Author: Bachelor in White

The man stopped writing.

This "finishing touch" has not been put in place for a long time.

At some point, a similarly stooped figure appeared in front of him.

He sat across from the man, and he also had a piece of paper in front of him.

The two of them maintained the same posture.

At this moment, it was as if there was a mirror in front of the man. The two of them reflected each other, and their reflections became a pair.

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 my 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 back' her."

"To bring back the Xieluo River."

"So, who am I?"

"I'm Gongsun Mo?"

"I'm 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.

"It turns out that 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 the candle, 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 masterpiece!"

"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 clearly 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.

Love and hate, rescue Xieluohe!

At first, Zheng Xiu could only follow Gongsun Mo's memory. However, under the intervention of the "prisoner", 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 were anyone else, Gongsun Mo would definitely be the one.

The person who came out of cannibal paintings 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 rickety 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 suddenly let out a shrill roar, 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 paper, 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. As the space collapsed, everything around him began to become bizarre and illusory. Zheng Xiu looked calm and watched as his buttocks turned into a dark quagmire. As he 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. His thin white hair completely fell out, and his long and shiny black hair grew rapidly 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 to stagger. As the pulling became more intense, his body turned out to be like plasticine.

It was generally pulled into strange shapes.

A painting floated in the black tide, and a ferocious face appeared on the paper.

The scroll seemed to have come to life and stood in front of Zheng Xiu. The ferocious and twisted face on it looked at Zheng Xiu from afar.

Zheng Xiu looked astonished: "I am different from you, but you are still painting yourself in the painting."

"Not her!"

The ghost man in the painting roars.

"She is not yours, but she is mine."

Zheng Xiu smiled slightly.
To be continued...