As soon as she heard the word guillotine, Xiaoyin, who was about to stand up, staggered and fainted.
"Death... guillotine?" Xiaolan was also completely shocked.
The Taoist priest glanced at Xiaoyin worriedly. After seeing the fool saying that she was fine, he turned around and said, "There seem to be some plants growing next to the abandoned guillotine. Sometimes they are strange grasses, sometimes they are coquettish flowers. This is the legend.
story."
"Is there such a legend?"
"I've heard this story too," Luo Jiutian nodded. "The flowers beside the guillotine make a living by sucking the blood of sinners. Over time, they become flower demons. The flower demons bewitch and possess the confused people who are not firm in their minds.
For them, help them take revenge. After the possessed person's wish is fulfilled, the soul will be expelled from their original body, and that body will be taken by the flower demon as his own, and the flower demon can no longer be possessed by that small bush.
Plants bind you so you can live a normal life."
After telling 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 send people to eradicate the flower demon? After all, you are a relatively socially responsible organization in the relevant industry."
"Why eradicate people?" Luo Jiutian looked confused. "Being possessed is the path chosen by those people. They decided to sell their souls for revenge. If they don't agree, the flower demon can't possess people casually.
.”
Xiaolan didn't refute anymore, and started thinking about it in her heart.
Although it is just a story, the legend of the flower demon is somewhat similar to the wish-making career of Wang Shen and Wu Ren.
Taking the case of Gu Weidong as an example, was it the use of Wang Shen or his own endless greed that ultimately pushed him to destruction?
In this world, you will reap what you sow.
Your wish will come true, but it is actually just the beautiful veil of death.
After being pinched a few times by the fool, Xiaoyin woke up slowly and rushed over to look at the painting.
Before she could rush to the others, Xiaoyin gasped, pointed at the painting and shouted "Baomu!" After saying that, she rolled her eyes and fainted again.
Xiaolan supported Xiaoyin and looked at the painting from Xiaoyin's position.
Why did Xiaoyin point to the painting and call Baomu's name?
Could it be that...she saw something?
Could it be that...she saw Baomu?
However, the canvas is filled with black and red paint, and there is no human figure at all.
Having said that, there are more or less human beings in the other nine paintings, but in this painting, let alone the flower demon, it is not even popular.
But Xiaoyin did shout at the painting before she fainted.
Xiaolan stood far away and observed the painting.
The picture gradually became familiar.
I don't know if it's an illusion or something else, but this painting slowly turned into a face before my eyes.
The ink-colored outlines and the bright and dark faces gradually overlap.
Sure enough, that's Baomu's facial contour!
When you first saw this painting, was this the composition it looked like?
The hairs all over Xiaolan's body stood up, and she quickly told the Taoist priest and Luo Shi and his son about this matter. The three of them looked at it from the same angle, and they all fell into silence after reading it.
A terrible thought came to mind.
Xiaolan gave the Taoist leader a serious look and met his gloomy eyes directly. Xiaolan knew that the two of them had coincided with each other again.
"Other paintings..."
Several people hurried to the location of other picture frames and observed carefully, but found nothing unusual.
"It seems that only this painting has a problem," Luo Jiutian said and took up his hand, "Nevermind, I'll take it down first."
Without enough time to stop him, Luo Jiutian grabbed both sides of the frame and lifted it up slightly, and the frame easily detached from the wall.
But, it's just a picture frame.
The painting was still clinging to the wall, as if it had grown from the wall.
Luo Jiutian threw away the frame and reached out to uncover the painting. He scratched the edges of the painting a few times with both hands. He turned around and exclaimed, "I can't touch the canvas. This painting is on the wall."
"It's not painted directly on the wall. The wall is uneven, but the painting is very smooth." Xiaolan said.
Luo Jiutian agreed, "And you can't feel the unevenness of the paint."
What's going on?
While I was thinking hard, there suddenly was a noise behind me.
"Hey! Who is it?"
"open!"
"Boom!"
"Shua-shua-"
"Whoosh!"
A black shadow was grabbing Xiaoyin's legs and dragging her aside. The fool's attention was originally on Hua. When he lowered his head to observe the condition of the two injured people, he suddenly spotted the black shadow and made a sudden decision.
Ji Fei kicked him over.
The black shadow flew up, rolled down to the wall, crawled on the ground for a distance like a python, passed directly into a painting, and disappeared.
The fool carried Xiaoyin back to her original position. Seeing that she was not hurt, he lowered his head and looked at Jasmine's wounds, but he had a look of disbelief on his face.
Xiaolan hurriedly ran to 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 holding hands and jumping in a circle. They seem to be playing some game. The background is a dilapidated paradise, with dead leaves on the ground.
There was a full layer of paving, and the seesaws and swings behind the children were mottled and rusty, lifelessly stuck in the middle of the dead leaves, as if they were buried.
The dark shadow penetrated into the painting.
Xiaolan reached out and took off the picture frame. As expected, the painting was the same, growing 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 conveyed by the paintings here seemed to have faded a bit.
Here’s why…
"Their eyes no longer look at us," Xiaolan pointed to the three children. "We discussed when we first came here that the eyes of the people in the paintings here are looking out. Now their eyes have changed.
It’s become natural.”
The fool stayed behind to take care of the two unconscious girls, while the others hurriedly ran to other pictures.
"Everything has changed."
"changed……"
"Same here."
Except for the seventh guillotine, which has no figures, all other paintings have changed.
A slight breeze passed through the corridor, and the night breeze was cool. Xiaolan shivered as she looked at the paintings in front of her.
This is the fifth painting, which depicts the bustling scene of a certain market.
When I first looked at it, dozens of people looked out together in the painting. The scene was truly terrifying.
Now these dozens of people have returned to normal, shouting, buying and selling, everything has returned to normal.
The girl in the first painting lowered her head and looked at the tea cup in her hand.
The face of the little man in the second picture is still unclear, but he seems to be running in the opposite direction.
The two people in the third painting look at each other tenderly.
Everything has changed.
The problem lies in the painting.
Before Xiaolan could make any new moves, something unexpected happened again.