Welcome to the Nightmare Live Chapter 361

Wen Jianyan hastily quickened her pace and ran towards the place where Hugo was lying.

He knelt down and asked in a low voice:

"Hey, how are you?"

Hugo didn't respond.

Under the weak light, his eyelids were closed tightly, his face was pale, as if he had lost his breath.

Seeing this, Wen Jianyan's heart rose a little. He held the flashlight in one hand, stretched out the other hand, and groped to find the side of the other party's neck.

Under the icy skin, he could vaguely feel a slight beating.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief. Well, it looks like he's not dead yet.

He withdrew his hand and began to examine the wounds on Hugo's body

The five-point solution is serious and completely arranged. The blood is soaked, and it looks particularly shocking. From the front wall to the small building, there is a huge opening made by the street. Man Xiao translated, the blood from the body is like Tang Huaihuahuahuahuahuahuahuahuahuahuahuai's tomb style

Wen Jianyan simply stopped the bleeding for him as quickly as possible.

After doing all this, he turned his head to look at the oil painting lying next to him in a pool of blood.

The lower edge of the painting was submerged in a thick pool of blood, and the mahogany frame seemed to be full of blood, gradually becoming more colorful. That picture is only half painted.

On the canvas, Hugo's lifelike face can be clearly seen, almost giving people the illusion that the person in the painting is alive, but the parts below the shoulders are still blank, as if it has not been completed yet.

blood?

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback, and in his mind, when he met the gentleman and the others in the painting shop, he glimpsed the paleness of blood loss from the other person's face.

In other words, all the portraits in this corridor are fed by the blood of the portrait owner?

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the oil painting in the pool of blood again.

However, even though the second half has been completely soaked in Hugo's blood, for some reason, the oil painting still maintains a semi-finished state.

Could it be that it must flow directly from the body?

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan squatted down and picked up the painting from the ground.

It's obviously a big one, but it's not too heavy, and it even looks a little light.

He brought the painting to the unconscious Hugo, and without changing his face, he pressed on the wound that he had just treated briefly on the other side.

Even though he was still in a coma, Hugo's body still shook violently, and his brows could not help but wrinkle tightly on his pale face that had lost too much blood, looking extremely painful.

With fresh hot blood pouring out of his wound, the mahogany frame became more and more colorful. Seeing this, Wen Jianyan couldn't help holding her breath slightly.

A thick, suffocating smell of blood floated in the dark corridor.

Under Wen Jianyan's gaze, the half-finished picture was slowly and automatically being completed. In the portrait, the part below Hugo's shoulders was gradually completed by invisible brushstrokes.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems. I guessed right.

The painting had to be drawn directly with blood that flowed directly from the wound. However, at the same time, a new question popped up in his heart again.

Wen Jianyan frowned slightly.

If

If the place he fell into now was just a certain image left in the past, then the current situation that cannot be deciphered by Hugo alone should not exist.

Wen Jianyan held the picture frame with one hand, turned her head and glanced around.

There was a dead silence in the corridor, except for himself and the unconscious Hugo at his feet, there was no other figure.

Wen Jianyan lowered his head and carefully kicked Hugo's arm:

"Hey!, Hey! Wake up!"

Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, Hugo remained unconscious and did not wake up.

However, under the current situation, Wen Jianyan had to start to doubt

Is what he is entering now really just an image from the past? In fact, he had already had similar doubts in the mask shop.

You know, the real coins in his hand were obtained from the real copy, but he was able to spend them in the image smoothly, and after he tentatively paid, he found that the number of real coins in his hand had indeed decreased This matter itself was a bit strange, so after leaving the mask shop, Wen Jianyan gave Hugo a "suggestion". Apart from taking it as a reward, it was also mixed with a little tentative meaning.

Try to find out what the essence of the area you are in now is.

But now, every clue, without any details, seems to be pointing in the same direction——

This is not just a "image of the past".

As time went by, the **** smell intensified little by little. Immediately afterwards, strange phenomena began to occur.

On both sides of the dark corridor, the motionless portraits began to become restless. Pale faces moved slowly, and pairs of gloomy eyes looked in this direction. I don't know if it was an illusion.

Wen Jianyan pulled out of his contemplation and looked around vigilantly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that there is some kind of cold and greedy malice in these gazes, like hunger.

Under the gaze of countless gazes, he couldn't help but feel creepy.

Soon, it wasn't just the sight that was disturbing.

Under the faint light, the people in some oil paintings are becoming blurred little by little, as if they have disappeared from the oil paintings, or

walked out.

