"Everyone who paints has their name hidden on their work......" Van Gogh pointed to one of the paintings: "Vincent. William. Carey ......"

Wang Feng really saw the abbreviation of the English letter in the direction he pointed, which was hidden in the lines drawn, and if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see it at all.

"I also hope it's just me thinking too much...... But it seems that fate has brought me back to this castle again. Van Gogh spread his hands: "The family once told me about these things, saying that around the castle there are often some white substances, as if they are alive, and after trampling them to pieces, they will emit a foul smell......

"Otherwise, wait a minute and ask Mr. Henry Bacon...... "Wang Feng still didn't want to believe it, if this was the case, wouldn't he push himself into the fire pit?"

I thought that the two of them had escaped, but who knew that they had just come out of the tiger's den and entered the wolf's lair.

"Not necessarily, because I'm sure ...... Haven't you heard the sound of gnawing from inside the wall? It was a rat, not a rat to be exact, but an unknown creature. Van Gogh looked at the wall with a solemn face: "It could be those monsters...... Of course, this is nothing more than my guess, but hopefully not true. ”

"Can you think of a better place?" Wang Feng sighed.

Van Gogh shook his head: "It's not that I don't think about the good things...... You've just heard these rumors, and I've said that some of them are true and some of them are false, and then they've been artistically processed to become what they are now...... So I'm sure those things are true, but it's unacceptable. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been passed down as a rumor. He stretched out his hand and stroked the wall: "I can imagine what terrible things happened at that time, it must have been much more terrifying than the monsters we met. ”

Wang Feng patted Van Gogh on the shoulder: "Don't worry, there can be something that stumps the two of us." If you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing in the future, this sentence is not unreasonable......"

Van Gogh smiled slightly: "What you said is also ......"

"Meow~"

The black cat didn't know when it had come to the two of them.

"Have you had a good meal?" Wang Feng squatted down and stroked the black cat.

"Where did this cat come from?" Van Gogh also crouched down and looked at the black cat.

"This is the owner of my family...... You're Mr. Van Gogh! ”

Van Gogh stood up directly, then stretched out his hand.

The butler shook Van Gogh's hand: "I'm the butler here...... You two can tell me directly if there is anything after that. ”

"That's really bothering you."

Van Gogh glanced around: "By the way, has anything strange happened to you living here?" ”

The butler scratched his head, he didn't know why Van Gogh asked: "It's okay, nothing happened, it's just that there are often white things around here that seem to have life." And it smells foul. ”

This made the two of them directly alert.

The black cat suddenly got up, barked, and ran away.

"I'm not going to accompany the two of you yet." The housekeeper hurried to catch up with the black cat.

"Did you hear that?" Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng: "I feel that something bad is about to happen...... Those rumors are absolutely true. ”

Wang Feng stood up, he thought at first that those were just rumors, but when he heard what the housekeeper had just said, he also thought that this matter was true.

Perhaps, as Van Gogh said, this castle hides monsters that the two of them could not imagine.

"So what should we do now?" Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh.

"I don't know......" Van Gogh shook his head, "At least nothing happens now." ”

He went straight back to his room.

Wang Feng followed Van Gogh in.

"Or we will tell Mr. Henry Bacon about this......"

Van Gogh paused, and then stared at Wang Feng: "I feel like it's better not to tell him about this matter yet...... I don't think he'll believe it. ”

Wang Feng thought about it for a while, and this was indeed the case.

The two sat on the bed, while Van Gogh picked up the pen again and waved it on the canvas.

The strong colors made Wang Feng feel the visual impact, and those distorted things seemed to come to life.

"By the way, what the hell is this thing you're drawing?"

Van Gogh did not respond to Wang Feng's question, but concentrated on painting.

Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh only to find that Van Gogh had rolled his eyes at this moment, painting those things like a machine.

Van Gogh ...... What happened to you? ”

Wang Feng touched Van Gogh, but Van Gogh did not stop but became more obsessed.

As time passed, the thing on the canvas finally appeared in front of Wang Feng, and it turned out to be the butler he had just seen, and in the painting, he was actually squatting on the ground, his mouth and hands were covered with blood.

The black cat was lying on the ground, its entrails had been hollowed out and blood was pouring all over the ground, and the butler looked ahead in horror, as if he had been stimulated by something.

Van Gogh suddenly came back to his senses and looked at the painting in front of him, looking at Wang Feng with a frightened face: "What did I do?" ”

Wang Feng looked at Van Gogh with a puzzled expression: "Don't you know what happened to you just now?" ”

"I don't know...... And I wasn't going to paint this picture, I didn't know what was going on, so I drew it. Van Gogh's hands trembled slightly.

"I've just called you several times, and you didn't respond to me, and your eyes were white when you painted this picture." Wang Feng looked at the painting on the hand of the Van hand: "You said that when a gamer enters the game again, he will activate the second talent, just like Faust...... With that said, you've also activated the second talent. ”

"But what is my second talent?"

Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng: "What does it have to do with this painting?" ”

Wang Feng remembered the paintings painted by Van Gogh before and fell into deep thought: "The painting you painted on the boat before has not been painted long before what you described in the painting happened...... This is certainly not a coincidence...... In that town, you lost consciousness and wrote the word nightmare on the wall, but in an instant those two words formed a line and became a painting, which was what happened yesterday. ”

"You're saying that my paintings can predict the future......"

The two looked at each other.

"If that's the case...... Then this painting will eventually become a reality! In other words, something terrible happened to the housekeeper and ate the cat......" Van Gogh suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and he only felt as if something was looking at him behind him.

Wang Feng looked at the content on the painting and nodded: "It seems...... That's right. ”