"Big brother really...... Haven't seen it or heard of it?" the boy wanted to make sure again.

Mo Shuang looked at the young man's innocent and different gaze, decided not to hide it anymore, and slowly said at the moment: "No." ”

The young man looked at Mo Shuang for a while and said, "Did the eldest brother just enter the world?"

Mo Shuang was stunned, thinking, why haven't you seen or heard of this thorn, just look at it at a glance before entering the WTO?

However, he still nodded lightly, looked at the little boy, and quietly waited for the boy's follow-up words.

The young man looked at the ink cream for a while, and thought about what he was seeing and hearing outside the room of the talented woman, and the handsome and upright man in front of him seemed to be a person who was still ignorant of the affairs of men and women, and suddenly his mood became complicated. After all, there are too many people in this world who have bad intentions for their own race, what if after saying it, the people in front of them are like those beasts outside, plotting against them?

The young man thought for a moment, and finally made up his mind, looked up at the man waiting quietly in front of him, blinked his bright eyes and said, "Big brother, you ...... Can you come with me somewhere? It's in this hole. ”

Moshuang waited for a long time to say such a sentence, and was a little disappointed, but still agreed.

When the two of them encountered a fork in the road again, the boy did not take out the yellow silk to check the information on it, but turned left and right on the familiar road. Moments later, the two stopped in front of an iron gate.

The boy took out the keychain of Shicai, familiarly distinguished the key, and opened the iron door. Suddenly, a foul smell came to my nose.

Ink Frost frowned, and was about to ask, but was shocked by the scene in front of him!

In the dimly lit hole, there was a man lying on his stomach, who was naked, and his figure was no more than that of a teenager beside him, and he did not look very old. As if dead, the man lying on his stomach remained motionless, and as the two of them drew closer, a strange smell that was not strong overshadowed the foul smell in front of his nose. Under the dim light, there was a painting on this person's back, a beautiful landscape picture, but this picture looked extremely shocking in Mo Shuang's eyes.

The painting is beautiful, the skillful brush and ink outline the body of the painting, just the right amount of paint, giving birth to the soul of the painting, the painting is three-dimensional, the distant mountains, the nearby peaks, and even the grass on the ground are all layered, as if a holy fairyland is reduced to the back of this person. Three-dimensional, vivid and vibrant......

However, when you observe very carefully, you will find that the hills that "rise into the clouds" are human bones, the flowing streams are human blood, the flowers, plants, birds and beasts are human flesh, and the delicate and vivid young grass are human skins! All the blood and malice have never disappeared, and they are always hidden in the bright brushwork and god-like splashing ink.

"Vomit ......" Ink Frost turned and retched, it was the first time he had seen such a masterpiece, if it was a person with blurred flesh and blood in front of him, he would not have this reaction, even if this person was covered in rotten flesh and pustules and dewormed on his body, he would not have this reaction, at most he would only regain his composure after a slight discomfort.

But this beautiful landscape picture made him unable to adapt, maybe it was the coexistence of ugliness and beauty, maybe it was the interdependence of sin and holiness...... In short, he found that he could not stand this great contrast!

When Ink Frost turned to retch, the flowering "dead man" on his back moved, but only very slightly, and then fell completely silent.

The young man's eyes were full of sadness, and he didn't react as much as ink frost when he looked at the beautiful landscape in front of him, but said in a sad tone: "This is the treasure of this town meeting." ”

A thunderbolt from the sky, Ink Frost turned around, resisting the urge to retch, for the first time, there was a great shock on the expressionless face that had never been as cold as ice.

The young man looked at the man who was much taller than himself and said word by word: "This is tomorrow's, the treasure of the finale! The reserve price, three thousand taels of gold beads!"

Three thousand taels of gold beads! The annual financial income of a small country is not enough for a small tribe for so long, and yet it is so strange and ...... The thrilling painting costs 3,000 taels!

Ink Frost didn't understand and didn't want to understand, he turned his head to prevent himself from seeing this extremely different picture again, took a deep breath and said, "Why?" means why let him see these things.

The young man didn't pay attention to him, but said to himself: "Big brother, do you know what this landscape map is called?......。 They gave it a straightforward name - Wonderland. ”

After hearing this, Mo Shuang couldn't help but glance at it again, and suddenly a strong sense of disobedience came to his face.

"Hehe, big brother thinks it's not good-looking, I don't like to look at it... However, people outside love to watch it. The boy scoffed, "They will spend a lot of money to buy it, and then put it in their own spacious hall, to show off their abilities, to show off their wealth, and to gain the envy and envy of others." ”

"............" Ink Frost frowned, and a breath of air was blocked in his chest, unable to vent it.

The boy's hand touched the painting slowly, very gently, like a mother caressing her newborn child: "But their joy is ...... Hell for these people...... No, maybe not hell, they are still alive... ”

Mo Shuang's originally deep willow leaf eyes widened, he looked at the person in front of him who really didn't look like a person, and his voice couldn't stop trembling: "What did you say?"

The young man's compassionate expression was no longer there at the moment, and his face showed a terrifying calm, unfazed: "Big brother, he is alive." He was painted alive, his bones and skinned alive, his blood and flesh taken alive, and he was meticulously carved while he was alive!"

Mo Shuang looked at the thing in front of him with a complicated expression: "I thought... It's already dead......"

"Dead?" The young man's calm face did not show any joy or sorrow, and said lightly: "No, if you die, the streams will dry up, the meadows will shrink, and the mountains will lose their greenness." So they have to live, from beginning to end. ”

"They won't resist?!" Ink Frost was a little angry.

