The man stopped putting pen to paper.

This "finishing touch" has not been clicked for a long time.

I don't know when, in front of him, a figure with the same sentence appeared.

He sat across from the man, and there was also a piece of paper in front of him.

The two maintained the same position.

At this moment, it was like a mirror in front of the man, and the two were reflecting each other, and the shadows were in pairs.

"Reflection" looked up, and the emaciated face, sunken eye sockets, and the blazing flames burning in his eyes were clearly him now.

The face was unpredictable, one moment it was him, the other time it was not.

The man opened his mouth wide and looked at the "reflection" that appeared out of thin air in front of him, and an inexplicable chill welled up in his heart.

Crackling!

A bolt of lightning exploded in his head.

Severe pain in the head.

There was something in the center of the eyebrows that seemed to squeeze open the skull and burst out.

His head hurt, it hurts, it hurts.

Countless strange memories surfaced in front of the man.

He is using a first-person perspective to quickly relive everything about the real "Gongsun Mo".

The story of Gongsun Mo and Xie Luohe two hundred years ago is not exactly the same as Zheng Xiu's experience.

It's just that, in the end, they also went through hardships and lost their beloved, and in the end, they all came here.

"Ah......h

"I see......"

The man's hand holding the pen began to shake violently.

"I've learned everything about you,"

"I have all your memories,"

"I've been through your joys and sorrows,"

"I've walked the path you've walked,"

"In the end, I came here to 'bring back' her."

"For, bring back the Shero River."

"So, who am I?"

"I'm Gongsun Mo?"

"I'm Zheng Xiu?"

"Nope! Gongsun Mo! ”

"Nope! Zheng Xiu! ”

"I'm Zheng Xiu!"

"I'm Zheng Xiu!"

"I'm Zheng Xiu!"

"But ......"

"Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

The man laughed loudly, laughed and laughed, and shed tears.

"So that's what you're really trying to do with this picture!"

"You know that in the second hundredth year, you will be a human pillar! Knowing that you will be deceived by candles, you willingly create cannibal paintings that resemble ghosts, and enter that place! You know you're going to be taken away......"

"But you did it anyway, you painted!"

"Whether I admit it or not, whether I can stick to my heart or not, it doesn't matter...... Unimportant...... Unimportant! ”

"After all this, washed away by a hundred years of time, I still barely remember that I am Zheng Xiu......"

"But it's a ritual......"

"Follow the rules...... A whole hundred years! ”

"This finishing touch, it's your masterpiece!"

"It's also my masterpiece!"

"Once this one falls ......"

"I will, be you!"

Zheng Xiu cried and laughed!

Lonely for a hundred years, he finally understood everything when he came to this point.

understood the reason for the existence of cannibal paintings, and also understood that two hundred years ago, Gongsun Mo knew that painting this painting would make him a "human pillar", and when he entered Changyan, he still took the initiative to drill into the candle's conspiracy like a moth to a fire.

What he is trying to create is to create the "second Gongsun Mo", even if he dies, he leaves, he can't come back, there is a second person, walking the same path as him, with the same memory, with the same love and hatred, to rescue Xie Luohe!

At first, Zheng Xiu could only follow Gongsun Mo's memory. However, under the interference of the "prisoner" doorway, Zheng Xiu was no longer trapped in Gongsun Mo's memory since he "hijacked the prisoner car", and moved freely with his heart.

He has been in the painting for more than 100 years, and his life experience may not be exactly the same as that of Gongsun Mo back then, but in the end, he has come here.

If it were someone else, Gongsun Mo would definitely become.

The one who came out of the cannibal painting must be the second "Gongsun Mo"!

Cannibal painting, worthy of cannibalism!

What it really "eats" is not the human body, but the human heart!

It can eliminate people's original hearts and create a new Gongsun Mo!

If Zheng Xiu is not an alien, it is very likely that under the influence of cannibal paintings, in the memory of the true and false can be distinguished, he will completely forget himself and become a new ...... Gongsun Mo!

In front of Zheng Xiu's eyes, the thin shadow of the sentence flew away like fine sand, converging behind Zheng Xiu, silently "crawling" behind Zheng Xiu like a shadow.

"Hoo ......"

Zheng Xiu's expression was relieved, a hundred years of loneliness and vicissitudes disappeared without a trace on his face in an instant, and his sunken eye sockets were filled with tenderness.

"Come back."

The tip of the pen fell, lightly touched the blank face in the painting, and became a pair of smart eyes.

"It's not her! It's not her! It's not her! ”

The shadow behind Zheng Xiu let out a terrible roar, and the surrounding space began to collapse, shattering like glass, becoming a point of light in the sky.

