Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 224 The Man in the Painting

   As soon as he heard the words guillotine, Xiaoyin, who was about to stand up, shook his feet and passed out.

  "Broken...guillotine?" Xiaolan was also completely shocked.

The Taoist leader looked at Xiaoyin worriedly, and when the fool said she was okay, he turned his head and said, "Beside the abandoned guillotine, there seems to be some plants growing, sometimes weird grass, sometimes coquettish flowers. This is a legend. story."

   "Is there such a legend?"

"I've heard this story too," Luo Jiutian nodded. "The flower next to the guillotine makes a living by sucking the blood of sinners. After a long time, it becomes a flower demon. The flower demon fascinates the confused people who are not firm and possesses. For them, help them get revenge. After the wish of the possessed person is fulfilled, the soul will be expelled from their original body, and that body will also be taken as their own by the flower demon, and the flower demon can no longer be taken by the small clump. Plants are bound to lead a normal life."

After finishing the story, Luo Jiutian added, "This flower may be the flower demon in the story."

  Xiaolan questioned the reliability of this story, “If there is such a thing, shouldn’t you always send someone to eradicate the flower demon? After all, you are a more socially responsible organization in the relevant industry.”

"Why eradicate people?" Luo Jiutian didn't understand. "Being possessed is a path chosen by those people. They decided to sell their souls for revenge. If they don't agree, the flower demon can't just be possessed by others. ."

   Xiaolan didn't refute any more, but started thinking.

Although it is just a story, the legend of the flower demon is somewhat similar to the wishing career of Wang Shen and Wu Ren.

  Take Gu Weidong’s case as an example. What ultimately pushed him towards destruction, was it the king's use or his own endless greed?

  In this world, you get melons and beans.

  Wish will come true, in fact, it is just the beautiful veil of the **** of death.

  After being pinched by a few people by the fool, Xiaoyin woke up leisurely and rushed over to look at the painting.

  Before he rushed to a few people, Xiaoyin took a big breath of air-conditioning, pointed at the painting and screamed "Baomu!" After speaking, he rolled his eyes and fainted again.

   Xiaolan supported Xiaoyin and looked at the painting from Xiaoyin's position.

  What's the matter with Xiaoyin pointing to the painting's name, Baomu?

  Could it be... what did she see?

  Could it be... she saw Baomu?

  But the canvas is full of black and red paint, and there is no human figure that can be seen at all.

  Speaking of which, in the other nine paintings, there are more or less human beings. Only in this painting, let alone the flower demon, there is no personal personality.

  But Xiaoyin really fainted after shouting at the painting.

   Xiaolan stood far away, observing the painting.

  The screen gradually became familiar.

  I don't know if it is an illusion or something else, this painting is slowly turning into a face before my eyes.

  The outline of the ink color and the bright and dark face gradually overlap.

  Sure enough, that's Baomu's facial contour!

  Is this the composition when I first saw this painting?

  The hairs all over Xiaolan's body stood up, and he quickly told Dao Master and Luo's father and son about the matter. The three of them looked at it from the same angle and saw that they were completely silent.

  A terrible idea came to mind.

   Xiaolan glanced at Dao Chang seriously, and directly met his gloomy eyes, Xiaolan knew that the two had coincided again.

  "Other paintings..."

  A few people hurried to the position of the other picture frames and observed carefully, but found no abnormality.

   "It seems that only this painting has a problem," Luo Jiutian said and started, "No matter what, I will take it off first."

   too late to stop, Luo Jiutian has grabbed the sides of the picture frame and lifted it slightly upwards, and the picture frame easily separated from the wall.

  But, it's just a picture frame.

  The painting still clings to the wall, as if growing from the wall.

  Luo Jiutian dropped the frame and stretched out to reveal the painting. He drew a few times on the edge of the painting with both hands. He turned his head and said in shock, “I can’t touch the canvas. This painting is on the wall.”

  "It is not directly painted on the wall. The wall is uneven, but the painting is very flat." Xiao Lan said.

   Luo Jiutian agreed, "And I can't feel the bumps of the paint."

  What is going on?

  I was thinking hard, and suddenly there was a hustle and bustle behind me.

   "Hey! Who!"

   "Let go!"

   "Boom!"

   "唰——唰——"

   "Wow!"

A black shadow was grabbing Xiaoyin's two legs and dragging her to one side. The fool's attention was originally on the painting. When he lowered his head to observe the state of the two wounded, he suddenly found the shadow and made a decisive decision. Ji Fei kicked over.

  The black shadow flew up, rolled down to the wall, crawled on the ground for a certain distance like a python, penetrated directly into a painting, and disappeared.

  The idiot hugged Xiao Yin back to her original position. Seeing that she had not suffered any harm, he looked down at Jasmine's wound, but he looked incredible.

   Xiaolan hurriedly ran to the side of the painting and looked at it.

This is the tenth painting closest to the flower window. There are three children in the painting. The three children are jumping in a circle holding hands. They seem to be playing some games. The background is a dilapidated paradise with dead leaves on the ground. There was a full floor, and the seesaws and swing frames behind the children were mottled and rusted, and they were stuck in the middle of the dead leaves, as if buried.

  The dark shadow got into this painting.

  Xiaolan reached out and took off the frame. Sure enough, the painting was the same, it was grown directly on the wall.

   "This...this painting has changed!" Luo Jiutian came over and pointed at the painting and shouted.

  In fact, Xiaolan felt strange before he said anything.

  Earlier, the weird atmosphere of the paintings here seems to have faded.

  The reason...

"Their eyes don't look at us anymore," Xiaolan pointed to the three children. "We discussed when we first came here. The eyes of the people in the painting are looking out. Now their eyes have changed. Became natural."

  The fool stayed to look after the two unconscious girls, and the others hurried to other frames.

   "Everything has changed."

"changed……"

   "Here too."

  Except for the seventh guillotine without figures, all the other paintings have changed.

  A slight breeze passed through the promenade, and the night breeze was cold. Xiaolan shivered as she looked at the painting in front of her.

  This is the fifth painting, depicting the bustling scene of a certain bazaar when it opens.

  When I saw it for the first time, dozens of people in the painting looked outside together. The scene was really shocking.

  Now these dozens of people have returned to normal, yelling, buying and selling, everything has changed back to normal.

  The girl in the first painting lowered her head and looked at the tea cup in her hand.

  The villain in the second painting still can't see his face, but he seems to be running in the opposite direction.

  The two in the third painting looked at each other tenderly.

   has changed.

  The problem lies in the painting.

  Without waiting for Xiaolan to make any new actions, the unexpected happened again.

  (End of this chapter)