Chapter 328: Father and Son

"How can a social fear shake people? Bye-bye, are you sure it's someone who shook it? Shi Que felt that the words of the gold-worshipping clown were ambiguous. This strange talk has reached the point where a stranger will go berserk when it invades, where did he shake out the people!

But since the money-worshipping clown said so, it is estimated that it is quite chaotic outside. And it's really not a good time to catch up. So, Shi Que looked down at the gods, "I let go of my hand, you can't sing anymore, you know?" ”

The god nodded at first, then hesitated, and the surrounding magnetic field sent a look of confusion.

Shi Que knew that he was worried about the strange talk outside, "It's okay, let's solve him together." ”

"After all, there are still people who are in a hurry to go on a blind date!" Shi Que teased and walked towards the window. Beside him, the pages of "Weird Gossip Weekly" kept vibrating, as if something was struggling to get out.

"Let's see what happens." Shi Que patted the cover soothingly and stood in front of the window.

The tower where the gods are located is the tallest building in the entire palace, and when you look down, you can see it at a glance.

When the gold-worshipping clown and Shi Que broke in, the gold-worshipping clown cut off the unfinished picture scroll of the strange tale with a sickle. But it's not that the painting didn't have an impact on the area because it wasn't finished.

After all, the god's magnetic field is not omnipotent, and he can only control the area of the strange talk within the scope of the god's sealed place to avoid the strange talk from affecting the outside world.

Therefore, the area where they are now is the area in the strange tale painting.

The canvas is halved, but the influence remains.

The original pure white palace was painted with chaotic paint, and as the strange magnetic field spread, canvases covered the walls, and finally brought the dilapidated palace two hundred years later, back to the day before the cataclysm.

It's like a long river of time, but the river is affected by external forces, little by little retrograde, backwards, and finally back to the past.

Two hundred springs, summers, autumns and winters, like a harrier bird cutting through the sky, but only a few breaths.

Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown glanced at each other, converged their magnetic field, quietly descended from the tower, and took the initiative to enter the painting.

Different from the state of other strange stories when they went berserk, this [catastrophic] strange talk erupted with the appearance of wanting to destroy the world, but in the field, there was warmth and sunshine everywhere.

And this palace was not an endless pure white, but a palace full of art.

In the long corridor, the walls on both sides are covered with paintings. Just by looking at the brushstrokes, you know that it must have been done by a famous artist. But the content of the painting does not need to be appreciated to understand.

Shi Que raised his hand, and the warm light passed through his fingers, bright and beautiful. The gold-worshipping clown pushed Shi Que, "630 million, why don't I think it's dangerous here?" ”

Shi Que shook his head, and was about to say something, but he heard the footsteps of two people not far away. Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown quickly hid.

Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown hid in a small cubicle in the corner with cleaning tools, looking out through the crack in the door.

A man with gray temples took the hand of a young man with an expressionless face but an extremely delicate face, and walked slowly from the other side of the corridor, and every time he stood in front of a painting, he pointed to a painting and patiently instructed the young man beside him.

"Ah Yan, look at this painting, do you remember what was painted on it?"

Youth are silent.

The man with gray temples didn't mind, but instead babbled to himself: "This painting is to remind you to remember to get dressed when you get up in the morning." Remember to look out the window at the trees, and if the leaves are yellow, wear a thinner coat. If the leaves are grass green, you take off your coat and when the leaves turn old green, you wear short sleeves. And when the leaves turn maple red, you have to add a sweater. Finally, when there are no leaves, you have to wear a down jacket. ”

"This is the 10031st time Dad has told Ah Yan, so can Ah Yan remember today?" The man said as he observed the expression on the young man's face.

But the young man didn't say a word, as if quietly immersed in his own world.

The man was not angry, and the smile on his face was warmer, "Oh, it doesn't matter if we don't remember." When children grow up, they will have their own little world. Is there no such tree in Yan's world? It's okay, Dad will talk to you again tomorrow. What if it's tomorrow? ”

With a little hoarse voice, it was low and warm, and the smile in it was very real, and the man's eyes were always on the young man, as if as long as the young man could live well, then he didn't care about anything.

"Come, let's go see the next painting. If Ah Yan likes this painting, can it be added to Ah Yan's world? The man took the young man by the way, took another step forward, and stood in front of the next painting.

In this painting, there are several different kinds of food, among which the black ones are covered with allergies, which the young man cannot eat. On the other hand, it is necessary for young people every day, and they must eat on time.

In the next painting, it is to tell the young people not to stay in the studio all the time, but to exercise.

In the next one, there are several landmarks in the city of F. Pigments are specially labeled.

In the next picture, it is the gathering place of fugitives in L City, and in the luxury cars that drive out of the tunnel entrance, everyone has an invitation in their hands.

In the next picture, there is a bank card, as well as a bank and a store.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation, in every painting, represents a father's full concern for his son. The emotions overflowing in each stroke make people cry.

But the young man's eyes were not focused, as if none of this had anything to do with him.

The man finally stood in front of the last painting and stopped, touched the young man's head, and said to the young man again, "Ah Yan, if Dad is gone one day, you will live like this." ”

It was the most sparse and ordinary day for father and son. If the cataclysm hadn't come, their lives would have continued to be as comfortable as they were.

