Great Lord of Calamity’s Reincarnation Chapter 387: Manuscript

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"This gentleman, sorry, this is Mr. Dewen's private studio, not open to the public..."

Just as Fang Xian was about to leave, a group of people came over and a staff member led the way quickly.

"Oh, I'm immersed in great works of art, some are lost... sorry..." Fang Xian apologized politely and turned to leave.

"Roca!"

Stewart and Shala are among this group. They are surrounded by Dewen and seem to have a very pleasant conversation.

"Wait for grade 1, Mr. Dewen, this is the friend I just mentioned and would like to introduce to you a friend-Roca... an outstanding writer."

Shala warmly introduced the two parties.

"Hello, Mr. Rocca."

Dewen smiled and said hello.

"Just call me Roca, Mr. Dewen." Fang Xian had to stop and sigh secretly in his heart.

This Shara and Stewart, go wherever there is anomalies.

"Roka, would you like to visit my private studio?"

Dewen seems to be in low spirits. Only when he talks about work and his own work, his eyes are full of enthusiasm: "The works you have seen before are far from being great..."

"Will it bother you a little?"

Fang Xian turned his head and looked at the door.

Shusha! rustle!

In his ears, there seems to be a sound of worms twisting his body.

Smooth, twisted, disgusting...

It seems that behind this door, there is an indescribable horror.

"No no...I wanted to take my new friends I knew to visit my studio. There were no privacy and precious items, only a semi-finished product."

Don't be reserved.

"That's really an honor... I mean... I can't wait..." Shira covered her lips with both hands and laughed in surprise.

"Haha, please."

De Wen took out a string of brass keys, found one of them, and unlocked the studio door.

A small studio appeared in front of everyone.

The surrounding wooden shelves are filled with carving tools such as plaster, tool hammers, and carving knives.

There are some papers scattered on the ground, covered with lime and other colors of spices, and in the corners, there are some abandoned sculptures.

Most of them are incomplete semi-finished products.

A woman with a broken arm, a man with only half of his face, a child with a funny smile... It suddenly looked like a terrifying atmosphere, as if a pile of broken limbs of a real human being were randomly discarded. Landfill.

"Oh!"

"Is this the sculptor's studio? I think we have something to brag about at our reception..."

Shala and a few women looked at everything around them curiously, and finally looked at the center of the studio.

There is also a sculpture covered with First Layer white cloth.

Fang Xian bowed his head slightly, and seemed to appreciate the white spots on the ground. In fact, his inspiration had been strongly touched.

‘The scary thing behind the door is the semi-finished sculpture covered in white cloth? ’

In his eyes, the First Layer white cloth seems to cover up the endless horror, and thousands of worms seem to be creeping underneath.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to a truly great work of art, although only half finished..."

The spirit of Dewen rose up strangely, grasping the white cloth and gently lifting it away.

What appears in everyone's eyes is a semi-finished portrait of the old man.

The grayish-like stone-like plaster forms the body of the old man’s head, and presents every detail perfectly according to the true ratio of one to one.

The old man’s facial features are deep, with some plaster edges and corners, which are blurry and not fully formed.

But his hair is arrogantly spread, his beard hangs long, with a weird twist, thick lines, like worms.

Overall, this is a weird image with a vague look, beards and hair like worms climbing, wriggling, twisting, and knotting.

The old man’s mouth is wide open, and his tongue has not been carved.

But in the eyes of Fang Xian, the old man’s head seems to come alive, and the unfinished tongue has also become a thick and creepy worm...

"Huge... Worms... Hymn..."

Some strange words have come to his mind.

It seems that as long as another pen is added, a line of poetry can be created on the spot.

‘No way...not here. ’

Fang Xian lowered his head and didn’t look at the stone sculpture. His spirit calmed down a lot: ‘Absolutely supernatural power... But it feels a little different from ‘Flying Bird’...’

"This..."

Facts have proved that it is difficult to accept this work in terms of ordinary people's aesthetics.

Even if it’s just unfinished, some ladies feel a little uncomfortable.

"This work is called-"Worm Man"... It was inspired by some of the manuscripts left by Mr. Cape Pro, the greatest sculptor in history."

Dewen introduces the general truth: "I got some of them, and I got inspired by studying them. What do you think?"

"Is that the ominous Kepler master in his later years?"

An old man obviously has a lot of research on this: "I remember that Master Kapoor's last work did indeed seem to be related to bugs... But it is a pity that in history, after the sculpture of doom was completed It was sealed or destroyed, and the photos were not even published in the newspaper... I still saw some introductions from a gentleman’s private diary... It is said that the work felt great at first glance, and I knew To my own smallness..."

He looked at the semi-finished stone carving, and his expression gradually became obsessed: "It is like this... it is like this..."

‘I found a fool with a drop in sanity. ’

Fang Xian remembered the image of the old man, and when he was ready to go back, he asked for his name and asked the investigator to come to the water meter.

Soon, he noticed that the gaze of the people around him gradually changed from disgust.

With some curiosity and some inquiry.

Maybe it won’t take long for these eyes to turn into fanaticism.

Even Stewart and Shayla have a fascinated expression at this time, like how beautiful the worms that make up hair and beards.

"Cough cough!"

Fang Xian walked in the past~IndoMTL.com~ slammed Stewart: "Stewart!"

"Uh huh? What's wrong? My friend?"

Stewart responded at will, not willing to look away from the sculpture.

"I think we have been disturbing Mr. Wen for too long to affect people's work and exhibitions...especially Shala."

Fang Xian deliberately stimulates the people who care about Stewart.

His psychological assault training this month is not in vain.

"Yeah, and Shara."

Stewart’s eyes finally moved away from the statue, and when she saw the obsessed Shala, a sour taste suddenly appeared in her heart: "We should go, yes, we should leave... No, let me One more look, just one look..."

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