One after another.

Those pale faces full of malice disappeared from the oil painting, and in the mahogany frame of different shades, the canvas that originally presented a complete human figure gradually turned into a cold mirror. However, no image can be reflected on the mirror

On the contrary, there is only a bottomless darkness, like empty black holes, leading to unknown worlds.

"Da da da."

Footsteps came from all directions.

Wen Jianyan's hairs stood on end immediately, and he felt an urge to run away if he wanted to pull his legs out.

He finally knew why Hugo was so seriously injured in this corridor, and why Gentleman and Anis were so cautious. If you make any outrageous actions, you will even be tricked twice by them because of too many scruples.

He gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and looked at the oil painting in his hand.

The painting has entered the final stage.

The mahogany frame is bright and thick, as if blood can flow from it.

In the portrait, Hugo's face is lifelike, with a skin-like texture, and even his eyes seem to be filled with light, as he stares out of the painting without saying a word. Below, the pair of overlapping palms are gradually emerging from the screen. This is the last blank space in the screen.

It's coming soon.

Wen Jianyan's heartbeat gradually increased, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

However, when the painting was slowly being completed, the footsteps around became more dense and hurried. It seemed that countless unknown and terrifying existences were surrounding the concave surface from all directions, approaching this direction faster and faster!

Wen Jianyan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he subconsciously tightened his fingers.

The painting is done!

He picked up the painting abruptly and turned around as fast as possible.

However, he was still too slow.

The sound of footsteps was already approaching, as if they sounded from a few steps away, and a chill came straight from behind. Wen Jianyan realized immediately. It was too late.

The ghost is behind.

Without warning, the footsteps stopped.

There was a dead silence in the ears, as if nothing just happened.

The entire corridor returned to silence, and Wen Jianyan could only hear his own rapid breathing and panting. He carefully opened his eyelids.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything.

The flashlight lay at the feet, giving off a faint glow, but it was barely doing anything.

However, no matter it was the sound of footsteps or the heavy shadows, they all disappeared at that moment without a trace.

safe?

still?

Now is not the time to think about it.

Wen Jianyan didn't have time to think about it, and rushed towards the wall beside him quickly, and then pasted the painting in his hand on the wall——

Although there were no hooks on the wall, the moment the oil painting was attached to the wall, it was firmly hung on it. It seemed to be integrated with the wall, attracted by some invisible force. Grab it tightly and forcefully peel it from Wen Jianyan's hands.

On the screen, Hugo's figure is gradually fading away.

Same as any other painting.

The moment it merged with the wall, Hugo's portrait also turned into a mirror, and there was darkness under the cold and smooth surface.

It was a success?

Wen Jianyan blinked, feeling a little unsure for a moment. He moved closer and looked into the dark picture frame.

The depths of the screen are dark, and nothing can be seen clearly.

It's not like there's nothing at all

Wen Jianyan seemed to be attracted by something in the picture, and involuntarily leaned forward again.

It wasn't pure, empty black, on the contrary, there was some kind of strange liquid flowing in it, and under his gaze, it seemed to be still flowing slowly. This material seems to be inexplicably familiar.

Wen Jianyan took a step back slowly, and carefully opened the distance between him and the mirror.

He glanced at the other paintings.

Well, not much difference.

That must have been a success.

Wen Jianyan faced this, turned around, and prepared to leave this ominous place.

However, as soon as he turned his head, the whole person froze.

Everything seemed to be the same as when he just left, but it seemed that earth-shaking changes had taken place.

The darkness seems to cut some.

Wen Jianyan could barely see the surrounding space.

Outside the place where he just stood, there are dense beds all around are "shadows", they are shoulder to shoulder, motionless, standing stiffly and straight in place, as if they were forcibly stopped in the middle of walking. The pale faces and empty eyes all symbolized their identities.

ghost.

Hugo was still lying unconscious on the ground, with pools of blood under his body, motionless and lifeless.

And there was a person standing beside Hugo.

Or

god?

The black-haired, golden-eyed man stood aside, spell-like, seductive lines winding on his pale and cold skin, extending under the robe made of black mist. He lowered his eyes expressionlessly, staring at the lying A dying human being at his feet.

Wen Jianyan: ""

An intense burning sensation emerges from beneath the skin.

For some reason, he felt a strange danger.

As if sensing Wen Jianyan's gaze, the other party slowly raised his eyes and looked over.

""Wen Jianyan has a thorn in his back.

Gan.

Why do I feel like I've been caught cheating.

Chapter end