Hu Yi led me forward, through the forest path, and soon reached the end of the road. There is a sloping cliff, and there is a huge gate, which is the strange gate that Mrs. Hu entered.

I was surprised and said, "Could it be that the entire space in this door has been copied into the fox seal?" ”

Hu Yi shook his head: "The condensation of the illusion reality to the fox mark must be within the scope of my ability and divine sense. The world in this gate is unknown to me, and if I insist on creating another strange door according to my own ideas, it will be a delusional illusion, not a reality, and everything will be deviated. ”

I looked at the door in the distance and said, "What's the matter with the door in front of you, it's just a shell?" ”

Hu Yiyi: "It's not that simple, I have been guarding this door for nearly a hundred years, and I found that it has a very magical function, it can create another dimensional space, I used a spell to connect this door with the fox seal, according to the reason, you are now entering from here, entering the door in reality." Of course, this is just a matter of reason, what you will see when you really enter from here, whether it is real or not, the scene in that door, is not conclusive now, it depends on whether you dare to try it. ”

I'm sweating out, this old man is not sure what to do, he wants me to go in, how can I be so reckless.

I hurriedly said, "I'll think about it again." ”

Hu Yi waved his hand: "Don't bother me if it's okay, you can come in at any time here, and you can go out at any time." This door stands here, you can enter if you want, and you can't enter if you don't want to. ”

He staggered away. I looked at Qimen from afar, and I didn't dare to score a point. The door looks more and more eerie.

I was squatting on the ground to observe, when suddenly a voice came from outside the fixed realm, and I quickly put away the fox prints and returned to reality. When I opened my eyes, it turned out that Liu Yin came back from work, and there was Aunt Hong with her.

I hurriedly came out of the house to greet them, Liu Yin is now familiar with me, probed her brain into my room, and smiled evilly: "Brother Feng, what are you doing hiding in the house alone?" ”

I coughed, a little embarrassed.

Aunt Hong said, "I'll cook tonight and cook a good meal for you." Oh, by the way, Xiao Feng, Li Bugou sent you an invitation. ”

Liu Yin laughed so hard that her stomach hurt: "Who is this, why is it called such a name." ”

I picked up an orange from the table and peeled it: "I think it's the artist." In order to be different, he gave himself a stage name, called Li Bugou, from Gou Buli. ”

Li Bugou is a client introduced by a friend's friend, who claims that he often has nightmares and dreams of very scary things, which have lasted for many years. Now there is depression and persecution paranoia, I have seen a psychiatrist, a psychiatrist, and it is useless. And now it's around the bush that found me.

It is said that the customer is God and should not push people out, but I don't have a good impression of him at first sight.

This person is known as an artist, with extremely oily hair and powdered face, pigtails on the back of his head, and when he came, he also brought a white rich beauty, long legs, meat stockings, and drove a sports car, and he was extremely arrogant. The speech is not beautiful, shouting and drinking, and the attitude is annoying. If there weren't anyone else around, I would have beaten him out.

Originally, this matter had passed, but I didn't expect him to make a special trip to make an invitation.

My hands are full of juice, rub the invitation card with the palm of my hand, and the writing inside is very polite, Li Bugou is going to hold an art exhibition in the city library recently, invite me to participate, please criticize and correct when the time comes.

I wasn't interested in the slightest, and threw the invitation aside, Liu Yin picked it up and looked at it with relish: "Brother Feng, I want to go." ”

"You go. Please put it on and there is no name, you can take it. I said.

Liu Yin said: "This artist is really capable, you see these pottery he kneaded, quite individual." "There are a few photos on the invitation, probably Li Bugou's proud work, I glanced at it, and the pottery couldn't see any shape, like a twisted fat woman, full of holes up and down, looking evil and disgusting.

I packed up the orange peel: "This man may be a psychopath." ”

"Look at this painting, it's called 'Practice'." Liu Yin pointed to a painting and showed it to me.

I'm a Taoist and I'm very sensitive to the word "cultivation", so if there really is a painting to express this theme, how can I draw it? Out of curiosity, I glanced at it.

I was stunned when I saw this, and then I picked it up and looked at it carefully, and I was cold.

The painting is an oil painting with a wall in the background, which is very tall and may be part of a factory. Beneath the high wall, which occupies less than one-sixth of the entire picture, depicts a human figure.