On the day of the aura outburst, the old man with a weak body was the first to be unable to survive. Sudden evolution, but at the same time represents adaptation. Not everyone is able to adapt to the sudden change in their bodies, so many people lose their breath overnight.

Therefore, the second picture that Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown saw was the appearance of a young man in pajamas and standing barefoot in the corridor alone.

He stood dumbfounded, tilting his head, as if waiting for something, as if he was simply immersed in his own world. The sunlight hit him, but it passed lightly, leaving no shadow at all.

Shi Que: "On the day the aura was revived, he became a strange talker. ”

Worship the gold clown: "What about Li Yuan?" ”

Shi Que shook his head: "Most of them are gone." ”

As if to confirm Shi Que's guess, on the third day of the staggered light and dark, the young man finally moved.

The corridor he left and then dragged a stiffened corpse back to the corridor, which belonged to Li Yuan.

The faint, stench of corpses wafted in the corridor, but the young man didn't seem to feel it, he stubbornly helped Li Yuan's corpse up again and again, wanting him to stand alone.

But in the end, it all failed.

Because the dead cannot be independent.

And the young man finally gave up after repeated attempts many times. He asked Li Yuan to lie on the ground, and then he himself lay down beside Li Yuan, putting Li Yuan's hand on his head.

Then, Li Yuan's body began to decompose, and a team of people dressed as police before the cataclysm came uninvited.

They did not find the young man at the first time, but saw Li Yuan's body.

One of them, a man with a stern face who looked serious, after carefully examining Li Yuan's body, made a fire from the palm of his hand, burned Li Yuan's body, and then collected the ashes in a small jar and handed it to a man in a white suit in the middle of the line.

"Poof." The gold-worshipping clown couldn't hold back his laughter, turned his head and said to Shi Que, "If it weren't for the people next to me to get out of the way, I wouldn't have seen anyone in the middle." ”

"Is this man 1.75 meters?"

Shi Que looked at it, "Maybe it's about the same as you." ”

"Impossible! Lao Tzu is a head taller than him! The gold-worshipping clown was suddenly a little dissatisfied.

However, in the next second, a very explosive scene appeared.

Just as the man in the white suit got the urn, the door at the end of the hallway opened. The young man walked out of it and looked blankly at the ground, where Li Yuan's body was originally placed, and he didn't move for a long time.

It took several minutes before he turned his head to look at the group of people in police uniforms, and finally an emotion appeared in his empty eyes, anger.

An overwhelming canvas suddenly appeared, enveloping these people in it. Eventually, these people were put into paint jars one by one and turned into colorful oil paints.

And when the young man reappeared, his coat had been replaced by an ordinary long-sleeved shirt. Then he stood at the end of the corridor, looking at the paintings as he had done when his father had pulled him before.

Finally, he stood in front of the last pair and bowed his head slightly, as if he was waiting for something. Then it was a long time before he gradually left the corridor and disappeared into the distance.

Then, for the two hundred years that the strange talk was suppressed, the first one hundred and ninety-four years, he repeated the life arranged for him by his father day after day.

The only thing that confused him was that he couldn't leave because of the gods' seal. And he had less and less material at hand.

Finally, six years ago, he found an opportunity to go out, and when he came back, he would bring back all kinds of people who he thought would be able to become paints and allow him to paint.

Then, on the surrounding walls, the original colorful murals gradually faded. And the paintings in the corridor that represented Li Yuan's instructions gradually dimmed, and eventually became blank.

So, the youth began to paint new colors on those blank canvases.

At first, he planned to copy Li Yuan's paintings, but there was no emotion in his barren world, so he eventually gave up and turned to painting the faces of ordinary people who were made into paints by him, and the faces of fear before death.

One by one, and soon the portraits filled the corridors. The faces are vivid and vivid, as if the skin of a real person has been plucked from the face and pasted on these canvases.

The gold-worshipping clown felt a little disgusted, and asked softly, "So what is he showing us all this for?" ”

Shi Que frowned, keenly aware that there seemed to be a subtle sound coming from his surroundings.

"Wait, there's something surrounding!" Shi Que's words were still in his mouth, but the dagger was already in his hand, and he quickly stabbed towards his waist.

The pungent smell of oil paint mixed with the smell of blood spread through the air.

In front of Shi Que, under the sickle of the gold-worshipping clown, there was also a puddle of chaotic paint.

"So this kind of painting is really annoying! The ontology is a garbage force, and the fight is all dependent on the brothers. "The money-worshipping clown is disgusted.

Shi Que couldn't help but be happy, "You said in front of the teacher, he was going to beat you." ”

"Afraid of him?" The gold-worshipping clown sneered, "When I get to the S-level, one will beat Yu Qiao ten!" ”

"It's 630 million, I've finished watching the film, and it's time to work!"

Shi Que sighed, and the "Strange Tale Gossip Weekly" in his hand naturally opened, and [Power] walked out of the page.

Around them, on the walls, those figures were also moving.

Then, one by one, they stood out of the painting. Everyone looked at Shi Que and the money worship clown with strange and greedy eyes.

"White, my ......," they murmured, and then with utility knives, they swarmed towards the Sparrow and the gold-worshipping clowns.

(End of chapter)