonder Zhu is confident that he can trap Feng Bei with a cannibal painting, and even bring Feng Bei into the dark. That's because the [Painter] trick he used to lure Gongsun Mo into the game a hundred years ago has always been hidden deep in the cannibal paintings!
The withered five fingers "bite" into Zheng Xiu's flesh and blood. Zheng Xiu's eyes instantly became as red as blood and covered with bloodshot eyes.
"Oops..."
It seems like a good thing to be possessed by something strange in the painter's doorway. But when the strange thing really bit him, Zheng Xiu realized that it was not that simple. Deep murmurs suddenly sounded in his ears. At first Zheng Xiu couldn't hear clearly what those murmurs were saying, but gradually Zheng Xiu seemed to hear the voices of many people, including Gongsun Mo's.
Zheng Xiu's eyes were blurred, and there were constant images in front of him. Under him, the vast black sea stretched out twisted and ugly tentacles, pulling him into the bottom of the sea when the strange thing forcibly merged with Zheng Xiu.
"wave~"
Right now. Zheng Xiu felt a sudden pain in his forehead, and something came out.
It was a dice, a bloody dice.
The twenty-sided dice suddenly opened countless dense eyes.
All the eyes "fell" off the dice.
Those eyes seemed to be alive, forming a chain of their own.
Snapped!
The chain suddenly "caught" the "painter" monster that "bited" Zheng Xiu and wouldn't let go.
The claws were stunned.
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
In the distance, Feng Bei and the monk were stunned.
Fan Yao sank.
The floating black sea, the collapsing world, everything seemed to have stopped in an instant, completely frozen in front of the three people's eyes.
…
Tianyin Mountain.
A huge white snake curled up in a warm nest and slept comfortably.
Suddenly, it opened its eyes and rolled wildly in its nest, hitting its head against the mountain wall.
boom!
A large hole was knocked out of the mountain wall under the terrifying power of white. The tumbling white snake twisted in the snow-capped mountains. Its madness triggered waves of avalanches, and the ground shook.
laugh!
White Snake rolled his eyes and was completely in pain. A neat hole cut open White Snake's belly from the inside out of thin air, and three figures emerged from the hole in White Snake's belly.
One person kicked his bald head away. The bald head spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into the snow, staining the white snow red.
Feng Bei caught up with him, full of murderous intent.
Finally, Zheng Xiu's fist and Feng Bei's palm stopped in front of the monk.
The monk clasped his hands together, his eyes were clear, and he smiled at the two of them: "The young monk is back."
Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu looked at each other and remained silent.
The monk blinked and blinked desperately at Zheng Xiu: "Xiao Tao's tombstone..."
"Ahem, it's a monk."
Feng Bei squinted his eyes, alert. Fox asked: "What happened to Xiao Tao's tombstone?"
Zheng Xiu looked away and pulled the monk up from the snow.
After a moment, the three of them laughed.
"came back."