The figure seems to have died by self-immolation, with only a fire-burned human figure printed on the wall, and the visual effect is extremely eerie.

The figure sat peacefully on the ground, one leg propped up, the other hand on the knee.

The reason why I am so surprised is because his posture is particularly like Wang Erdonkey.

Is it a coincidence that my heart is pounding? This painting is filled with an indescribable evil atmosphere, why did Li Bugou paint such a painting, and what does this painting have to do with the theme of "cultivation"?

While I was thinking, Aunt Hong brought the food and asked me what I thought. I said, "I'm going to see an art show and talk to this artist." ”

Liu Yin clapped her hands very happily and said that she was going too.

Soon on Saturday, I put off all my work, took Liu Yin out early in the morning, and took a taxi to the city library. On the way, I repeatedly thought about a question, recently I was thinking about Wang Erdonkey, and a related clue immediately appeared, there would not be such an accidental thing.

At ten o'clock, I arrived at the library, entered the door to hand over the invitation, and was introduced to the West Hall, not to mention that there are really many people who come to see the art exhibition today, most of them are young college students, and there are also some old artists with artistic temperament.

Liu Yin and I walked here inconspicuously, just like students. The theme of this art exhibition is "Universe * Dream * Practice", and the entire exhibition area is arranged in the shape of a starry sky, and there are slide lanterns in the ceiling to show the movement of the stars. Each work of art is attached to a soft lampholder, which glows with a mysterious atmosphere.

Many people looked at the paintings on the wall and talked about it, and some people took pictures with their mobile phones. There is a brief description below the artwork, and the source of inspiration for all the works here comes from Li Bugou's dreams.

Li Bugou claims that he has been dreaming about a huge worldview system in recent years, and all dreams are continuous, and the entire dream world is constructed like a puzzle from different angles.

Li Bugou is glad that he is engaged in art and can present his dream world in an intuitive way.

This mysterious explanation attracted many people, especially some little girls, who were flushed as if they were hi after seeing the artwork.

At this time, the loudspeaker in the hall broadcast, and the artist Li Bugou would come to the scene at half past ten to communicate with everyone.

Liu Yin said excitedly: "Brother Feng, can you help me get a Li Bugou signature when the time comes, I have a hunch that he will definitely be popular." ”

At this time, we are standing in front of a painting, which is the one on the invitation called "Practice". At this moment, when I saw the original work, the picture was very large, more than a meter high, with a slightly dirty white wall, and a self-immolating human figure under the wall. Self-immolation was supposed to be a painful thing, but this figure showed comfort and peace, and the two feelings were strongly contrasted together, which not only did not make people comfortable, but also felt weird and disgusting.

The original painting has one more thing than the brochure, and there is a symbol of a Taoist talisman directly above this figure. The talisman and the wall are in a montage effect, overlapping each other, revealing an eerie feeling.

Liu Yin saw that I was staring at this painting without moving, so she asked, "Brother Feng, what are you looking at, what attracts you to this painting." ”

I didn't speak, Liu Yin pulled me: "Brother Feng, let's go and see that painting, so many people look at it." ”

I looked up and saw that there was another painting hanging about ten meters next to this painting, and there were many people around to look at it.

I stumbled upon a self-immolating figure with his hands on his knees, and the tips of his fingers were pointing in the same direction as the most popular painting next to him.

Is it a coincidence?

Liu Yin and I walked over, and there were more than a dozen people gathered here, and we finally squeezed to the front before we saw what was painted.

The painting, titled "The Devil's Supper," is a Chinese-style restaurant with a dozen or so people seated around a large table. These people are all dog-headed people, with drooping ears, murderous leakage in slitted dog eyes, and hideous teeth showing at the corners of their mouths.

In front of the kobold were pots for feeding the dogs, and in each pot there was a bound human, male and female, with tears in their eyes, constantly struggling, but they would inevitably be eaten by these kobolds.

Among these kobolds, there was the only normal person sitting at the table, who was facing out of the painting, could see his expression clearly, and was extremely compassionate. He folded his hands and his mouth moved, as if praying for the humans on the table to be eaten.

When I saw this man, my legs were so weak that I almost didn't sit on the ground.

Huang Xiaotian's voice came from his mind, and he was also trembling, "Little, little golden boy, it's Sect Master Cheng." ”

Yes, the person in the painting is Cheng Hai, who has disappeared for a long time.