"Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, let's get down to business!" Van Gogh looked at Henry Bacon: "Can you take us to the basement to see that door?" ”

"Of course you can...... But let me start by saying that I don't have the talent you say, I'm just an ordinary person. ”

Hearing Henry Bacon's words, Wang Feng was a little surprised: "You didn't activate the talent? ”

"How did you find out about talent?" Van Gogh also asked.

Henry Bacon looked at the two: "This is what Tesla told me. I've said before that I've had a lot of strange things with Tesla, otherwise I wouldn't have known about the existence of cults. ”

"I see......"

Wang Feng suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked Henry Bacon: "How much do you know about the symbol on the stone gate?" ”

Henry Bacon thought for a moment: "Actually, I don't know much, only that it is a symbol of some evil god...... Moreover, the information on this kind of thing itself is very scarce, and it is very difficult to get some information from the book. ”

"Indeed......," Van Gogh felt that Henry Bacon was right, that there were very few books about such things, and that there were not many people who studied the occult themselves.

"Van Gogh once painted a painting...... The picture on it is your butler, and Xiao Hei. Wang Feng felt that since he had confirmed that Henry Bacon was their friend, he should tell her about it.

"I didn't expect you to be so fond of my housekeeper and Xiao Hei...... Hahaha. He watched as the corners of Van Gogh's mouth rose slightly.

"Not what you think...... I was unconscious at the time, and I had a talent for predicting the future and drawing what would happen in the future. Van Gogh was afraid that Henry Bacon had misunderstood and hastened to explain it to him.

"Foresight...... It's funny. Henry Bacon's eyes showed envy.

"Your butler looked ahead in horror, his body was covered in blood, and Xiao Hei lying in front of him had been disemboweled."

Wang Feng and Henry Bacon depict the contents of the painting.

"And this kind of thing...... That is, sooner or later, such a scenario will happen. Henry Bacon looked around: "Where's Blackie?" ”

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

Wang Feng felt that something was wrong.

"Quick! Go to the basement ......"

Henry Bacon hurriedly led the way for Wang Feng and Van Gogh.

The three of them walked around the stairs and went straight to the basement, and as soon as they reached the door of the basement, they heard a scream.

Wang Feng hurriedly turned on the flashlight and shone it over.

At the huge stone gate between them, the butler looked at the three of them with a horrified expression, his body was covered with blood, and his hands were trembling slightly.

And lying in front of him was Xiao Hei, who had been disemboweled.

"Rats...... Those rats...... Hahaha...... Help me! ”

The housekeeper looked at the three of them in confusion, and he couldn't say a word out of his mouth, but instead there were some words. The moment he pronounces it, his throat makes some strange noises, and these noises make people feel weird.

"It's exactly the same as the scene in the painting......" Van Gogh froze and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

"Damn, didn't you stop it?" Wang Feng felt a trace of guilt, because he knew about this kind of thing, but he didn't stop it: "I should have noticed it a long time ago!" ”

Henry Bacon squinted his eyes and frowned: "It's crazy...... he took two steps forward and looked at the already crazy butler: "What happened?" ”

When the butler saw Henry Bacon approaching him, he was even more frightened and cried out: "Don't ...... Just don't come here. ”

Henry Bacon completely ignored the butler's words: "What on earth do you see that makes you so afraid?" "He just wants to know what's going on now.

Wang Feng looked up at the huge stone door, the stone door was covered with patterns, and in the center of the crack in the door, there was a huge eye, this eye was not the same as a human eye, it seemed to contain some kind of magic, which made people feel a little hairy, but they were attracted by it.

"How do I feel like it's not eyes? But a mouth? Van Gogh looked at the pattern on the stone door, and his legs were trembling slightly, completely out of his control.

Henry Bacon sighed and then got up and walked to Van Gogh and the others: "The butler has gone completely crazy...... It's the first time I've ever seen someone scare like this. ”

"This stone gate ......" Wang Feng's attention was all on the stone gate.

"When I first saw this stone gate, I felt a magical power that attracted me." Henry Bacon pointed to the eyes above the door: "Especially that eye, I don't know why, I felt a sense of satisfaction when I first saw him." ”

"That's a nightmare!" Van Gogh's eyes were bloodshot, and his body seemed to fear them, but his soul was drawn to them.

This made Van Gogh very conflicted, and he didn't know why it was suddenly like this.

Not only Van Gogh felt this way, but Wang Feng also felt this way, he resisted this eye and was attracted by it at the same time.

"It's a strange feeling...... I seemed scared, but I didn't want to leave. ”

Henry Bacon looked at Wang Feng: "Why don't I feel this way?" Are you the only one? ”

"No, I feel that way too...... Scared and wanting to get closer. Van Gogh looked at Wang Feng.

Henry Bacon relieved himself only to realize that he was already drenched in sweat.

His legs also began to tremble involuntarily, only to feel dizzy and swollen, and there was even a feeling of turning the river and the sea inside.

"What's going on? Why didn't I feel this way before? ”

Henry Bacon lowered his head, his vision began to blur, and the surrounding scene had even taken place, and the offset began to become illusory.

"Let's ...... away"

Wang Feng roared angrily and told the two of them to leave quickly.

Van Gogh tried to move his body and wanted to leave the basement, but every step was unusually heavy, and at this moment he was already hallucinating, and everything around him began to blur.

"I'm getting a blur of vision right now."

Henry Bacon nodded: "I am too...... And I want to throw up ...... right now."

Wang Feng shook his head: "Oh no, I also started ......"

All three of them all had this symptom.

At this moment, the butler suddenly stood up and looked at the three of them, laughing maniacally.

"Butler?"

Wang Feng rubbed his eyes.

In his eyes, the butler's figure had begun to distort, and his head was covered with horns, and the eye on the book had a strange brilliance that could not be expressed in words.