He became more and more afraid, and fear began to occupy his heart. He was just a child of a woodcutter, and being able to paint was his greatest luxury, but he carried out the luxury to the end.
When the woodcutter returned home, he discovered everything here. The whole house was full of crossed-out portraits. From the portraits, you could vaguely see the outlines of his wives, but none of their expressions were correct.
In other words, they just have a shape and do not have the aura of the portrait at all. They are more like portraits than portraits.
He fell to the ground, not knowing if he should say anything, or that he had nothing to say, because he knew who did it, it could only be his son, but his son was not there
Inside the house.
Also missing were his pen and ink sac. He could almost guess what his son was doing. He was sketching portrait after portrait in the entire forest, filling the forest with lifeless portraits.
He did so without success. Gradually he could no longer lift his hands, and his legs could no longer stand firmly on the ground. He could only sit paralyzed like this, looking at the portrait on the tree, his eyes
Wu Shen, muttering something in his mouth.
A pair of hands patted his shoulders, a pair of palms so rough that they could tear the coarse clothes on him into pieces.
"Look at this."
It was his father who was speaking. He had a white sheet in his hand, which was sewn by the young mother's own hands. There was a red portrait on it, which was his mother, a lifelike woman.
When he looked up at his father again, the man's face was already pale, as if he had discovered that the boy was no longer at home. But this was not fear, but because of excessive blood loss. The red portrait was
He painted it with blood.
"I haven't forgotten her yet. Don't worry. She is still alive and well. You are not the same as she was when she saw you, right? Go home, I'm afraid it's going to be cold." As he spoke,
The rain just started to fall.
Amidst the lightning and thunder, the two people stood up and walked towards the hut. The only difference was that there were two people on the ground. They lay on the ground, letting the violent wind and rain beat on them, without any movement.
, those are two dead people.
At this time, in the cozy little house, a family of three were chatting freely. After thousands of years, they no longer heard the question "Have you made friends with any young master?", and they will never forget the appearance of their mother. They will be together forever.
.
"...Death is also life, life is also death, sadness is also happiness, joy is also sadness." As the song ends, the story they tell finally ends, and everything returns to normal.
"I want to go to that house and have a look." Feng Xuanye had a trace of determination in his eyes.
Han Yu lowered his head and glanced at everyone. From their eyes, Han Yu could tell that almost everyone wanted to go there to see it, because they had already seen it from their perspective.
Here, you only need to walk diagonally for two miles to reach the small house where they live.
"Okay, let's go and have a look." Han Yu nodded. He was also a little curious about what kind of place it was. What's interesting is that from his own perspective, the route he took to go to the private school every day for thousands of years looked like
It's on the edge of Sin City now.
It is probably impossible for a child to go to school on the edge of Sin City every day. In other words, he survived when Sin City had not expanded to that point. It was definitely before that. If not
, then none of this is true.
While walking, Han Yu kept thinking about this question. What is the predecessor of Sin City? A very high-end private school cannot exist in a small town. In other words, he is not actually in a small town, but in a small town.
A place similar to a county seat.
Judging from this ancient map, there is indeed such a place, but there is no city wall, it just looks like a larger town, nothing more.
I'm afraid there will be the private school that I saw here. If I go to Sin City, I will definitely be able to see more things. After all, people in Sin City will hardly build any houses unless they decide to expand their territory.
The singing soon started again, but this time it suddenly became much softer and melodious when it fell on everyone's ears, just like a shepherd on the grassland.
And this time they didn't fall into that story again, everything became extremely normal, so normal that it was hard to believe.
"Do you feel the difference in this singing?" Han Yu suddenly asked. If he is the only one who can feel all this, then this is a problem. If everyone feels the same, then basically
There won't be anything, and if there is, it will be a very big deal.
"Yes, it's not as scary as the first time I heard it. It's a lot softer." Chu Dayou said slowly. Although he didn't know much about this kind of thing, he could feel the changes in his mood.
My heart was not as fearful as when I first heard it, but more of a warmth.
"I understand." Han Yu nodded. In this case, there should be no problem. You just need to be careful whether this is a human conspiracy. If it is, then nothing will necessarily happen.
After thinking about it, the house appeared in front of them. When they approached, everything changed. The sky turned black, it was raining heavily, the wind was blowing, and there was lightning and thunder.
In the meantime, candlelight flickered in the room, and inside was a warm family of three. That was the ending of the story, but it became the beginning of everything.
Han Yu frowned tightly. I'm afraid this problem is a bit big. Just now it was clear and clear, but now it's like this. At this time, several people also appeared around the house. They didn't look like anything.
There are evil spirits out there, but nine out of ten they are people from Sin City.
"Do you know what's going on?" A scholar-looking person asked. "You must be the ones who just saw the scene, right? Did you find anything?"
Han Yu shook his head and said: "We have just arrived here not long ago and we don't know anything. You must have been here for a long time. Have you never encountered this kind of situation?"
"No, I have lived here for many years and have never encountered such a thing. The spirits here actually sang that song at the same time. But judging from the picture, those spirits should be the things drawn by the young man.