Grudge Chapter 213: Comic Room

　　 Chen Lu was forcibly squeezed out of the comic again. This time, the entire comic was scratched by Sadako and Kayako, and all the comics were damaged.

　　 This few cartoons was completely destroyed, and Chen Lu also heard the anger coming from the deepest part of the corridor.

　　 Is anyone in there? !

The comics around 　　 also don’t have the ability to trust people to enter the comics, only the ordinary comics are left.

　　 Chen Lu quickened his pace, and finally, after walking for a long time, he saw a door in front with many graffiti painted on it, and the culprit of all this-the cartoonist should be inside.

　　 Chen Lu stood in front of the door. Without hesitation, he pushed the door and walked in.

　　 A dimly yellow desk lamp illuminates the environment in the room. It is depressed, humid, and bored. It is the main theme of this room. In front of him, there is a rickety otaku with a lot of swimming rings on his stomach, and his hands are still constantly I drew a picture, and every time I finished drawing, a cartoon flew out. It seemed to be a human head. The human head was constantly refreshed, with expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. The facial features were gradually refined, constantly Add details.

　　 Is this a cartoonist?

　　 Chen Lu walked into the room, the door made a "creaking" sound, and it slammed shut, closing the room completely.

　　 Even though Chen Lu had already walked into the room, the "cartoonist" in front of him still did not do anything, and was still immersed in his own comic world.

　　 And his back is soaked with sweat, it seems to have been drawing for a long time, and he is very tired.

　　 It is reasonable to say that now is Chen Lu's best opportunity to take a shot, but he was stunned for a long time, but after all, he did not take a shot.

　　 This person is a little strange...This is his first instinct.

　　 Although this person is exuding a ghost, it seems that the root is in the pen in his hand, not himself.

　　Who is he?

　　 Chen Lu's ghost hand gradually withdrew. He looked at the fat man in front of him. Although this action was very risky, he still felt to turn to him to see who he was.

　　 Chen Lu stepped towards this "cartoonist" step by step, until he saw his profile and his front face...

　　 The person holding the paintbrush in front of him was looking at the drawing paper in front of him with a look of horror. His tears could not stop streaming down, hitting the paper, but his body never stopped and he was drawing. , Constantly drawing the same head.

　　 drew his own head.

　　 This person... is the friend of Zhang Yang, the first victim who died... the fat man sucked into the painting.

　　His chin is trying hard to reach Chen Lu, but his eyes are fixed, and he keeps staring at his hands tightly, he tries his best to turn his body to Chen Lu, just want to say a word :

　　 "Help me."

　　He doesn't want to die.

　　The cartoonist put the fat man in front of him, so that he was looking for death here, either by Chen Lu's palm piercing his body, or drawing the curse to recover.

　　Chen Lu certainly wouldn't watch the fat man die, his ghostly spirit erupted, his ghost eyes suddenly recovered, and the black light leaned toward the fat man.

　　 "Zizizi..."

　　The black light shone on the fat man. Chen Lu originally thought this was helping the fat man, but in fact it did bring the fat man closer to death.

　　 I saw a burst of black air from his body, a painful look on his face, tears could not stop streaming down, the whole body was shaking, his mouth roared and made a painful sound, the whole room was shaken.

　　 But his hands are still moving, he is still drawing.

　　 Chen Lu understands that the curse expelling him now pushes him to death, and hastily stopped, but now it doesn't help.

　　 Fatty's whole body began to evaporate, and the whole body burst into black air. Instead of flying upward, the black air found the right direction and drilled towards the portrait on the ground.

　　 The fat man keeps evaporating, and keeps getting into every portrait. Now every painting is him, except that he is no longer him.

　　 Fatty disappeared.

　　Only a black pen was left on the table. The pen was ordinary but terrible.

　　 Fatty died early in the morning. When he picked up the pen and began to draw his own comic portrait, he would not be absorbed by this pen all the time. When Chen Lu arrived, he thought he was still Alive, but actually just an empty shell.

　　 Maybe if Chen Lu doesn't come, then he will live forever in this small room, painting his own portrait all the time, and cannot survive or die.

　　 Chen Lu looked at a portrait on the ground with cold eyes.

　　Ordinary people are so weak and sad in front of the ghost, making him clenched his fists unconsciously.

　　 The pen on the table trembled slightly. It was obvious that no one was holding this pen, but the pen stood up by itself and began to paint on white paper. He was drawing very fast, and Chen Lu couldn’t even stop him. Like a printer, he draws a complete picture from top to bottom, and the person in this painting is no stranger to Chen Lu.

　　 This is his headshot.

　　 His face was expressionless, looking at Chen Lu like a dead thing.

　　 A suction force was uploaded from this piece of paper, Chen Lu’s soul seemed to be sucked out. Once Chen Lu was sucked into the paper, his fate would be like a fat man, completely becoming a piece of white. paper.

　　 "Huh."

　　 Chen Lu snorted coldly, his left eye swelled, and the monstrous black light fell straight on the white paper. The white paper painted on him instantly began to burn and burned into nothingness.

　　 But the cartoonist’s attack did not end.

　　 "Wow, wow."

　　 A gust of wind blew by, the stacks of paper in the room were raised, and even a horrified self-portrait with a fat man flew up. The entire room was occupied by self-portraits, and each self-portrait was painted by a person. expression.

　　 These are different victims... and the number is definitely not only the existing victims, but the dead people he brought from another world.

　　 or... the living dead.

　　Because the people on every piece of drawing paper are very vivid~IndoMTL.com~ They either cry, struggle, or resent, whispering, cry for help from the drawing paper, and all tell With Chen Lu.

　　 They are all alive...none of them died.

　　"Help me...Help me!"

　　 "Let me out, let me out!"

　　 "Don't kill me, you bad guy, don't kill me!"

　　 A cartoonist needs the soul of a character to make everyone alive, so he imprisoned everyone’s soul, neither man nor ghost, neither life nor death.

　　 Chen Lu listened to the irritable voice, frowned, grabbed a piece of paper, and crushed it in one hand. The pale ghost hands directly evaporated the whole piece of paper.

　　 Just after Chen Lu “dead” a piece of paper, the surrounding ghosts screamed like an explosion.

　　 "Ah!!!"

　　"He is killing, he is killing!!!"

　　 "He is the devil, he is the devil!"

　　 Numerous scoldings and scolding fell in Chen Lu's ears. They completely forgot. It was the cartoonist who killed them, not Chen Lu.

　　 Chen Lu's body was stagnant, as if he was really affected.

　　 But the next moment, he raised his head, his eyes calm.

　　 "Do you really think this will affect me?"

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