Doomsday Wonderland

Just when Ji Shanqing was startled and reflexively wanted to look behind Qing Jiuliu, he stretched out his arm and held him down - "Don't move! Look."

What's wrong?

Ji Shanqing immediately froze, and every hair on his body became an antenna, desperately searching for dangerous signals. In his peripheral vision, Qingjiuru raised his hand and quickly pointed at the eighth picture on the wall - just like the one in the seventh picture.

He was too careless.

Why did you make the same action as shown in the seventh picture? Aren't you worried about the consequences if you act according to the picture? Even if the arrangement of images on the wall is a bit messy, and it’s hard to tell which one follows which, you can still open your mouth and ask him to find it...

Ji Shanqing swallowed his anxiety and fear, and cursed Qing Jiuliu in his stomach. His eyes followed his fingers and landed on the eighth picture.

In this picture, the little figure representing Ji Shanqing just turned around, stuck his head out, and glanced at the back of Qing Jiuliu's figure; in this already clear and precise image, "Ji Shanqing" "The face was full of surprise and confusion - Ji Shanqing could imagine that he probably had the same expression on his face when he just finished reading the previous picture.

This expression also means... the little man representing Ji Shanqing seems to be completely invisible. The black figure on the back of "Qing Jiuliu" also turned his head towards him, facing his face, and slowly opened his mouth .

Ji Shanqing almost wanted to scream.

Strangely enough, the picture did not move, but he just felt that the black figure was "slowly opening its mouth" - not only was it opening its mouth, but the neck of the black figure was also gradually lengthening and tapering, as if A bamboo pole lifted the head, and its mouth, which suddenly opened like a snake's kiss, was brought to the face of "Ji Shanqing", almost touching the tip of his nose.

The head was obviously not big, but when the mouth was fully opened, it was enough to completely swallow his face.

...Fortunately, Qing Jiuliu stopped him quickly and didn't let Ji Shanqing really face him.

But even if he was stopped in time, there was only an arm's length between him and Qing Jiuliu... too close, Ji Shanqing resisted the desire to tremble, too close to himself.

"It seems that what is shown in the picture may not necessarily become reality." Beside him, Qingjiuru was muttering: "You didn't come over and look at my back... Of course, what happened in the eighth picture didn't happen. Happens, right?”

Ji Shanqing wanted to nod, but his neck didn't move, so he could only say "hmm" reluctantly.

He stood in front of the wall. For a moment, his mind seemed to be a town swept by a storm. It was full of fragments with nowhere to put it, and was filled with a sense of chaos that swallowed up the order.

"Where's my sister?" The first thing Ji Shanqing could say was: "Where is the next picture of my sister?"

It wasn't that he wasn't worried about the safety of the two of him; but he had to see Lin Sanjiu's drawing first.

He wants to know how his sister is doing, which is of course a very important reason; the other reason is that even Lin Sanjiu in the picture is still the only Lin Sanjiu that Ji Shanqing can meet and see at the moment—— At this moment, he had no other way to get closer to his sister.

Staying closer to his sister was the only way to not make him so scared.

"No..." Qingjiuru said in a low voice, "I haven't seen any pictures of her anymore."

Ji Shanqing took a deep breath again. When his sister did this, he would calm down slightly; he took a breath, but he was still forced to be alone with his fear in his dark mind.

where is she? If she yells now, can she hear her?

No matter who left the picture, it seemed that he was very clear about his feelings for his sister - putting a picture of Lin Sanjiu about to be dragged to the bottom of the river by a water ghost and drowning, even if it was difficult to tell whether it was true or not, was enough to confuse him. I feel anxious and restless.

There's no way to get out of here if you don't calm down... Ji Shanqing thought as he forced himself to concentrate. They fell into a trap... What exactly was on Kiyokuru's back?

"Do you feel anything on your back now?" He didn't dare to turn around and asked in a low voice.

Qingjiure was stunned for a moment, as if he was surprised by this question. "No," he replied after a pause. "Did you see the ninth picture?"

The ninth picture is located at the end of the left side of the stone wall and is difficult to find. Ji Shanqing's position is close to the left side of the stone wall, while Qing Jiuliu is standing on the right side. From the latter's perspective, it may be difficult to see clearly - Ji Shanqing bites the bullet, and even if he doesn't want to, he has to raise his hand and point. He looked at the stone wall on the left and said, "Here."

Qingjiuru said "hmm" through his nose, as if he was a little unsure.

This is inevitable... Ji Shanqing thought. Each painting on the wall has no frame, but a hard-to-read number is written in an inconspicuous corner or in the overlapping lines of the painting.

Looking at that " again, I'm a little unsure; is that a "9"?

