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.
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 became a little 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 in the painting is still roaring, unable to communicate, and only this sentence is spoken over and over again.
Feng Bei snuggled quietly in Zheng Xiu's arms, enjoying the warmth of seeing each other again after a long absence. The noise coming from the ghost in the painting made Feng Bei frown. Just as she was about to stretch out her other hand, Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were in a hurry.
The young couple knew what she was thinking. Zheng Xiu secretly scratched her palm and said: "No, he spent a hundred years painting himself into it, leaving only a trace of his soul. Now I broke him."
In this situation, everything will disappear and he will disappear soon, but he is just a poor person."
Feng Bei's palm was pinched, scratched, and scratched by Zheng Xiu. Feng Bei's pretty face blushed slightly, and her face was rippling, but she refused to accept it and scratched it back. The two of them crossed their fingers in front of "Gongsun Mo's remnant soul"
Taming, changed into more than ten postures, hiding deep meanings, Feng Bei understood instantly, and her face turned red. But suddenly, while Taming Taming, Feng Bei was startled, she couldn't care about the broken painting of Mi Mu Mie at the moment.
He stared blankly and pinched Zheng Xiu's face with his other hand. After pinching for a while, he said: "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 a higher level."
Feng Bei was stunned, not knowing why.
The roar coming 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 dirt like asphalt.
Two people who looked exactly the same were Fan Yao and Monk. They were fighting in the undulating tide - a fight in the true sense. Fan Yao was seen grabbing the monk with a ferocious face, biting, tearing, and pulling.
He bit down and bit 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 ignored each other and were about to move. Suddenly, a severed arm stretched out from under Zheng Xiu's feet. The pale five fingers with almost only a layer of shriveled skin were wrapped around them like hooks.
The five fingers of Zheng Xiu's arm 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 towering shadow like a mountain emerged 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 into two halves in an instant, separated from the middle. Fan Yao's eyes were filled with hatred.
The meaning is like two sharp knives, just like the substance. Vicious curses are spoken from both sides of the mouth:
"You shall not die well!"
"You shall not die well!"
"You shall not die well!"
When the monk heard this, he screamed and fell into the sea.
This is why Zheng Xiu temporarily put his own safety aside 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 the monk Huahua. It can be seen that in many personalities , Fan Yao is a powerful existence that takes over the role of the guest. If no external force is inserted into the current dispute between their personalities, even if the monk is the dominant personality, it is very likely that the monk will be swallowed up by Fan Yao.
Fan Yao didn't know what he went through 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 was confident that he could trap Feng Bei with a cannibal painting, and even bring Feng Bei into the darkness. That was because the [Painter] secret that he used to lure Gongsun Mo into the game a hundred years ago had always been hidden deep inside. Cannibal painting in progress!
The withered five fingers "bite" into Zheng Xiu's flesh and blood, and Zheng Xiu's eyes instantly became as red as blood and covered with bloodshot eyes.
"Oops..."
It seemed like a good thing to be possessed by a strange thing in the painter's doorway. But when the strange thing really bit him, Zheng Xiu realized that it was not that simple. A series of low 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 the images in front of him were endless. Under him, the vast black sea stretched out twisted and ugly tentacles, and when the strange things forcibly merged with Zheng Xiu, they pulled him into the bottom of the sea.
"Boo~"
At this moment, 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 its countless dense eyes.
All the eyes "fell" off the dice.
Those eyes seemed to be alive, connecting themselves into a chain.
Snapped!
The chain suddenly "caught" the "painter" monster that "bited" Zheng Xiu and wouldn't let go.
The claws were stunned for a moment.
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 earth shook.
laugh!
White Snake rolled his eyes and died from the pain. A neat hole cut open White Snake's belly from the inside, and three figures emerged from the hole in White Snake's belly.
One man 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 put 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. Hu asked, "What happened to Xiao Tao's tombstone?"
Zheng Xiu looked away and pulled the monk up from the snow.