He sat in the underground cavity for nearly a hundred years, like a paper lake, showing a distorted posture. Cracks visible to the naked eye, starting from somewhere, spread in all directions.

The void behind Zheng Xiu suddenly enlarged, dyeing the surroundings into pitch black.

The moment he put pen to paper, he began to sink downward, and as the space collapsed, everything around him began to become bizarre and illusory. Zheng Xiu's expression was calm, and he watched as a pool of pitch-black mud beneath his buttocks, and as he sank, Zheng Xiu reached into it.

"After all, you still can't draw the scene of Changyan, and neither can I."

The surface of Zheng Xiu's body gradually cracked, and the shriveled skin bulged again. Layers of old skin peeled off and faded, the thin white hair completely fell out, and the long black and bright hair grew rapidly again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's not her! It's not her! It's not her! ”

The pitch-black quagmire stirred up turbulent waves in a hysterical roar. A huge force pulled Zheng Xiu's rejuvenated body to the ground, and as the pulling became more and more intense, his flesh was pulled into a strange shape like plasticine.

A painting floats and sinks in the black tide, and a hideous face emerges on the paper.

The picture scroll seemed to come to life and stood in front of Zheng Xiu, and the hideous and distorted face on it looked at Zheng Xiu from afar.

Zheng Xiu's face suddenly appeared: "I'm different from you, you are still in the painting, painting yourself." ”

"It's not her!"

The ghost man roars angrily.

"It's not yours, it's mine."

Zheng Xiu smiled slightly.

The long black hair was flying, Zheng Xiu exerted his strength again, and pulled out a white palm from the quagmire, and then, a shadow that had been separated for a hundred years emerged from the tide in a daze.

Dressed in black, his long hair was tied behind his head, and the word "Ding Wei" in his right eye slowly turned...... It's Fengbei!

At the moment when he saw Zheng Xiu, Fengbei's blank eyes were a little more confused, his lips opened lightly, and he said quietly: "Husband, ......"

"Welcome back."

"Hmm."

The world is collapsing.

All the scenery is gone, and only the endless Black Sea remains.

"It's not her, it's not her, it's not her!"

In the painting, the ghost man is still roaring, it can't communicate, and there is only this one sentence over and over again.

Fengbei snuggled quietly in Zheng Xiu's arms, enjoying the warmth of reunion after a long absence. The noise from the ghost in the painting made Fengbei frown, she just wanted to stretch out her other hand, Zheng Xiu and Fengbei have been husband and wife for ten years, they know her thoughts, Zheng Xiu secretly scratched her palm, and said: "No need, he painted himself into it for a hundred years, only a wisp of remnant soul remains, and now I have broken his game, everything will disappear, and he will disappear soon, but it's just a poor person." ”

Feng Bei's palm was pinched, scratched, and scratched by Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei's pretty face was slightly red, charming and rippling, but he was not convinced and scratched back. In front of the "remnant soul of Gongsun Mo", the two of them intertwined their fingers, changing more than ten postures, the deep meaning was hidden, Fengbei understood in seconds, and his face was red and smoking. It's just that suddenly, pestering, Feng Bei was stunned, she couldn't care about the broken painting at the moment, she pinched Zheng Xiu's face with her other hand in a daze, and pinched it for a while before saying, "Why can I ......?"

Zheng Xiu knew what Feng Bei was thinking.

She was struggling with why she was able to touch her sweetheart openly, and she was obviously unknown.

Zheng Xiu shook his head: "I don't know." After a moment of silence, he said, "Maybe I'm of a higher rank." ”

Fengbei was stunned, not knowing why.

The roar of filial piety from the scroll gradually weakened, and a wave suddenly rose in the floating black sea, like a high wall. Two figures burst out of the tide and were covered with a layer of asphalt-like dirt.

Two people who look exactly the same are Fan Yu and the monk. Fighting in the undulating tide - it is a fight in the real sense, I saw Fan Yu grabbing the monk with a hideous face, biting and tearing when he opened his mouth, biting down, biting off the monk's ears alive, and splashing flesh and blood.

The monk bit back, and slurped Fan Yu's face with a big mouthful, and actually bit Fan Yu's eyes alive, making Fan Yu's face have a bloody hole.

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei's faces changed, they didn't care about Qingqing and me, and they wanted to move. Suddenly, a broken arm stretched out from Zheng Xiu's feet, and the miserable white fingers that almost only had a layer of shriveled skin left were like hooked claws, rolling around Zheng Xiu's arm, and the five fingers were embedded in Zheng Xiu's flesh and skin.

"Go help the monk!"

Zheng Xiu's face changed, but he asked Fengbei to go to the monk's side to help.

