When he returned to Tianhai City, Zhong Ning visited the gallery again, this time in the dead of night, and with a sleeping boy in his arms. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The gallery that had been closed, the room was dark and lonely, and there was only one corner, exuding a glimmer of light, and Zhong Ning walked over with the boy in his arms.

It was a strange work, on which there was a painting studio, a drawing board, in front of the drawing board, a gray-haired old man curled up in a pool of blood, apparently vomiting blood to death, the lower right signature of the work is still Mu Guisheng.

Compared with what Zhong Ning saw last time, the content of the painting has changed a lot, but he was not surprised, and after staring for a while, the figure of him holding the boy gradually faded and disappeared in place.

At the same time, there are two more figures in the painting, one large and one small.

In the studio, Zhong Ning did not stop, looked at the old man's corpse, and stepped to the drawing board.

The painting was depicted as if it was soaked in blood, and the violent anger seemed to be condensed into substance, traveling around.

Zhong Ning's figure flashed, and he led the boy into the picture-in-picture.

It's still a studio, the difference is that the old man is alive and well at the moment, his eyes don't leave the drawing board for a moment, he holds a paintbrush in his hand, and he paints like crazy, and he doesn't seem to notice Zhong Ning's intrusion.

However, the anger that filled the studio was immediately alert, turned into a thick sticky substance, and drowned in, and at the same time, in the works on the four walls of the studio, there were constantly monsters and ghosts breaking free, roaring and rushing down with the waves.

The monsters ignored Zhong Ning, and they stared straight at the boy, as if they had found something great, and their eyes immediately turned scarlet.

The boy who was asleep was awakened by this crisis, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he cried out in fright.

The old man in front of the drawing board did not pause because of this, and was still finishing his work.

The monsters are accumulating and can't wait to rush to it.

Zhong Ning looked at the old man, his brows furrowed slightly, and the blood blade in his hand immediately waved, and in a burst of blood light, both the anger and the ghosts were wiped out in an instant.

The boy's cry was also suppressed a lot, but before the tears could be retracted, countless monsters broke free from the painting in the surrounding works, as if endless, filling the entire studio with murderous intent directed at the boy.

For a while, how could the boy's little heart bear this desperate malice, and the cry was heartbreaking.

"Still indifferent?" Zhong Ning's gaze brought a slight coldness, "Continue to escape the addiction, or wake up immediately?" ”

In the face of the ghosts full of eyes, Zhong Ning no longer waved his blade, and carried the crying boy in front of him in his arms, and said indifferently: "If you are obsessed, I will fulfill you." ”

The clenched paintbrush in the old man's hand finally loosened, and in the silence, blood-colored teardrops slipped down, he seemed to be struggling, and the surrounding anger boiled for a moment, as if he was unwilling to accept this sudden change, and the infinite ghosts also slowed down at this time.

The stalemate lasted for a long time, until the boy stared straight at the old man's back and shouted "Grandpa", and in an instant the anger collapsed, and all of them were sucked into the old man's body, and the fierce ghosts collapsed, and the paintbrush fell vertically, and the old man slowly turned his head and looked at the boy, and he couldn't cry.

"I ...... Not worthy. ”

The eyes of the grandfather and grandson finally met at this moment, and the memories that had been buried by obsession suddenly emerged in this small studio......

Mu Guisheng, as a well-known painter, is by no means in vain, his creation and obsession with art has reached the level of forgetting to sleep and eat, until he gets married and has children, and even his children have become adults, and he has grandchildren.

The son and daughter-in-law were busy with work and had to leave their grandson in the care of him, an old artist, and in fact, his love for his grandson also made him do his best, of course, on the premise that he was not painting.

On this day, he took his grandson out to play.

With his character, painting tools are indispensable wherever he goes, and whenever he sees something that inspires him, he will not hesitate to stop and set up the drawing board, and once he holds the brush, he will be immersed in it, and this time is no exception.

It was also at this time that the nightmare happened.

When he stopped writing, he was about to share his masterpiece with his grandson with a smug smile, but when he looked up, people came and went, but he couldn't find his grandson's petite figure.

He panicked, and in the next time, whether it was calling the police or finding the missing person, all the methods of the family were exhausted, and they were all in vain, and the facts were in front of him...... The grandson was abducted and may never come back.

Facing the tearful eyes of his son and daughter-in-law, facing their pale and haggard faces, he was ashamed of himself, and the voice and smile of his grandson always appeared in his mind in grief, and he was worse than dead.

He really thought about dying, but he was still reluctant to pursue his art.

He imprisoned himself in a small studio, never to see anyone again, he emptied himself of all his feelings as a human being, he wanted to forget, he dedicated all his body and soul to the small drawing board.

But the pain in the bottom of his heart gnawed at him all the time, although he forgot to sleep and eat, despite his accumulated work, although he finished the last stroke and died in front of his work.

He can't live in peace, he wants to seek liberation, and he can only build into a heart full of infatuation, truly achieve the goal of being free of distractions, and when he comes back to his senses, he is already living in his own works.

The small studio has become all he has ......

"You who have achieved true love are crazy and still looking for your grandson unintentionally, but when you reach perfection enough to eliminate your ignorance and liberation, he will also become your only distraction."

Zhong Ning looked at Mu Guisheng indifferently, and continued: "How do you choose, kill this child, clear the last trace of distractions, so as to complete your obsessive pursuit, and scatter your soul in satisfaction and serenity, or pick up your feelings, face your mistakes, your guilt, and ...... Your pain? ”

Mu Guisheng was silent, walked slowly, looking at his grandson's smiling face at the moment, he trembled and stretched out his hand, hugged his grandson into his arms, and hugged him tightly, the blood and tears in his eyes no longer flowed, and he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"It doesn't matter if I'm a qualified grandfather or not, but I know that I can hold you in my arms again, and that's my satisfaction, for that...... I'm willing to face it head-on. ”

As his choked words fell, the boy seemed to notice something, and he wept uneasily, hugging his grandfather's neck tightly and refusing to let go.

After all, the infatuation has not disappeared, Zhenren is crazy in his body at this moment, and Mu Guisheng's soul body is dissipating at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

"It seems that I can't do it......" Mu Guisheng sighed, looked at Zhong Ning, and pleaded: "Return this child to his parents and say sorry for me." ”

“…… It's better to go on your own. Zhong Ning didn't know when a dark red crystal appeared in his palm, and the crystal turned into a sharp arrow in a blink of an eye, pierced into his heart, and disappeared.

At this time, Mu Guisheng's soul body no longer dissipated, because the true spirit of autophagy had been pulled out by Zhong Ning, and the soul body had re-solidified a lot.

"Remember, go early and come back early." Zhong Ning opened his mouth indifferently, and with a wave of his hand, the blood blade cut through the void, once again forcibly opening the gate of the netherworld.

Mu Guisheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded gratefully to Zhong Ning, hugged his grandson, turned around and disappeared into the studio......