Doomsday Wonderland

Just when Ji Shanqing was startled and reflexively wanted to see behind Jiuliu, he stretched out his arm and held it down—"Don't move! Look."

What's wrong?

Ji Shanqing froze immediately, and every hair on his body stood up like an antenna, desperately searching for dangerous signals. In his peripheral vision, Qing Jiuliu raised his hand and quickly pointed to the eighth picture on the wall—just like the one drawn in the seventh picture.

He was too careless.

Why did you make the same action as shown in the seventh picture? Don't you worry about the consequences if you follow the pictures? Even if the arrangement of the images on the wall is a bit messy, and it's hard to distinguish which one follows which one, you can still open your mouth and tell him to look for it...

Ji Shanqing swallowed his anxiety and fear, and when he secretly cursed Qing Jiuliu in his stomach, his eyes followed his fingers and landed on the eighth picture.

In this picture, the villain representing Ji Shanqing just turned around, poked his head out, and his eyes wandered over the back of Qing Jiuliu's figure; in this already clear and precise image, "Ji Shanqing "The face was full of surprise and confusion—Ji Shanqing could imagine that when he had just finished looking at the last picture, he probably had the same expression on his face.

This expression also means... the villain representing Ji Shanqing seems to be completely invisible, and the black figure on the back of "Qing Jiuliu" is also turning his head towards him, facing his face, and slowly opening his mouth.

Ji Shanqing almost wanted to cry out.

Strange to say, the picture doesn't move, but he just feels that the black figure is "slowly opening its mouth" - not only opening its mouth, but the black figure's neck is also gradually elongating and thinning, as if a A bamboo pole lifted the head, and brought it to "Ji Shanqing"'s face, which opened its mouth like a snake's kiss, almost touching the tip of his nose.

Obviously the head is not big, but when the mouth is fully opened, it is enough to completely engulf his face.

...Luckily, Qing Jiuliu was quick to stop Ji Shanqing from really showing his face.

But even if he was stopped in time, he was only an arm's length away from Qing Jiuliu... too close, Ji Shanqing resisted the desire to tremble, and was too close to himself.

"It seems that what is shown in the picture may not necessarily become reality," Qing Jiuliu was muttering next to him, "You didn't come to look behind me...the things in the eighth picture naturally didn't happen ,right?"

Ji Shanqing wanted to nod his head, but his neck didn't move, so he forced a "hmm".

He stood in front of the wall, and for a moment, his mind seemed to be swept by a storm, full of fragments with nowhere to go, full of chaos that swallowed order.

"Where is my sister?" The first thing Ji Shanqing could say was: "Where is the next picture of my sister?"

It's not that he doesn't worry about the safety of the two of them; but he must first see Lin Sanjiu's picture.

He wants to know how his sister is doing, which is of course an extremely important reason; another reason is that even Lin Sanjiu in the picture is still the only Lin Sanjiu that Ji Shanqing can meet and see at this moment—he At this moment, there is no other way to bring myself closer to my sister.

Being closer to his sister was also the only way to keep him from being so scared.

"No..." Qing Jiuliu said in a low voice, "I haven't seen any pictures of her anymore."

Ji Shanqing took another deep breath. When my sister did this, she calmed down a little; he breathed, but he was still in his darkened mind, forced to be alone with the fear.

where is she? Can she hear what she is yelling now?

No matter who left the picture, it seems that he is very clear about his feelings for his sister—putting a picture of Lin Sanjiu about to be dragged into the bottom of the river by a water ghost and drowned, even if it is difficult to tell whether it is true or not, it is enough to make him lose his mind , restless.

If you don't calm down, you can't get out of here... Ji Shanqing forced himself to concentrate, thinking. They fell into a trap... What exactly is Qing Jiuliu's back?

"Do you feel anything on your back now?" He didn't dare to turn his head to look, but asked in a low voice.

Qing Jiuliu was startled, as if surprised by this question. "No," he replied after a pause. "Have you seen the ninth picture?"

The ninth picture is located at the end of the left side of the stone wall, so it's hard to find. Ji Shanqing's position is close to the left side of the stone wall, while Qing Jiuliu is standing on the right. From the perspective of the latter, it may be difficult to see clearly—Ji Shanqing bit the bullet, even if he didn't want to, he had to raise his hand and point Look at the stone wall on the left and say, "Here."

Qing Jiuliu let out a "hmm" from his nose, as if he was a little uncertain.

This is inevitable... Ji Shanqing thought to himself. Every picture on the wall has no frame, but in an inconspicuous corner, or in the lines of overlapping pictures, there will be a number that is difficult to read clearly.

