"The glass behind this painting is ......," Van Gogh felt a little bad when he looked at the painting closely, because it was so weird.

Wang Feng looked at the painting and began to look at it, the oil painting depicted a little boy, he leaned against the window of the castle, and in an inconspicuous corner next to the window Wang Feng really saw a pair of hands.

"I don't feel like a hand, it's more like a claw for something." Wang Feng felt that the hands were extremely twisted, more like the claws of some creature.

"Hmm...... It should be a monster inside this castle. Van Gogh touched the painting behind him: "If this painting was painted by my ancestors...... In other words, it was indeed a monster at the time. And the villagers also knew that there were monsters hidden in this castle. ”

"Do you think there's something wrong with this boy...... How his eyes are black. Wang Feng looked at the little boy's eyes and felt that the whole person began to feel uncomfortable.

Van Gogh touched the little boy's eyes on the oil painting: "I feel that his eyes are too real, but they don't look like paintings." ”

When he touched the little boy's eyeball, he quickly retracted his hand and trembled.

"What's wrong?" Wang Feng was a little puzzled.

The painting on the wall suddenly dropped a piece of paint.

"These balls are real ......"

Van Gogh looked around in horror and crouched on the ground to pick up the fallen piece of paint.

It turned out to be a squished black eyeball.

"Is this blackened with color?" Wang Feng looked at the eyeballs on the Fan hand and asked.

"No...... It's not that it's blackened with paint, it's that the eyeball is inherently black. And the touch of this painting is completely different from the touch of other paintings, this painting is more like using human skin as a canvas. It seems that the things on top are also superimposed, not painted with paint. Van Gogh couldn't help but take a few steps back: "If I'm not mistaken, this painting is made of human corpses." ”

Wang Feng couldn't help but feel his three views explode when he heard Van Gogh's description: "You said that this painting is made of human bodies. ”

"That's right...... I guess it was after dissecting the man, and then flattening the organs and filling them one by one. I said, "Why, at first touch, something feels wrong, not like a canvas, but more like a human corpse......," he said, "He suddenly thought of something and ran down the hallway.

Push open the door, and the paintings in the hallway are scattered around every corner.

"I felt something was wrong with these paintings from the beginning, I felt that they were too real...... Not only that, but I don't think I've ever seen the paint on this painting. Van Gogh reached out and slowly touched the paintings, closing his eyes.

His hands kept shaking, and the expression on his face gradually began to become solemn, as if he had come into contact with something terrifying.

Van Gogh quickly put away his hand and opened his eyes to look at Wang Feng: "These are all made of human corpses." ”

"My goodness, a corpse made into a painting......"

Wang Feng looked at the countless paintings and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat: "This is too terrifying, right?" What the hell happened at that time. ”

"These paintings only use human organs, but where do the skin, flesh and bones go?" Van Gogh began to wonder when he thought of this, and he reached out and touched the frame, and found that it was indeed made of wood.

"Will it be ......?"

The two of them looked at each other and suddenly came to their senses.

"Those monsters need flesh and bones...... Van Gogh looked at his hands, unable to imagine what his ancestors had done.

"So your ancestors killed all those people, and then gave the flesh and bones of the corpses to the monsters, and made paintings of those organs and corpses themselves, and placed them in the corridors." Wang Feng felt terrible when he thought about this, otherwise why didn't he find the missing person at that time?

Who would have thought that the murderer would put those corpses in the corridor for others to see.

"But why did the destruction happen? And just now Henry Bacon said that the people of our family have a curse on them. If you may have that curse on your body, what is it? Van Gogh looked puzzled.

"It's a nightmare...... You do have a curse on you, and every time you see a monster, you are stunned a few times and then lose your mind, sometimes you are delirious, you have nightmares in your mouth, and not only that, but you even speak strange and strange language. This may be the curse. Wang Feng remembered what he had experienced with Van Gogh before, and that kind of abnormality might be the curse that Henry Bacon said.

Although Van Gogh doesn't remember what happened to him, Wang Feng doesn't need to deceive himself because of this kind of thing. And I have discovered the abnormality in my body.

"Two guests ......"

The butler suddenly appeared behind the two.

"Whew...... You scared me to death. Wang Feng was taken aback.

"Excuse me...... The master said that you might need me somewhere, and let me be by your side. The housekeeper hurriedly explained his intention to the two of them.

Van Gogh nodded: "Butler, do you know what those white substances outside the castle are?" Where can I find it? We wanted to check it out. ”

The butler nodded and pointed outside: "That thing is everywhere, if it is run over by a carriage, it will burst and then emit a strong stench...... The juice inside is white and green, and it looks very disgusting. You can see it when you walk out of the castle. ”

Wang Feng and Van Gogh didn't stop and hurriedly ran, preparing to go outside the castle to investigate those white things.

"Wait a minute, you guys are running wrong, it should be this side...... This castle is too big, you certainly don't know the way, I'll take you down. ”

The butler pointed in the opposite direction and yelled at the two of them.

Wang Feng and Van Gogh stopped very awkwardly and then walked back.

"Don't be in such a hurry, those things won't go away...... There will only be more and more, before there were only one or two around the castle, now there are a dozen. The butler walked in front and talked to the two of them about the amount of white stuff.

"What does it feel like to the touch?" Wang Feng hurriedly asked the housekeeper how he felt after touching the white things.

The housekeeper thought for a while: "I don't feel anything, it seems to be full of water, and when you press it, it will spit out, white bubbles...... It feels very soft, and it still moves when you put it in your hand. ”

"It's very soft, and it can ...... move," Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh.

"Of course, there was a villager who brought it home and disappeared within a few days...... And the thing disappeared, except for a particularly large hole in the ground of his house. The butler coughed.