Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet

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Wang Hongrui was sitting on the ground, sweating profusely, looking at the painting in front of him in disbelief, his face began to become distorted.

I was also frightened by the paintings there, and I could even hear the sound of continuous gassing beside me.

It's a peaceful voice.

I turned my head slightly and saw a terrified expression on her face. The rapid sound of breathing made me very worried.

The devil hugged me tightly, as if to appease me, I wiped the sweat on my forehead, felt a layer of sweat behind my back, and stuck my clothes to my body.

My heart was shaking, my legs were shaking, my brain was roaring again, my face was hot, and my head was dizzy.

This is where I am now.

My mind was blank, and I wanted to take my eyes off the painting, but I couldn't do it.

My eyes were out of my control, and I kept moving towards the shocking painting.

Obviously ... it's so horrible, why can't you leave your eyes alone?

Wang Hongrui's eyes were convex, and he quickly climbed from the ground, and flung towards the portrait frantically. He swung the painting to the ground, his face was moist, and I wonder if it was sweat or tears that shed because of fear. together.

"Impossible! It's impossible!" His emotions started to get out of control!

"I don't believe it! Don't believe it!"

After he tossed the first painting aside, he panicked his hands and feet and began to tear down the second painting. The red rope was violently torn open, the dust cloth brush was pulled, and it fell to the ground.

I felt another blow and hit my heart, and my heart trembled, turning my head and burying my face in the arms of the demon, and I did not want to see the painting again.

The picture is a monster. Yes, the monster has a cat face, but its limbs are twisted into other shapes. A large black vortex seems to **** half of its face into a certain space. , Causing its face to become distorted and unrecognizable.

The eyeballs did not know where they had gone. A large mutated bird in the sky was bowing its head, the sharp beak tore up the fur on its back, and the poor fur that fell into the beak was as thin as a piece of paper. , I feel tearing at any time.

The monster's twisted hand gripped the bird as if struggling.

It's a pity that I haven't watched this scene. I just saw the first one, and I have started to doubt my life.

I even doubt the meaning of this world.

What kind of painter can I draw such a picture? Many people say that a person's handwriting can see the person's character, and a person's behavior can represent a person's culture.

So what is this? For painters, painting has become their "facade", their inner world, and they express their feelings and thoughts through painting.

What kind of man is this man named Roman Drizzt, and what has he experienced to draw this chilling transformation?

Wang Hongrui is also an artist. He naturally knows what a painting represents to an artist.

He knelt on the ground and frantically started tearing the third painting.

An Ning is no longer with me. When Wang Hongrui took apart the second painting, she flew out with her mouth covered. I vaguely heard her leaning against the door and constantly retching. The strength was so strong that she could Spit out his own stomach.

Wang Hongrui was crazy. He kept tearing one picture after another, until all six paintings appeared in front of his eyes, his body shook for a while, and he was about to fall to the ground.

The big hand of the devil pressed my back of the head and pressed me against his chest. I heard Wang Hongrui's weeping sound, and the feeling of despair swept up. I couldn't bear it, I was trying to raise my head, and the hand behind my head was a force. .

"Don't look, you'll have nightmares."

"but……"

I said, actually I regret coming in to see the painting, but Wang Hongrui's move now is not just because of fear.

I didn't want me to look up, I had to face his chest and asked worriedly, "These paintings ... are exactly like your dreams?"

Wang Hongrui's sobbing sound even louder, An Ning walked in, and when his eyes narrowed to the direction of the painting, the whole face turned blue-gray, his face twisted, he turned his head, and rushed out of the door again.

I was crushed to death by the ghost, and I couldn't see the status of Wang Hongrui at this moment, as well as the later paintings.

However, I was able to hear the continuous snort from my ear, but his condition was very bad.

It can be said that it is very bad and can be described by the word crash.

My question Wang Hongrui didn't answer, but I had some idea in my heart.

"Let's go out first."

When Anning heard me say this, she stood outside the door, her voice muffled: "Come out, I can't stand it."

Wang Hongrui was still sitting there, without moving, I sighed: "Calm down, we leave here first."

The seducer kept holding me in his arms and appeared outside the room like a gust of wind, before letting go of the hand that pressed my head.

