These arms merged with the darkness, Wang Feng was in the darkness, there was no way to see the dummy's body, these arms were like tentacles extending out of the darkness.

Now the biggest enemy of the two is the darkness, although I don't know what these dummies want to do, but there is no threat to the two of them for the time being.

"I hate darkness,......" Van Gogh sighed, then stopped and looked behind him: "These guys are just appearances. ”

Wang Feng doesn't think so: "Maybe they're just waiting for the opportunity." An excellent hunter with plenty of patience. ”

Van Gogh shook his shoulders and walked forward: "Maybe! ”

Wang Feng lay on Van Gogh's back and gave Van Gogh a flashlight.

The two of them walked for an unknown amount of time before they finally reached a door.

"Finally able to get out of this hellish place." Van Gogh complained, quickly opened the door, and quickly ran out.

Wang Feng casually closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

The room wasn't huge, but it was full of stuff.

Van Gogh put Wang Feng down, then sat on the ground and wiped the sweat from his face.

Wang Feng took the flashlight and looked at the things on the table, and turned his head to look at Van Gogh: "This is the place where the props are placed." ”

"That's a lot of stuff...... Van Gogh looked around and said again, "It should be a large theater company." ”

"Bang ......"

Wang Feng directly tripped over the bucket and fell to the ground, and most of his clothes were already wet.

"What's wrong!" Van Gogh quickly got up and walked over to check the situation.

"I don't know who put the bucket here, I didn't pay attention at the time, and I just tripped over it." Wang Feng stood up in embarrassment, took off his clothes, and wrung out the water.

"You are still sick, and taking off your clothes will only make you more uncomfortable......" Van Gogh hurriedly picked up a black costume and handed it to Wang Feng: "Put this on first!" ”

Wang Feng didn't think much about it and hurriedly put it on.

He put the flashlight on the ground and looked at it for a long time without understanding how to wear it.

Van Gogh hurriedly walked over, tossed around, and then put his clothes on Wang Feng's body.

Wang Feng vaguely felt that something was wrong, and when he looked down and saw that this was a black dress, when he saw Van Gogh's sinister face, he instantly understood that this kid was definitely deliberate.

"You actually gave me women's clothes?"

Van Gogh looked innocent: "What you said is not right, there is only this dress in this room." I'm afraid you'll catch a cold...... Why do you bite Lu Dongbin and don't know the good heart? ”

Wang Feng snorted coldly: "You are a dog!" ”

"Wait...... Don't move......" Van Gogh hurriedly asked Wang Feng not to move, and then lay on the ground and watched for a while.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Feng was naturally a little puzzled and a little curious, so he asked.

Van Gogh took out a pen and then took out another piece of paper and drew it at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng also saw that this old boy originally wanted to paint, and he also maintained that posture.

After almost an hour, Van Gogh put down his pen: "Finished ......"

He handed the painting to Wang Feng: "How is it?" Isn't it pretty? ”

Wang Feng glared: "What kind of bad taste are you?" ”

On the paper, a woman in a black dress stands in a field of flowers, and in the distance is a castle, the overall color is a little gray, except for the castle behind her, like a beam of light in the darkness.

"It's good-looking, but isn't it a little depressing?" Wang Feng handed the painting back to Van Gogh, feeling that the painting was a little depressing.

Van Gogh just laughed whenever something happened: "You know a......"

Wang Feng was obviously a little unhappy: "Obviously, it is!" Don't deny it. You used a lot of dark tones for this painting, except for the castle behind you, which had some light sources, and everything else was black...... The whole picture made me feel depressed. ”

Van Gogh nodded: "What should I say?" I deliberately drew it like this......"

Wang Feng hurriedly took off his clothes and changed into his own clothes before.

"What are you doing here? ...... will catch a cold," Van Gogh hurriedly stopped.

Wang Feng glanced at Van Gogh with bad intentions: "You can pull it down!" Hurry up and pack your things...... Let's go! ”

Van Gogh hugged him directly with a smile: "You guy, you look good in women's clothes." ”

"Where the hell did you get your bad taste? I thought you came from the back mountain. Wang Feng put aside the props piled up at the back door and opened the back door casually.

Van Gogh packed up his things and followed: "You know what art comes from life, you don't understand art." ”

"Do you know art or not?"

The back door was connected to a staircase, and Wang Feng opened the way in front and walked up slowly.

Van Gogh looked at the staircase and felt a little uneasy: "You can't suddenly have a monster popping up, right?" ”

"I beg you to say less! It's not good to say something, just say such unlucky words, how can you meet a monster? You're so happy! ”

Van Gogh felt innocent: "I'm just telling the truth, usually a monster pops up in this kind of scene." ”

Wang Feng was so arrogant by Van Gogh that he was a little scared in his heart.

"It's already like this, so stop joking." Wang Feng complained, and then opened the door at the end of the stairs.

This room is a lot bigger than the room below, and not only that, but it also looks much more high-end.

"What is this room for?" Wang Feng felt that Van Gogh should know, so he hurriedly asked him.

Van Gogh looked around: "This should be the lounge for those actors." ”

Wang Feng sat directly on the sofa: "No, I have to rest." ”

Van Gogh saw some candy on the table and quickly picked it up and ate a little.

"It's good that this place has some food, otherwise I would have starved to death."

He hurriedly handed Wang Feng a piece of candy: "Eat a piece of sugar!" Replenish the calories. ”

Wang Feng took the candy and put it in his mouth, only to feel that the sugar was getting bigger and bigger the more he ate, and something was obviously wrong, so he quickly spit it out on his hand.

An eyeball covered with saliva was lying quietly on Wang Feng's hand, Wang Feng was startled and quickly threw the eyeball in his hand out.

"You don't eat good sugar, why do you throw it?"

Van Gogh hurriedly walked over.

"No, are you sure what you gave me was sugar, why did you spit out eyeballs?"

Wang Feng was still in a trance, and he felt sick to his stomach when he thought of what he had just eaten.

Van Gogh squatted down and took the candy that Wang Feng spit out in his hand: "Are you wrong?" How could it be an eyeball? This is obviously sugar ......" After speaking, he opened his mouth to let Wang Feng see the sugar cube in his mouth.

But in Wang Feng's eyes, Van Gogh's mouth was not a sugar cube, but an eyeball......