My House of Horrors Chapter 825: Finally, the fourteenth


"You in the painting?" Chen Ge also leaned over. He had seen all the thirteen paintings in the studio, and he still had some impressions of the fourth painting: "You painted this painting?"

Zhou Tu does not speak, his soul seems to be sucked into the painting, his eyes fixed on the canvas.

The fourth oil painting was painted in this oil painting room.

In the upper part, thirteen painters were sitting on chairs to paint. The lower part of the painting was blood red. Thirteen painters died tragically on their seats in different ways of dying.

It should be noted that in the upper part of the painting, the paintings painted by the painters on the drawing board are exactly what they looked like when they died tragically.

These painters already knew their fate, but they did not choose to change, but recorded everything completely.

When Chen Ge first came to the painting studio, he stayed beside this painting for a long time. He did not expect this painting to be created by Zhou Tu.

A closer look reveals that the fourth artist in the painting looks very similar to Zhou Tu.

"Other paintings are trying their best to express an upside-down world, but this painting is the artist himself." Chen Ge didn't bother Zhou Tu, his eyes moved between the painting and Zhou Tu: "What has Zhou Tu experienced? Why are his paintings so different?"

Among the thirteen painters, Zhou Tu came in fourth. He was not the oldest, but he had the most unique perspective.

Different from the appearance of other people when they woke up from memory, Zhou Tu stood beside the easel, nothing changed on him, but the atmosphere in the painting room was changing subtly.

The feeling is indescribable, as if the eyes of the figures in the painting are all open, they are being watched by one after another.

"Why am I suddenly a little cold?" Wang Yicheng shrank his neck and hid behind Zhang Ju. He looked around blankly, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

"Zhou Tu?" Zhang Ju also had a bad feeling, and he tapped Zhou Tu on the shoulder.

The eyelashes blinked, and Zhou Tu's body seemed to freeze. His eyes reflected the entire studio, and there was no blood on his face.

"Am I dead?"

A hoarse voice squeezed out of his lips, and at the same time he spoke, the fourth painter in the scroll suddenly moved.

The painter who was sitting on the chair suddenly threw away the paintbrush in his hand, grabbed his neck with both hands, and kept kicking with his legs, as if he was strangled by an invisible rope.

His eyes bulged out, about to squeeze out of their sockets. He struggled desperately, but his body left the seat little by little.

His head is bloodshot and his expression is distorted, gradually changing to look like himself in the painting.

What is even more terrifying is that in the lower part of the oil painting, the Zhou Tu in the blood-red world slowly showed a smile on his face.

"Zhou Tu! Your neck!" Wang Yicheng pointed at Zhou Tu's neck and shouted loudly.

Zhou Tu standing outside the oil painting, his body is slowly becoming the same as himself in the oil painting, a black and purple mark appears on his neck, and the color of the mark continues to deepen as time goes by .

The neck became deformed, and there was a ticking sound in the ear.

Looking for the voice, Chen Ge found that in the lower half of the fourth oil painting, the Zhou Tu who was locked up in the blood-red world and died tragically, somehow came back to life.

He lies under the canvas covered in blood, his face pressed against the canvas, his mouth is split open, and blood is running down his face.

The raised eyes, across the canvas, stared straight at the Zhou Tu standing outside the oil painting, it seemed to climb out of the oil painting and drag the Zhou Tu outside the painting into it!

"Mr. Bai, do we want to leave with Zhou Tu?"

Tick-tick-tick sounds are increasing, coming from all directions of the classroom!

Turn their heads to look, several members of the Supernatural Research Society found that all the portraits in the entire painting room were abnormal.

The people in the picture are lying on the frame, and they all seem to be ready to come out!

"This didn't happen the last time I came with the shadows, could it be because they sensed Zhou Tu?"

Facts once again proved that Zhou Tu was unusual. Chen Ge signaled other members of the club to approach Zhou Tu. If there was a problem, he immediately forced Zhou Tu to leave.

The blood on the oil painting became bright, red mist escaped, and the **** smell began to appear stronger and stronger.

"The situation is not very good!" Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood beside Zhou Tu, and they found that the blood mist in the room began to gather towards Zhou Tu, like a giant cannibal flower with its mouth open.

"These things want to enter Zhou Tu's body!"

The blood mist avoids other people and sticks to Zhou Tu, gathering more and more.

"Mr. Bai! Can't wait any longer! Let's leave quickly!" Zhu Long reached out and grabbed Zhou Tu's arm in a hurry to prevent Zhou Tu from being completely swallowed by the blood mist.

He had good intentions and wanted to drag Zhou Tu out of the center of the blood mist, but who knew that as soon as he exerted force, the blood mist instantly condensed into a rope with a thick wrist and strangled Zhou Tu's neck, hanging him. in the center of the house.

"Zhou Tu!"

The neck was entangled by the bloodshot condensed rope, Zhou Tu swayed like a pendulum in the house, and he looked exactly like himself in the painting.

He has seen his own death and has recorded his tragic death completely.

"I drew with my own hands what I would look like when I died, I watched myself hanged, I watched myself out of breath..."

The atmosphere in the oil painting room became even more depressing. More and more blood stains flowed out of the oil painting. The people in the painting looked at the Zhou Tu who was hanged in the center of the room, and all fell into a carnival.

“Hanging is different from other methods of death. It is not like piercing the heart with a knife. After a short period of numbness, the body seems to be burned by fire, and the pain spreads from the wound to the whole body. This is a very gentle way of dying. , the strength is drained, the oxygen decreases little by little, the despair increases little by little, you can clearly feel the process of your own death.”

The male voice came from a certain direction in the room, as if from the paintings on the wall, or from the gap between the floor and the wall.

Chen Ge could not determine the location of the voice, but he could judge that the person who spoke in the painting room at this time was the same person who spoke in the toilet on the top floor of the teaching building.

"Don't be afraid of death, I know you will come back. No matter how many times you run away, you are still one of the people here."

The voice seems to be speaking to Zhou Tu, and it cannot capture the position of the owner of the voice. If you listen carefully, you will even find that the voice seems to come from Zhou Tu's own mouth.

"Don't resist, your mission has been completed, sit quietly in your seat and wait for the last artist to enter."

The blood mist shrouded Zhou Tu, his appearance became more and more terrifying, and his body lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When everyone was focusing on Zhou Tu, a fourteenth easel appeared in the painting room at some point.

The escaping blood mist floated to the fourteenth easel, leaving a faint blood red on the smooth as human skin canvas, which looked like a blood-stained skirt from a distance.


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