The young man's dark eyes looked at Mo Shuang's face that was no longer calm and said: "At first, they will resist, but because of the lack of natural strength, unless they are coincidental, they cannot escape; Once injected, their muscles will become less and less powerful, not even the strength to wail. Then, you can only sit quietly and wait for death!"

Ink Frost never imagined that the dark corner of this world could be so dark, and the sparse memory of the punishment she had suffered in the Hanhai Desert in the past might really be nothing more painful than this person's situation.

However, Ink Cream's childhood experience can't let this kind of thing go.

It's really hateful, if it's just a "corpse carving", no matter how weird and uncomfortable it feels, it won't interfere;

Mo Shuang looked at the strange and beautiful picture, but through the picture, she saw the white bones on the man's back, the flesh that was turned open, and the exposed blood vessels...... Suddenly, a tyranny that had never been seen before rushed to the mind, covering the ignorant and simple heart.

Ink Frost didn't say another word, and the boy didn't say another word. The two of them just stood silently, watching this "fairyland" under the dim light.

The pale and almost transparent blood is the slowly flowing stream, the smoky clouds on the mountain are the water vapor of the collision between the cold and biting air and the hot and humid body temperature, the fresh grass sprouts and is moistened by the spring water under the grass and sways slowly, the high and low orderly mountains are moistened by the mist and grow a little moss, and the pines and cypresses on the mountain are lush and green and dance gently with the faint wind in the cave.

"How do you make him stop?" was silent for a long time, and finally it was Ink Frost who spoke first, and his voice was no longer the anger that was about to erupt before, and there was also more forbearance and calm.

The young man looked up at the man, and there was a slight imperceptible relief in his tone: "Take out his heart and give it to me." ”

Mo Shuang didn't ask much, nodded, hesitated for a moment, endured the unbearable and nausea in his heart, aimed at the man's chest, closed his eyes, poked his fingers down sharply, and then touched two bones, and for a while he couldn't move down for half a minute.

The young man saw the clue and said beside him, "Be stronger." There are two intersections in the front and back of our heart, which cannot be penetrated without force. ”

Ink Frost didn't notice that the boy's address to the man had changed from "they" to "we". With the strength of his hand, he actually used the strength to bend the steel bar, and only a few clicks were heard before the bones were broken, and then pierced into the heart.

In an instant, the shattered scrolls of Ink Frost's hand faded with a visible rate, the peaks lost their moisture, the meadows began to shrink, the streams withered, and the pines began to fade.

Ink Frost's hand pulled out without hesitation, and a red-beating heart was brought out in his palm. What he didn't see was that the child lying on his stomach used all his strength to say a silent "thank you" to the boy in the shape of his lips under the moment of the return of light, and then until the moment his heart was pulled out, a smile bloomed on his face.

After the young man took the heart handed by Ink Frost, he thought about it and said, "Give me his guts." ”

Mo Shuang still didn't ask why, so he went to take it, unlike the heart, which is protected by two layers of bones, the young man's gall was easily taken from his hand.

The boy thanked him, wrapped the two organs in a clean cloth, and did not intend to go deeper with the ink cream, so he was about to exit the iron gate.

"Wait!" Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Ink Frost, and the boy stopped and looked back.

I saw that Ink Frost walked into the depths step by step, as if walking on a sharp blade, and every time he stepped on it, blood flowed everywhere.

"These ...... What is it?" Ink Frost did not point to the crowd in front of him hanging like bacon, but the boy knew what he was asking, "Big brother...... Didn't I want to know what I got in the hole? That's what I did. ”

Ink Frost's feet seemed to be stuck to something, and his body seemed to be carrying a boulder of billions of pounds, and he no longer had the strength to move forward, nor did he have the strength to retreat.

"The bone spur, the most resilient weapon in the world, is extremely sharp at the same time. That...... It's our ...... Vertebra. The boy said calmly, as if describing a painless thing.

Mo Shuang heard it clearly this time, and suddenly turned around and said in disbelief: "Ling bone spurs are made of vertebrae?!"

The boy corrected lightly: "It's not made of vertebrae, but it's a complete vertebrae." ”

Ink Frost looked back, and hurried towards the people who looked like bacon, some inexplicable madness, and rummaged through the corpses on the hook with her hands, one, two, three, four...... Countless fixtures.

The shape of the corpse is strange, and the shape of the corpse is different, but what is the same is the empty back, the touch of the spine that is not there.

He has never been naïve to think that this world is so beautiful, so he is silent, he is silent, and he doesn't even know how to pretend to understand in front of people, in order to protect his hidden vulnerability that he doesn't know when he has formed. He was bold, he was pointless, he was reckless, perhaps to hold up the little candle that illuminated the darkness of himself.

At that time, even if he saw Wu Feng's surging killing intent towards himself, he was not afraid!

At that time, even if he saw the obvious disappointment and sigh on everyone's faces, he was still not afraid!

However, now this successive frightens made him have mixed feelings, made him frightened, and made him violent. He seems to want to stay away from the darkness, but he seems to be intoxicated by the darkness, if this is hell and the flowery world outside is heaven, then he may want to fall here to protect this miserable scorched earth, roar angrily in the face of these cruel facts, cry out madly in front of these overwhelming realities, wash himself in the blood and flesh!

For some reason, he wanted to sink.

"Who are you?" asked Ink Frost's eyes deeper than before, with a faint light, and her voice was low and irrefutable.

"We, are the class. The young man looked at the man in front of him calmly and replied indifferently.