Chapter 825 Finally Arrived, Chapter 14

"You in the painting?" Chen Ge also leaned over. He has seen all the thirteen paintings in the studio, and he still has some impressions of the fourth painting: "Did you draw this painting?"

Zhou Tu did not speak, his soul seemed to be sucked into the painting, his eyes were fixed on the canvas.

The fourth oil painting is about this oil painting room.

In the first half, thirteen painters sit on chairs and paint, while the lower half of the painting is blood-red. The thirteen painters died tragically on their seats in different ways.

It should be noted that in the upper part of the painting, the paintings drawn by the painters on the drawing boards are exactly what they looked like when they died tragically.

These painters already knew their fate, but they did not choose to change, but recorded everything completely.

When Chen Ge came to the oil painting room for the first time, he stayed next to this painting for a long time. He didn't expect that this painting would be created by Zhou Tu.

If you look carefully, you can find that the painter sitting fourth in the painting is very similar in appearance to Zhou Tu.

"Other paintings are trying to show the upside-down world, but this painting is the artist himself." Chen Ge did not disturb Zhou Tu, his eyes moved between the painting and Zhou Tu: "What did Zhou Tu experience? ? Why are his paintings so different?"

Among the thirteen painters, Zhou Tu ranked fourth. He is not the oldest, but he has the most unique perspective.

Unlike the others when their memory came back to life, Zhou Tu stood blankly beside the easel. There was no change in him, but the atmosphere in the studio was undergoing subtle changes.

The feeling is indescribable, as if all the portraits in the painting have opened their eyes, and they are being watched by one after another.

"Why am I suddenly a little cold?" Wang Yicheng shrank his neck and hid behind Zhang Ju. He looked around blankly, with a trace of panic in his eyes.

"Zhou Tu?" Zhang Ju also had a bad feeling, and he patted Zhou Tu's shoulder lightly.

The eyelashes fluttered, and Zhou Tu's body seemed to freeze. His eyes reflected the entire studio, and there was no trace of blood on his face.

"Am I already dead?"

A hoarse voice squeezed out of his lips, and at the same time as he spoke, the fourth painter in the scroll suddenly moved.

The painter who was sitting on the chair suddenly threw away the paintbrush in his hand, grabbed his neck with both hands, and kicked his legs continuously, as if his neck was strangled by an invisible rope.

His eyeballs were protruding and were about to squeeze out of their sockets. He struggled desperately, but his body left the seat little by little.

His head was congested, his expression was distorted, and he gradually became the same as himself in the painting.

What is even more frightening is that in the second half of the oil painting, Zhou Tu in the blood-red world slowly showed a smile on his face.

"Zhou Tu! Your neck!" Wang Yicheng pointed at Zhou Tu's neck and shouted loudly.

Standing outside the oil painting, Zhou Tu's body was slowly becoming the same as himself in the oil painting. A black and purple mark appeared on his neck, and the color of that mark continued to deepen as time went by.

The neck became deformed, and there was a ticking sound in the ear.

Looking for the voice, Chen Ge found that the lower part of the fourth oil painting, Zhou Tu, who died tragically in the blood-red world, unexpectedly came back to life at some point.

He was lying under the canvas covered in blood, his face was pressed against the canvas, his mouth was split open,

Blood was running down his face.

The protruding eyeballs, across the canvas, stared straight at the Zhou Tu standing outside the oil painting, as if it was about to climb out of the oil painting and drag the Zhou Tu outside the scroll into it!

"Teacher Bai, should we take Zhou Tu away?"

The ticking sound gradually increased, coming from all directions in the classroom!

Turning their heads, several members of the Supernatural Research Society found that all the portraits of the characters in the entire oil painting room were abnormal.

The people in the painting are lying on the frame, they seem to be all ready to come out!

"This didn't happen when I came with the shadows last time. Could it be because they sensed Zhou Tu?"

Facts once again proved that Zhou Tu was unusual. Chen Ge signaled other community members to approach Zhou Tu, and if there was a problem, he would force Zhou Tu to leave immediately.

The blood color on the oil painting became brighter, and a red mist escaped, and an increasingly thick smell of blood began to appear.

"The situation is not good!" Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood beside Zhou Tu, and they found that the blood mist in the room began to gather towards Zhou Tu, like a giant man-eating flower with its mouth open.

"These things want to enter Zhou Tu's body!"

The blood mist avoided the others, and absorbed Zhou Tu, gathering more and more.

"Teacher Bai! We can't wait any longer! Let's leave quickly!" Zhu Long impatiently reached out and grabbed Zhou Tu's arm to prevent Zhou Tu from being completely swallowed by the blood mist.

He had good intentions and wanted to drag Zhou Tu out of the center of the blood mist, but who knew that as soon as he exerted force, the blood mist instantly condensed into a wrist-thick rope that tightly strangled Zhou Tu's neck and hung him in the Right in the center of the room.

"Zhoutu!"

His neck was entangled with bloodshot condensed ropes, and Zhou Tu was swinging in the room like a pendulum. His appearance at this time was exactly the same as himself in the painting.

He had already seen his own death, and recorded his tragic death completely.

"I personally drew what I would look like when I died. I watched myself being hanged, and I couldn't breathe..."

The atmosphere in the oil painting room became more depressing, and more and more blood stains flowed out of the oil painting. The people in the painting looked at the picture of Zhou hanged in the center of the room, and all fell into carnival.

"Hanging is different from other ways of death. It is not like piercing the heart with a knife. After a short period of numbness, the body seems to be burned by fire, and the painful feeling spreads from the wound to the whole body. This is a very gentle way of death. Draining, the oxygen decreases little by little, the despair increases little by little, and you can clearly feel the process of your own death."

A male voice came from a certain direction in the room, as if it came from the paintings on the wall, or from the gap between the floor and the wall.

Chen Ge couldn't be sure of the location of the voice, but he could tell that the person who spoke in the oil painting room was the same person who spoke in the toilet on the top floor of the teaching building.

"Don't be afraid of death, I know you will come back, no matter how many times you escape, you are still a member of this place."

The voice seemed to be speaking to Zhou Tu, and the location of the owner of the voice could not be captured at all. If you listened carefully, you would even find that the voice seemed to come from Zhou Tu's own mouth.

"Don't resist, your mission has been completed, sit quietly in your seat, and wait for the last painter to enter."

Blood mist enveloped Zhou Tu, his appearance became more and more terrifying, and his body became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

While everyone was focusing on Zhou Tu, a fourteenth easel appeared in the oil painting room at some point.

The dissipated blood mist drifted to the fourteenth easel, leaving a faint blood red on the canvas as smooth as human skin, which looked like a skirt dyed with blood from a distance.