After a long time, Wang Hongrui stepped out of the room. I saw him with a face that had been damaged by fear and depression. At this moment, the facial muscles were shaking constantly.

An Ning's eyes were moist. At first glance, it was left over by retching.

She waved her hand towards me, her face as adobe: "Curious, killing the cat, Xiaohua, knew that I would not go in to die."

I replied a little funny: "I think so too."

Wang Hongrui hadn't returned yet, and stood aside stupidly, obviously frightened and couldn't find the north.

"Two pictures are already at their limit. I wouldn't have let you into that room."

The scum uttered.

I glanced at him apologetically and worried him.

I know he will never let me enter the room to see the paintings. I can see the two because of him.

He gave me enough respect. The paintings were dangerous. I wanted to see that he allowed it, but within his control, he would protect me and prevent me from suffering more heart damage.

My heart was moved and warmed again, but the performance of Wang Hongrui made my heart cool down quickly.

He walked towards the door of the employee's lounge with some dismay.

"It's exactly the same ... exactly the same, how can it be, why is there such a thing in the world?"

An Ning patted his chest and interjected: "Because those paintings have ghosts, they disturb your dreams and make you have nightmares related to those paintings."

I remember he described that there was a white-skinned monster in a dream, and I swallowed. I knew that I would now ask myself something about that monster, and it would be a great blow to him.

His heart must be weaker than paper, at least for the moment.

However, if I could get his accurate answer, things could be much easier.

"Are there the monster in your dream in those six paintings?"

Wang Hongrui's body trembled suddenly, like a candle remaining in the wind, which would go out at any time.

He nodded tiredly, leaning against the wall, walking slowly forward towards the door.

I got the answer, and didn't force him to tell me anything more. An Ning spread his hands towards me with a look of frustration. The sequelae left by those paintings have not faded away.

I held my chin in my hand, thinking about the connection between these people.

When I sat on the lounge seat, Wang Hongrui spoke.

"Let ’s go. I do n’t need your help. I will burn those paintings after the show."

When I heard this sentence, I was a little overwhelmed for a while. I glanced at the ghost and worried: "The painting is burned, it may not dispel your nightmares."

"I don't care, you go, I don't want your help."

He was a little emotional, and I understand why he said that because he just saw the six paintings.

An Ning said quietly, "I know why Grandpa would let us go back quickly. This matter is really beyond our control."

Her eyes dropped and she lost her way.

I heard what she meant, and although I wasn't reconciled, I finally gave up.

Wang Hongrui constantly urged us to leave. In the end, I accompanied Anning and left the lounge together and left the exhibition hall.

"Xiaohua, are you still thinking about those paintings?"

An Ning asked me curiously, frowning, seeing me all the way.

I nodded: "We can't help him directly, but I still want to share his troubles indirectly."

"If we can find a metaphysical painter, the six paintings and the focus of dreams may be able to free him from the nightmare."

An Ning didn't say anything. It took a long time to shoot with both hands. It seemed like a determination was made, saying, "Well, tomorrow you will come to the grandpa's shop. I'm sure that grandpa must know something. We don't come to drive the ghost out for him. It ’s a little help to help him! "

I looked at Anning gratefully: "You are really ... I don't know how to thank you."

"Hey, thank me for not saying anything. After I contacted Wang Hongrui, I really liked him and didn't want him to become a lunatic because of those six paintings. He lost his future."

"I think I told my grandfather like this, he would never hide it, right, as long as we are not involved in the risk, my grandfather will naturally tell us about the metaphysical painter."

An Ning was very firm, and my heart also let go.

That's it. I can't force Segui to help Wang Hongrui. In that case, I'm too selfish.

I made this decision after some thought.

The seducer seemed to feel the thought in my heart, took my hand and squeezed it, and the strength was not too light, I knew that he heard my voice again, and yelled in his heart fiercely.

"Don't spy on my thoughts!"

His chuckling came from my ear, and I was a little annoyed, trying to pull my hand out of his hand!

An Ning walked beside me and ate: "You just bully me and I don't see the King, don't think I can't see you showing off love!"

She was indignant: "The Single Dog Association has strongly condemned you!"