Those small pustules, constantly expanding, exploded in an instant when they grew to a certain extent, and the milky white liquid with a trace of fishy smell spread all over his body.

The little pink bug seemed to be unusually excited, and lay on its stomach at the point where the pustule exploded, constantly sucking the white liquid.

The scene looked a little disgusting, Wang Feng was already surrounded by insects and turned into a sphere.

He only felt a strange itch all over his body, but he couldn't do anything.

The ticking sound came again.

Wang Feng opened his eyes again and found that he was lying on the ground, and everything around him was gone.

And behind him there was only a trail of water.

"Looks like you're back from that place...... But honestly, you kid has a big life. A man with a beard saw that he was awake, came over and smiled slightly, took out a chocolate bar from his bag, and handed it to Wang Feng: "Do you want to eat?" ”

"I'm ...... What's wrong? Wang Feng wiped the sweat on his forehead with a suspicious face, could it be that everything just happened? It's just a dream, but it's too real, isn't it?

"You've been attacked by that monster and you've gone into a dream." The man clapped his hands and squatted down: "Do you know the sirens? ”

"Sirens?"

Wang Feng shook his head, looked at the man, and asked again, "Who are you?" ”

Van Gogh ...... is a painter. Van Gogh smiled bitterly and looked lonely, but in an instant he returned to normal.

"Brahman...... Van Gogh! ”

Wang Feng didn't expect that the man in front of him turned out to be the famous Van Gogh, and rubbed his eyes, unable to believe it.

Van Gogh saw Wang Feng's expression as if he knew himself: "Could it be that you know me?" ”

"Nonsense! Who doesn't know Van Gogh's name? ”

Wang Feng thought that this was not in the game, and he didn't say what was in his heart, but nodded: "I know." ”

"Who knows a madman? Must be kidding me...... That monster you meet is called the Siren Banshee! In mythology, she is portrayed as a Siren with a human face and a bird's body, flying on the sea, with a heavenly singing voice, often luring passing sailors and causing the ship to run aground and sink, and the crew becomes the belly of the siren. She is the daughter of the river god Ekrous and is a beautiful goblin born from his blood. Because of the defeat in the music competition with the Muse, the Muse plucked his wings, making it unable to fly. Having lost their wings, the sirens had to cruise near the coastline, sometimes transforming into mermaids, using their musical talents to lure passing sailors to their destruction. Van Gogh explained, stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Feng up: "I haven't asked your name yet?" What's your name? ”

"Wang Feng! How could there be such a monster as a sirens in the sewers? Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh and hoped he could tell him the answer.

Van Gogh pointed around, but his eyes were fixed on Wang Feng's unusually seriousness.

"Nothing is impossible in this world, Wang Feng, although I don't know why you came here, what happened to Arkham, you should have seen it, I just came to Arkham to investigate this matter, but an accident caused a bigger disaster, it can be said that everything started because of me."

"What the hell is going on? Can you tell me everything? Wang Feng didn't expect that all this that happened was related to Van Gogh.

"Can you see the monster?"

was asked by Van Gogh like this, and Wang Feng was even more confused by the second monk.

"What monster?"

"Our family is born with the ability to see things that others can't, so let's tell you! This world is connected to countless worlds, but there is a transparent wall between each world and each world...... This also avoids species from other worlds coming to our world. Van Gogh took a deep breath: "For humans, we can't see this wall, but for species from other worlds, they can see this wall, and because of this, they are watching us all the time." And seek a way to open this wall, come into the world, and feast on it. ”

"The wall? Can you see things that others can't? ”

Wang Feng remembered something, and then looked Van Gogh up and down, his painting talent was unusually high, but he was mentally ill by the people at that time, because his behavior was different from normal people.

Perhaps it was the jealous genius who passed away forever in 1890, but his work was later discovered and regarded as one of the greatest painters.

"Could it be because of this ability that Van Gogh was regarded as a madman by others and imprisoned in a mental hospital?"

Thinking of the previous things, Wang Feng felt that his guess was right, because these monsters couldn't be understood in front of ordinary people, not to mention that Van Gogh could see them.

"Monsters like the ones that appeared in our previous myths are actually creatures from another world, the so-called heaven and hell, but they are all blocked from the outside by this invisible wall. But occasionally the world will play a little joke on us and open the passage between the two worlds. Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng with some excitement and held his hands tightly: "I want to tell everyone that monsters exist, but they treat me as a psychopath......"

"One day I noticed that the wall was slowly disappearing, and those monsters had entered our world, and I was trying to escape from them. But with great power comes great responsibility, and I also find that the paintings I draw are the entrance to another world, and the walls of this world have not disappeared. So I started capturing these monsters, but my actions only made people think I was sick...... During this time, I was looking for like-minded teammates, but I never found them until I met you. ”

Van Gogh's joy was all on his face, and there was no reservation.

He had always thought that he was alone, and now that he had finally found his companion, he believed that Wang Feng would definitely be able to see those monsters as well.

"I believe you ......"

Wang Feng suddenly remembered the painting he had seen in the deceased's room before.

"Could it be that the painting was also painted by Van Gogh? No, I'll have to ask. ”

He cleared his throat and looked at Van Gogh: "I saw a painting before, and there was a worm in it, was that painting by you?" ”

If it was really Van Gogh's painting, then why did Arkham become like this?

Van Gogh nodded: "That's the painting I painted, but the insects in it are not painted by me." It's what it is, and I'm just sealing it inside. ”