Looking at the "9" again, even Ji Shanqing was a little uncertain; is that a "9"?

Or a...hook?

No, it seems more like a rope loop; in the picture of the rope circle, a "9" is embedded.

The black figure lying on Qing Jiuliu's back retracted his head again, and climbed up his shoulders little by little, like a huge, human-shaped gecko. No matter whether it was Qing Jiuliu under it, or Ji Shanqing on the side, they seemed to be still ignorant—the two small figures were still standing in front of the stone wall, motionless, their positions unchanged, staring blankly at the stone in front of them. Pictures on the wall.

From the head of "Ji Shanqing", a rope loop gradually hung down.

The loop of rope fell down unsteadily, and I don't know where the other end is tied—isn't there only the night sky above it? ——I'm about to touch the top of "Ji Shanqing"'s head.

Ji Shanqing immediately restrained his urge to look up. He is not stupid, he will not actively expose his neck.

"We may not be able to get out from the corner of this alley for the time being," Kiyokuru beside him was trying to calmly say: "The road on your left...isn't the road?"

Ji Shanqing wiped his eyes and turned his head slowly.

He never dared to turn his head completely to see the path they should have turned into. From the corner of his eye, he told him that the path was not much different from the previous streets and alleys, they were all piled up with layers of stone slabs, and there was no trace of light; but there was something else, which was quietly tempting him to turn his head away again and again, Tell him to look carefully—because that thing knows what Ji Shanqing will see.

…a painting carved into a stone wall.

It is not accurate to say "painting", because it is precise, three-dimensional, and extremely real, and it can almost be called a painting. In such a dark night, if you don't observe carefully face to face, but just glance at it from the corner of your eye, I am afraid that everyone will think it is a small road—but it just shows the appearance of a small road.

As if his eyes would be burned, Ji Shanqing turned his head abruptly—he didn’t forget the rope loop that might be falling towards him at this moment—he didn’t dare to raise his head, but he didn’t dare to stand still either, hurriedly He took two steps back and shouted, "I..."

As soon as the word was out of his mouth, he found that he happened to see the tenth painting.

In the tenth painting, "Ji Shanqing" turned his head to the left just like himself just now, and saw the floating wither pretending to be a path; half of the noose was already limply on his overhead, but the rope continued to descend, like a limp snake seeking its neck.

Not far from him, "Qing Jiuliu" was pointing to the false road with his finger up, talking in his mouth, as if motioning Ji Shanqing to look at it—it was the same as before. It's just that the black figure sitting on his shoulder stretched out his hands at some point, and has already firmly covered Qing Jiuliu's eyes.

blocked?

How did he see the false road?

Ji Shanqing was startled, and was about to turn his head to look at Qing Jiuliu—this was the first time he had seen Qing Jiuliu directly with his naked eyes after discovering the stone wall murals—but before his eyes fell on him, Ji Shanqing's gaze stopped suddenly when he was halfway there.

From the paintings all over the wall, he found the eleventh picture.

In this picture, the villain of "Ji Shanqing" is just like him just now, he has already taken two steps back; the rope in the mid-air fell into the air, and Ji Shanqing's neck was not caught after all.

On the other side, "Qing Jiuliu" was still standing there.

In other words, Ji Shanqing believes that the human figure should represent Qing Jiuliu—its figure, clothing and body shape are exactly the same as the "Qing Jiuliu" in the previous painting, the only difference is that the entire head has disappeared.

Instead, there was an almost shapeless mass of pitch black, hovering messily where Qing Jiuliu's head should be, facing Ji Shanqing straight from his neck, as if waiting for him to turn his head.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Qing Jiuru's voice sounded from the side. "Why don't you turn around?"

If it was just that there was a mass of blackness in the painting that replaced the head of "Qing Jiuliu", then no matter how timid Ji Shanqing was, he wouldn't dare to take a look at him. But right next to the eleventh painting is the twelfth one.

In the twelfth painting, "Ji Shanqing" and "Qing Jiuliu" are facing each other, obviously he has seen the blackness on the neck of the other party.

However, the body of "Ji Shanqing" is falling limply on the ground—in this painting, all the details have been called lifelike, so it can be clearly seen that in the twelfth painting Ji Shanqing is dead.

"Can you see it?" Ji Shanqing asked in a low voice, resisting turning his head to look at him.

"I can see it," Qing Jiuliu replied.

"Then look at the eleventh and twelfth paintings...you will know why I refuse to turn my head."

So far, all the messages in the painting cannot be regarded as true and reliable clues-whoever launched this trap must hope to drive the two people apart-but at the same time, they cannot be disbelieved.

Because at this moment, Ji Shanqing's eyes were dangling with a disappointed rope loop.