Or a...hook?

No, it seems more like a loop of rope; embedded in the picture of the loop is a "9".

The black figure lying on Qingjiuru's back retracted his head again and climbed up his shoulders little by little, like a huge, human-shaped gecko. No matter whether it was Qing Jiuliu under it or Ji Shanqing beside it, they seemed to be still unaware - the two small figures were still standing in front of the stone wall, motionless, their positions unchanged, each staring in front of them as if they were sluggish. Pictures on the stone wall.

From the head of "Ji Shanqing", a rope loop gradually hung down.

The rope loop swayed down, and I didn't know where the other end was tied - wasn't there just the night sky above my head? ——It will soon touch the head of "Ji Shanqing".

Ji Shanqing immediately resisted the urge to look up. He is not stupid, he will not expose his neck actively.

"We may not be able to walk out of this alley corner for the time being," Qingjiu Liu beside him was saying as calmly as possible: "The road on your left...isn't a road?"

Ji Shanqing wiped his eyes and slowly turned his head.

He never dared to turn his head completely to look at the path they were supposed to turn onto. From the corner of his eye, he told him that the path was not much different from the previous streets. They were all made of layers of stone slabs without a trace of light; but something else was quietly tempting him to turn his head again and again. Tell him to look carefully - because that thing knows what Ji Shanqing will see.

...a painting carved on a stone wall.

It's not quite accurate to say "painting", because it is precise, three-dimensional, and extremely real, and can almost be called a relief. In such a dim night, if you don't look at it face to face and look carefully, just using your peripheral vision, I am afraid that anyone will think that it is a small road - but it only shows the relief of a small road.

As if his eyes would be burned, Ji Shanqing turned his head back violently - he did not forget the rope loop that might be falling towards him at this time - he did not dare to raise his head, but he also did not dare to stand still. , hurriedly took two steps back and shouted: "I..."

As soon as the word came out of his mouth, he found that he had just seen the tenth painting.

In the tenth painting, "Ji Shanqing", like himself just now, turned his head to the left and saw the relief pretending to be a path; half of the noose was already softly placed on his Overhead, but the rope continued to go down, like a limp snake searching for its neck.

Not far from him, "Qing Jiuliu" was pointing to the false road with his hand raised, and he was talking, as if he was gesturing to Ji Shanqing to look at it - this was the same as before. However, the black figure sitting on his shoulder had reached out his hands at some point and had already firmly covered Qing Jiuli's eyes.

blocked?

So how did he see the false road?

Ji Shanqing was suddenly startled, and was about to turn around to see Qing Jiu Liu - this was the first time he had truly seen Qing Jiu Liu directly with his naked eyes after discovering the stone wall paintings - but before his eyes fell on him On the body, Ji Shanqing's eyes suddenly stopped when he was halfway there.

He discovered the eleventh picture among the paintings on the wall.

In this picture, the villain "Ji Shanqing" is indeed the same as him just now, UU Reading www.uukanshu. net has taken two steps back; the rope in mid-air fell into the air, but it did not catch Ji Shanqing's neck.

On the other side, "Qing Jiuru" was still standing where he was.

In other words, Ji Shanqing believes that the human figure should represent Qingjiu Liu - its figure, clothing and body shape are exactly the same as "Qing Jiu Liu" in the previous painting. The only difference is that the entire head has disappeared.

Instead, there was an almost shapeless mass of darkness, hovering messily where Qingjiuru's head should be, facing Ji Shanqing straight from his neck, as if waiting for him to turn his head.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Qingjiuru's voice sounded from the side. "Why don't you turn around?"

If there was just a mass of darkness in the painting that replaced the head of "Qing Jiuliu", then no matter how timid Ji Shanqing was, he wouldn't have dared to look at him. But right next to the eleventh painting is the twelfth one.

In the twelfth painting, "Ji Shanqing" and "Qing Jiuliu" are facing each other, and it is obvious that he has seen the black mass on the other's neck.

However, the body of "Ji Shanqing" is falling softly to the ground - in this painting, all the details can be said to be lifelike, so it can be clearly seen that the twelfth painting Ji Shanqing inside is already dead.

"Can you see?" Ji Shanqing asked in a low voice, resisting turning her head to look at him.

"You can see it," Kiyokuru replied.

"Then take a look at the eleventh and twelfth paintings... and you'll know why I refuse to turn around."

So far, all the information in the painting cannot be regarded as real and reliable clues - the person who launched this trap must hope to drive a wedge between the two - but at the same time, one cannot not believe it.

Because at this moment, in front of Ji Shanqing's eyes, a disappointed rope loop was hanging precariously.