Wang Feng's eyes were a little hesitant, as if he was thinking about something: "What happened to Van Gogh?" ”

Henry Bacon patted him on the shoulder: "It's useless to think so much now......"

"Let's go!" Wang Feng looked at the doorway next to him, and the moment he was concentrating, he suddenly had a wonderful feeling.

There was a force in the darkness of this doorway that was strongly attracting his attention, and there was a certain sense of compulsion, although Wang Feng wanted to turn his head, he found that his neck couldn't move? Even the eyeballs can't move.

I even suddenly started to feel a little irritable, like a person who has a smoking addiction but no smoke around him.

It all happened almost instantaneously. Without the slightest warning, he rushed directly into the darkness in a few steps.

The same goes for Henry Bacon.

Their minds were blank, and they were bent on running to the deepest part of the cave, when a strong wind blew them into the cave after a few steps.

Wang Feng's heart chuckled, his head buzzed, nosebleeds slowly flowed out of his nose, and suddenly a feeling of fear permeated his whole body, and everything returned to normal.

Henry Bacon walked up to him and, without saying a word, dragged him out.

I hadn't walked a few steps when I saw a figure in front of me.

"Anyone?"

Wang Feng's heart suddenly beat faster.

"It's Van Gogh......"

I saw Van Gogh standing there, exuding a very unpleasant smell on his body, and he was covered with scars.

"There's something wrong with Van Gogh's appearance......"

As soon as Henry Bacon's words came out, Wang Feng found that Van Gogh's face was wooden.

"Van Gogh, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Feng hurriedly walked over, but Van Gogh didn't speak, and didn't even look at him as if nothing had anything to do with him.

Wang Feng immediately shook Van Gogh: "You have something to say!" ”

Henry Bacon hurriedly grabbed him: "You shake him like this, sooner or later you will shake him to death......"

He immediately coughed and said to Wang Feng: "Since Van Gogh has been found, let's get out of here quickly!" ”

But it's easy to get in and hard to get out, so how easy is it to get out?

"Kill me......"

Van Gogh suddenly looked at Wang Feng with a cold expression.

"How are you?

Finish? ”

"Are you back to normal?"

Henry Bacon hurried over.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's get out of here."

Wang Feng pulled Van Gogh, but was directly thrown away by Van Gogh.

Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng and then kept retreating, with a frustrated face: "Don't you understand?" It's all because of me...... My painting opened, and another world put these monsters in...... Only when I die can these monsters return to their original world. ”

Van Gogh ...... It's not your fault in the first place. ”

Van Gogh sneered, then shook his head: "If it weren't for my game world and the real world, it wouldn't coincide...... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have suffered so many sins. Only when I die can everything be restored to its original state. ”

Wang Feng had never felt that Van Gogh in front of him was so unfamiliar, as if he was another person.

"We're all going to calm down now, okay? I'll talk about this kind of thing when I get out. ”

Henry Bacon hurriedly spoke, wanting to appease Van Gogh.

"If I don't die, you'll never get out...... The place we are in now is called Kun...... It's a biology museum, and all the monsters you meet are the only ones left...... These guys have all lived on Earth before. ”

"Don't talk about this stuff."

Van Gogh roared directly: "No...... If it weren't for the door I opened, these monsters wouldn't have appeared in this world at all. He looked at Wang Feng with red eyes: "Have you ever been in the dark?" You know what that feels like? The feeling of only one person...... I had turned that feeling into a habit. Until I met you. ”

"I beg you, don't say it."

Wang Feng pleaded with Van Gogh.

"You're my friend...... But I have brought disaster upon you...... Faust, Tesla are all my friends, and they all suffer because of me. ”

Van Gogh wiped his tears: "Do you know what that feels like? I just can't bear the pain...... If. ”

Out of nowhere, he took out a gun and pointed it at his head: "If I disappear...... Maybe not. ”

"No...... Your disappearance only makes us sadder...... Listen to me, put the gun down, and say something. Wang Feng was startled and hurriedly walked towards Van Gogh: "I beg you, think about it for us." ”

"You don't want to come again...... I've figured it out...... Long pain is better than short pain, and instead of letting you be like this, it is better to let me break it myself. I can't control my power now...... You are my hope...... It's also a miracle for me, since I met you, I've only begun to understand what happiness is. It was also because of you that I came out of the darkness. ”

"In that case, you quickly put the gun down."

Henry Bacon looked at Van Gogh and was also a little anxious.

"This is the tomb...... It's my tomb, and I drew everything. I'm sorry...... I just can't cope with this pain. ”

Van Gogh's tone suddenly became gentle: "Wang Feng, am I your friend?" ”

"Yes!"

Wang Feng's tears couldn't stop flowing: "So I beg you not to do this kind of thing again, okay?" ”

"Am I the greatest artist?"

"Right...... You're me...... The Greatest Artist. ”

Wang Feng's voice began to be hoarse: "I beg you to put the gun down." ”

Van Gogh nodded: "I'm satisfied to hear you say that......" He sobbed: "Please tell Faust, and Tesla, it's good to know them." I've figured it all out. ”

"No!"

Wang Feng had already begun to collapse a little: "You put the gun down." ”

"Goodbye, my miracle ......"

Van Gogh smiled and closed his eyes and pulled the trigger of the pistol.

"Bang!"

After a gunshot, he fell straight to the ground.

"No...... Don't do that. Wang Feng rushed over directly and hugged Van Gogh: "You can't ...... like this"

Henry Bacon watched all this silently, and then made a salute: "May God bless you always." ”

Wang Feng finally couldn't control his hysterical crying.

"We said okay...... As a result, why do you ...... Do so. ”

Van Gogh's body had begun to stiffen, and his surroundings shook violently, slowly turning into fragments and floating in the air.

Colorful colors, surrounding him, seem to be the last masterpiece of his life.

With Wang Feng's hysterical cry, the behemoth in the sky slowly disappeared.