Feng Bei glanced back at Zheng Xiu, and in an instant, Feng Bei understood what Zheng Xiu was thinking. She nodded without any hypocrisy: "Okay! ”

As he spoke, Fengbei walked on the Black Sea and drifted towards the place where the monk and Fan Yu were fighting.

After a few steps, Fengbei's long hair fluttered, and the thorn-like black lines under her fair neck spread silently, and finally converged in her right eye, like a dark and gorgeous rose. The majestic shadow of the mountain appeared behind Feng Bei, and Feng Bei held his right palm and waved it at Fan Yu.

The black sea surface was split in two, and the sky in the distance was torn out by Fengbei's illusory knife. Fan Yu's body was cracked in half in an instant, separated from the middle, the hatred in Fan Yu's eyes was like two sharp knives, like substance, and a vicious curse came out from the two halves of the mouth:

"You don't have to die well!"

"You don't have to die well!"

"You don't have to die well!"

When the monk heard this, he let out a terrible cry and fell into the sea.

This is also the reason why Zheng Xiu left his safety behind for the time being and asked Fengbei to help the monk. As a sub-personality of a monk, Fan Yu was able to gain the upper hand for so many years and completely suppressed the Huahua monk, which shows that among many personalities, Fan Yu belongs to a powerful existence like a noisy master. Now in the battle of their personalities, if there is no external force, even if the monk is the main personality, it is very likely to be swallowed up by Fan Yu.

Fan Yu didn't know what he had experienced after entering Changyan, but at this moment when the world in the painting collapsed, he took the opportunity to escape, and his heart was already filled with resentment, desperate to kill the monk and replace him.

Fan Yu's "rumors" are really evil, after the monk fell, Fengbei's delicate body shook slightly, and the towering shadow behind him faintly showed signs of collapse.

"Hoo ......"

Zheng Xiu's side.

He didn't have time to care about anything else, that hand he had seen "a hundred years ago", it was the [painter's] doorway trick!

It is no wonder that Candle is confident that with a cannibal painting, he can trap Fengbei and even bring Fengbei into Changyan. That's because the [Painter] trickery he used to lure Gongsun Mo into the game a hundred years ago has always been hidden in cannibal paintings!

The shriveled five fingers "bitten" into Zheng Xiu's flesh and blood, and Zheng Xiu's eyes instantly became red and bloodshot.

"Bad ......"

The trickery of the painter's path is possessed, which seems to be a good thing. But when the monster really bit up, Zheng Xiu knew that it was not so simple. A low whisper suddenly sounded in his ears, at first Zheng Xiu couldn't hear what those whispers were saying, but gradually Zheng Xiu seemed to hear the voices of many people, including Gongsun Mo's voice.

Zheng Xiu's eyes were blurred, and the images in front of him were constant. Underneath him, the vast black sea, stretched out twisted and ugly tentacles, pulling him to the bottom of the sea as the monster forcibly fused with Zheng Xiu.

"Wave~"

Right now. Zheng Xiu's forehead ached, and something came out.

It was a dice, bloody dice.

The twenty-sided dice opened countless dense eyes.

All eyes "dropped" from the dice.

Those eyes seemed to be alive, and they were connected into a chain.

Syllable!

The chains reluctantly "caught" and "bitten" Zheng Xiu's "painter" trick.

The claws were stunned.

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

In the distance, Fengbei and the monk were stunned.

Fan Yu sank.

The ups and downs of the Black Sea, the collapsing world, everything, seemed to stand still in an instant, and it was completely frozen in front of the eyes of the three of them.

……

Tianyin Mountain.

A huge white snake curled up in a warm nest and slept comfortably.

Suddenly, it opened its eyes and rolled wildly in its nest, its head hitting the mountain wall with its head.

Rumble!

Under the terrifying force of white, the mountain wall was knocked out of a large hole, and the tumbling white snake writhed in the snowy mountain, and its madness caused waves of avalanches, and the ground shook the mountain.

Laugh at!

The white snake rolled its eyes, completely painful, and a neat opening cut the belly of the white snake out of thin air, and three figures broke out of the white snake's abdomen.

One kicked the bald head away, and the bald head spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the snow, stained red with snow.

Fengbei caught up, murderous.

In the end, Zheng Xiu's fist and Feng Bei's palm stopped in front of the monk.

The monk clasped his hands together, his eyes were clear, and he smiled at the two: "The little monk is back." ”

Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu glanced at each other and were silent.

The monk's eyes blinked, and he blinked desperately at Zheng Xiu: "Little Peach's tombstone ......"

"Ahem, it's a monk."

Feng Bei squinted, alert. The fox asked: "What happened to Xiao Tao's tombstone?" ”

Zheng Xiu looked away and pulled the monk up from the snow.

After a moment, the three laughed.

"I'm back."