Su Xiaozhou's heart twitched, "This is ...... Your dad's drawings? ”

"Some are, mostly my own." Mo Mo replied seriously, and pressed the thick pile again.

After thinking about it, he said, "Over the years, my dad has become a little strange. I often closed my door, and the paintings I drew for a few days and nights turned around and asked me to take them to light the fire. He also often complains to himself, people like us should not have the unrealistic desire to become an upright painter, even if he paints until death, he will not have a bright future. Sometimes, when he found out that I was secretly drawing, he would lose his temper and lock himself in his room, without eating or drinking...... My mother said he was just angry with himself. I don't want him to be angry, but I can't bear to paint them...... So I hid all my favorites. ”

"Good boy—"

Su Xiaozhou rubbed his forehead, "You drew very well, don't give up." Learn from Sister Lanyan, and we'll send you to the painting pavilion of Jixian Academy in the future. ”

"Really?!" Mo Mo's eyes flashed wide, "Sister, do you really think I draw well?"

"Of course!" Su Xiaozhou was unequivocal, just from the simple portrait, he knew that he was a very talented child.

When she opened a sketch, she was still taken aback, "This painting...... Did you draw it? ”

Painting the long streets and lanes, the lanterns are numerous, and the full colors seem to burst out from the heart; Pedestrians are crowded and lifelike, and the fireworks and noise of the market are vividly displayed.

"It's full of dreams, how gorgeous." She couldn't help but mutter.

"This is the old year's Shangyuan Lantern Festival!"

The painting was appreciated, and Momo suddenly came to his senses, and he couldn't wait to introduce it, "This one is not the best." This year, I also painted the return of spring to Yanlai, the ferry belief, and the twilight of the city ......"

He chattered and introduced them one by one, but naturally skipped one, and Su Xiaozhou knew that it was a painting by his father Wu Fenglin.

When she pulled it out and spread it out, she immediately felt chills all over her body.

This is...... What the?!

The cold background of the jet black forest, the cascading blurred terraces, the only thing that is clear is the cold black boulder and the blood on it.

It appears to be an execution site, but there are no prisoners or executioners. Everything was stagnant, cold, and sorcering, and the only thing that flowed was blood, almost spilling out of the paper with the color of blood and the cold bloody gas.

A few years ago, she was "lucky" to see a torture and the horrific scene was immediately awakened by the painting. She was a little sickened, and the terrible wail of that day sounded in her ears.

This painting is terrifying!

Death is not enough to be the end of this fear.

No, the vague platform behind it is not the lowest level, and there are several floors in the depths of the fog below...... One...... Two...... Three...... There are a total of 18 floors.

……

This is, hell!

"This is 'Hell', my father drew it." Mo Mo leaned into her ear and said.

Su Xiaozhou shuddered.

"Hell of Punishment" - the fifteenth layer of hell, gravediggers will be beaten into this place after death and sentenced to Ling Chi.

Poetry and songs, calligraphy and painting music, can convey emotions so vividly, it is not just a skill.

"Your dad is a genius!" She praised.

Mo Mo nodded excitedly, "It's a pity that he only drew a few pictures over and over again." There are eighteen levels of hell, and it would be nice if they could be combined into an atlas. ”

"What else did he paint?" Although he was afraid, Su Xiaozhou still didn't want to miss the masterpiece.

"And this one...... This ......"

Mo Mo carefully rummaged through it and pulled out a few other drawings, "Eleventh Layer: Skinning Hell; Seventh Layer: Knife Mountain Hell; There is also a fourth layer: the Mirror Hell. Nothing else. ”

……

The fourth layer, the Mirror Hell of Evil, all those who go through the way and cross the sea in concealment will enter this place after death, look at the mirror of evil, convict them, and then go to other hells to be punished.

The seventh layer, the Knife Mountain Hell, all those who kill living beings, after death, enter this place, climb the Knife Mountain naked every day, and the cycle repeats until they atone for their sins.

The eleventh level is the skinning hell, where those who take fur for a living and killing have a heavy karma, enter this place after death, skin them alive, and re-peel them again until their karma disappears.

Su Xiaozhou breathed a sigh of relief, digging graves, killing, and going to the door, all of which were related to Wu Fenglin himself, it should be the demon that had tormented him for a long time, no wonder he could show his fear of hell so clearly.

But, skinning hell? He doesn't hunt and skin animals for a living, so why bother him?

Unexpectedly, I opened the sketch of "Skinning Hell", and unexpectedly, it was completely different from the previous one, the background was no longer black, and there was no bloody scene.

The entire sketch is clean and clear, and it can be seen from the curved dome at the very end that it is a scene in a cave.

In the center of the cave is a pool of turquoise water, and next to it is a stone bed covered with a thick velvet blanket. On the stone bed, there was a sleeping woman with her eyes closed, and a person in a black robe kneeling beside her, but her back could not see her face clearly. The man held a short knife in his right hand and was slashing the woman's forehead; His left hand was on his chest, as if he was holding something, and it was also blocked from seeing the details.

In the whole painting, the only thing that can be considered terrifying is that in the corner of the side, a human figure wrapped like a silkworm chrysalis sits horizontally. It was supposed to be a corpse, mottled blood stains clearly visible on the white shroud.

It is true that it is also a scene of death, but this "skinning hell" and "punishment hell" give people a completely different feeling. What's even more strange is that hell is a place to be trampled on, and it would never dispose of a corpse so solemnly. What's more, the souls of the dead who have been sent to hell will not have the so-called "corpse" after being tortured.

Suspicious, she immediately flipped through several other drawings of hell. Sure enough, in addition to this "Skinning Hell", the seventh layer of "Daoshan Hell" and the fourth layer of "Evil Mirror Hell" can be the same as the previous "Punishment Hell", using different hell scenes to convey the most extreme fear in the artist's heart.

This one is not a picture of hell, but a different scene.

Thinking about it this way, Han Cong was born from his heart, if the painting is not a fictional scene, then ...... It is a record of a real murder.

What is the identity of the black-robed man in the painting?

Why did he kill?

What does he have to do with Wu Fenglin?

……

These are not impossible to find, the pattern on the murderer's black robe is very special, the details of the white cloth shroud are very clear, and the outline of the velvet blanket is also very clear.

"Can you lend me this painting?"

"Of course, but sister, you have to be careful. This is the last 'skinning hell', and the rest was burned by my dad. ”

"Well, don't worry, it will be returned to you in good condition."

Su Xiaozhou folded the sketch again and carefully put it into his cuff.

Just as she was about to take Momo away, she suddenly heard an unfamiliar cough from the outer room, and she immediately alertly pulled Momo to the back of the couch and hid.