Chapter Twenty-Seven: Strange Portraits

The corners of Lu Shaozhen's mouth unconsciously showed a smile, this scene when he first met Yun Daixi was vivid, although he didn't know that this woman would be so important in his life at the time, but now in retrospect, the scene at that time was like a yellowed old photo plated with ancient gold, shining in his memory.

After avenging Applejack that day, Lu Shaozhen threw the steel pipe on the ground and staggered out of the alley, although he already knew the consequences he was going to face before he started, but when he was about to face it, he still couldn't help but feel uncontrollable sadness in his heart.

You must know that he is still just a student with little social experience, and even if the future is not as bright as those scholars, at least he has his own happiness, but now all this will be a thing of the past, and going to prison is his inevitable end.

In the process of walking, he had already thought of how sad it would be for his grandfather to know if he was still alive, his old man had not enjoyed any happiness in his life, and he had such an unworthy grandson, it was really the same as happy people, and unfortunate people had their own misfortunes.

Passers-by looked at Lu Shaozhen with strange eyes.

The chirping of cicadas in this summer was monotonous in Lu Shaozhen's ears, just like the sun that went straight and relentlessly scorched the earth, casting a narrow shadow on Lu Shaozhen's eyelashes.

……

In an instant, the memory stored in the depths of his heart surged into Lu Shaozhen's mind, irrigated in the dazzling white light that rushed to his face, which made the crystal colloidal layer on Lu Shaozhen's pupils tremble in a trance suddenly stimulated by the strong light.

This memory of the first encounter with Yun Daixi, whether happy or sad, has been given a new meaning in the long river of time. Lu Shaozhen felt that the pain caused by the fall in his body was gradually fading, and the past gave him inexplicable strength, and at this moment, the water ** melted to achieve a faith-like effect that made people worship.

Finally, Lu Shaozhen was swallowed by the white light, he was illuminated by the strong light and had to block his eyes with his arms, and in the whirlwind of the world, he suddenly felt that his body suddenly fell into a space, without the restraint of the pipe, Lu Shaozhen finally felt a little comfortable, but before he had time to enjoy this sudden feeling of enlightenment, he fell heavily to the ground with an iron fence.

"Bang!"

Lu Shaozhen let out a painful **, the concussion of his internal organs made his body worse, even if his body not only eliminated the damage caused by excessive soot under Hongjun's healing, but also healed all aspects of his functions to the peak, but how could he bear that he was an ordinary person, even if his body was at its peak, he still looked weak under Wei Yuan's stormy attack.

He came to a new environment and should have worried about his situation, after all, the designers of this cataclysm game were designed to brutally kill, but he didn't have the ability to observe for the time being, his chest was stuffy as if a boulder was pressing, and his hot temples were beating with his hot pulse.

Lu Shaozhen was forced to be in pain, he curled up his body into a ball, and after a few breaths, he tried to open his eyes after feeling that he was able to move up and down his body a little.

The retina is shrouded in blood light, which is a kind of blood light, as if it is the eerie and bloody tone in the movie, shrouding Lu Shaozhen's everything she sees and hears with awe-inspiring evil intent.

Probably hit by Wei Yuan's fist, right? The cheekbones hurt so badly that they won't break bones, right? If your cheekbones are broken, you will be broken from now on, right? And your own eyeballs, are you really okay? Is there really no danger of blindness?

Everything in the room is a little blurry, it is this ambiguity that causes an indescribable sense of alienation, the source of people's fear is speculation about the unknown, Lu Shaozhen naturally can't escape the trap of this person's normal feelings, the fear in his heart is like pouring a basin of oil on a fire, and the chill of the skull roars in his soul, and his whole body trembles a little.

Why? Why is this happening?

Lu Shaozhen trembled and propped himself up with his hands, and he looked at the wall in front of him.

There is a delicate frame hanging on the wall, and it is strange that this frame is not solid, on the contrary, the frame is twisted like the lines show an unnatural shaking, that is, the original straight line becomes a curve that constantly bends in different directions, and this change is irregular.

However, if only that's it, because nervous fatigue can cause abnormal distortion of vision, which is understandable, but what about the characters in the frame!

Lu Shaozhen suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand up, and the creepy feeling spread through his whole body like electricity. I saw a portrait of a man's upper body in the frame, I don't know what the reason is, the man's face seems to be composed of thick plasma, constantly flowing down with elongated blood droplets, the most strange thing is that such blood droplets do not affect the image of the character, what does this mean, this shows that the blood plasma will naturally disappear when it flows to the outline of the figure, and at the same time, the blood droplets on the forehead will appear out of thin air and then flow downward, so as to achieve a kind of circulation.

The man's face was showing a slow transition, as if it was a change of mood, and Lu Shaozhen spent it in a creepy torment, watching the portrait change in an extreme direction.

This dynamic process is long, but Lu Shaozhen chooses to endure fear rather than hysterical venting because he understands the responsibility on his shoulders when he enters the game of holocastly, his sister Lu Shaobing is in a stage of uncertainty about life and death, and what he has experienced is precisely the only way to track her tracks.

But in any case, something beyond cognition and common sense will cause strong discomfort, Lu Shaozhen's mouth gradually opened at this moment, her eyelids slowly opened, and a large number of whites of her eyes were exposed.

The whites of his eyes could no longer be called whites, because the congestion made his eyeballs bloodshot, so that his eyeballs were as if they were soaked in a drop of ink on a red jade bead, which was terrifying.

However, what was even more shocking was the picture Lu Shaozhen saw, he swore that any horror movie he had ever seen had not been so real, the eyes of the man in the portrait gradually hollowed out, dark and refracted a hellish color, and at the same time, his facial expression developed in an extremely hideous direction, his mouth was elongated as if his chin had fallen off, and his fine fangs were hung with pearl-like minced flesh.