After a while, a dull voice came from behind, "Tell me." After a pause, he continued to ask: "How do you see it?"

Without answering the other party's question, Jiang Cheng picked up the paintbrush that had fallen on the ground and stabbed it at Lin Chen.

The brush that was definitely not a sharp pierced Lin Chen's chest easily.

In Lin Chen's unbelievable eyes, a lot of blood poured out, splashing all over Jiang Cheng's face.

But Jiang Cheng laughed.

"it is as expected."

There was no smell of bright red blood, Jiang Cheng licked the blood droplets walking around on his lips, and a strange astringency filled his mouth.

pigment.

It is the smell of paint.

Not blood...

Here is a picture.

And they... are all in this picture.

Now that it had been seen through, Lin Chen's expression gradually became calm, and then slowly melted into a pool of colorful paint exuding flavor.

Jiang Cheng removed his shoes to prevent himself from being stuck with paint.

"I'm asking you something." Wu's voice had its ups and downs for the first time. "How do you see that this is in the painting?"

The form gradually changed. Facing the man in black, Jiang Cheng gradually gained confidence, "I am not dead." He looked at Wu behind him and said.

"According to your ability, obviously you can kill me the moment I rush towards Lin Chen." Jiang Cheng looked at him, "but you didn't."

"If Lin Chen is real, then you will never allow this to happen. You and I know what will happen after Lin Chen sees this painting."

Looking at Jiang Cheng, Wu's eyes gradually filled with another emotion, "Go on, I know, it's more than that."

Few people can make Jiang Cheng find the feeling of a match. Chen Ran is one of them. The woman named Li Lu is also quite tricky, as is the middle-aged man next to Xia Meng.

But their strong side is more strategy and means, but the guy in front of him brings him a completely different sense of threat.

In his eyes, Jiang Cheng couldn't find anything that could scare him.

He decided not to irritate him for the time being, so he returned: "But you deliberately let me run to Lin Chen's side, I know this is a trap, as for this is the world in the painting..."

He paused, then pointed to a corner, about 3 to 4 meters away from where he was, and there was a sofa nearby.

It's empty there.

But Wu Que nodded, it seems that he understood Jiang Cheng's meaning, "It's the mirror."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng stepped back slowly while continuing to explain: "I have seen Lin Chen's paintings before, and the last one is this room."

"This is exactly the same as the one in the painting, except...the mirror is missing." Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes. "I remember that someone noticed the mirror in the painting, and that mirror was shining. The real you is out."

"The dark side of you."

"Because you are worried that this layout will be exposed, you erased the existence of that mirror." Jiang Cheng walked to the easel and sighed, "It's not to blame you for being stupid, but I'm smarter."

Before he could say anything, Jiang Cheng slammed his head towards the easel.

Immediately afterwards, the light and shadow in front of him changed. After a few steps, he staggered and stabilized his body.

Opening his eyes again, he was still in Room 0, but the weird feeling that had always haunted him was gone.

The gray filter that was originally shrouded in the room was also removed.

Here, it is the reality in a certain sense.

Just as Jiang Cheng sighed and was about to find the real Lin Chen immediately, a deep voice rang behind him, "Good job."

The moment he heard this sound, Jiang Cheng's body suddenly stiffened.

Wu Wu sat on the shabby cloth sofa behind him, leaning lazily on the back of the sofa, silently looking at the man in front of him who had consciously escaped from death.

Light and shadow flashed in his eyes, as if he was expecting more surprises for him.

"Why?" Jiang Cheng stood still, without turning his head, "Why are you here?"

The previous painting was also from Lin Chen's handwriting, but he was no different from him. He was originally a ghost in the painting. Even if he could escape from that painting, he shouldn't be so fast.

Putting all the previous things on, it seems that this guy has been waiting here.

Everything you do is within the calculation of the other party.

He calculated that he would see through the scam, and that he would leave the picture frame, so what next steps should he take...

Before Jiang Cheng had any reaction, the opponent's speed was in accordance with his body, and there would be no time for any reaction.

0.0 seconds.

Or even shorter, as soon as Jiang Cheng turned around, he was pushed back by a huge force, and then hit the wall behind him hard.

A mouthful of blood was spit out, and it seemed to be mixed with some viscous green meat, which looked like broken internal organs.

No letting go, representing the desperate side, slowly backing away.

Slowly lowering his head, there was blood dripping from the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth, drop by drop on the ground, and in his already red vision, a knife sank into his chest.

The power of horror penetrated directly through his body and nailed him to the wall behind him.

"Originally, you didn't have to suffer such a crime." Looking at Jiang Cheng, Wu Di's eyes faintly showed impatience.

"In the painting, everything will become simple. In that process, you won't have too much pain." Wu Yan said: "It is you who make things complicated."

"It's all your fault, so next..." There was no pause for a second, then looked up, "You have to learn to pay for your actions."

Wu’s eyes became more and more scarlet, and that scarlet was like a monstrous sea rising in a sea of ​​blood, reflected in Jiang Cheng’s eyes, he seemed to see countless people struggling to survive in the sea of ​​blood, and more, floating and sinking residual limbs. Broken arm.

A voice that I had never heard before rang in my ears, like some kind of horn, but it was just like, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a sense of inspiration from the vicissitudes of life.

He saw a huge book appear behind Wu's.

No.

Not just books!

That is...a door~lightnovelpub.net~a door made of bronze.

The huge pressure put Jiang Cheng on the wall, he couldn't move, his limbs trembled uncontrollably, the pressure this door put on him was more terrifying than the knife stuck in his chest.

Two meters away, Wu slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at Jiang Cheng's chest, but in the next second, Jiang Cheng actually felt a hand pierced into his body.

Inch by inch.

The violent pain is like tearing his body apart, but the other party's purpose is obviously not only to kill him, but more like...looking for something.

"The door in your body, leave it to me for safekeeping." Wu's voice seemed to have a strange ability, and Jiang Cheng's consciousness began to collapse.

Some fragments of the picture began to flash in my mind.

The corners of each piece are blackened.

It seems to be soaked in blood and fire.