Chapter 0825 – Finally Arrived, The Fourteenth
”You in the painting?” Chen Ge also came over, he had seen all thirteen paintings in the painting room, and still had some impression of the fourth painting, “Did you paint this one?”
Zhou Tu didn’t say anything, his soul seemed to be sucked into the painting, his eyes staring at the canvas.
The fourth painting, painted exactly this oil painting room.
In the upper half of the painting, thirteen painters were sitting on chairs and painting, and the lower half of the painting was a blood-red color, thirteen painters died tragically on their seats in different ways.
It is important to note that the first half of the painting shows the painters drawing on their panels in the exact manner in which they died horribly.
These painters already knew what was going to happen to them, but they didn’t choose to change, instead, they recorded everything in its entirety.
When Chen Ge first came to the oil painting room, he lingered next to this painting for a long time, he didn’t expect that this painting would be created by Zhou Tu.
A closer look was able to reveal that the painter sitting fourth in the painting was similar in appearance to Zhou Tu.
”All the other paintings are trying their best to represent the upside down world, but only this one, the painting is of the painter himself.” Chen Ge did not bother Zhou Tu as his eyes moved between the painting and Zhou Tu, “What has Zhou Tu experienced? Why is his painting so different?”
Of the thirteen painters, Zhou Tu was ranked fourth, he was not the most senior, but he had the most unique perspective.
Unlike the others when their memories awakened, Zhou Tu stayed beside the easel, nothing changed in him, but the atmosphere inside the painting room was subtly changing.
The feeling was indescribable, as if the portraits in the paintings all had their eyes opened, and they were being watched by a single gaze.
”Why am I suddenly a little cold?” Wang Yicheng shrank his neck and hid behind Zhang Torch as he looked around blankly, his eyes harboring a hint of panic.
”Zhou Tu?” Zhang Torch also developed a very bad feeling as he tapped Zhou Tu’s shoulder.
Eyelashes blinking, Zhou Tu’s body seemed to have frozen, his eyes reflecting the entire drawing room, his face without a trace of blood color.
”Am I already dead?”
A hoarse voice squeezed out from his lips, and at the same time he opened his mouth to speak, the painter who was fourth in line in the scroll suddenly moved.
The painter who was originally sitting on the chair suddenly threw away the paintbrush in his hand, grabbed his neck with both hands, and his legs continuously stomped and kicked, as if he was strangled by an invisible rope around his neck.
His eyes were bulging out, about to be pushed out of their sockets, and he struggled desperately, but his body left the seat a little bit.
His head was filled with blood, his expression was distorted, and he gradually became like himself in the painting.
Even more horrifyingly, in the lower half of the painting, the Zhou Tu who was in a blood-red world was slowly showing a smile on his face.
”Zhou Tu! Your neck!” Wang Yicheng pointed at Zhou Tu’s neck and shouted loudly.
Zhou Tu, who was standing outside the oil painting, his body was slowly becoming the same as his own in the oil painting, a black and purple mark appeared above his neck, and the color of that mark continued to deepen as time went by.
The neck became deformed, and a ticking sound came from his ears.
Looking for that sound, Chen Ge found that in the lower half of the fourth oil painting, the Zhou Tu, who had died tragically after being locked up in the blood-red world, had come to life at some point.
He was covered in blood lying underneath the canvas, his face was tightly pressed against the canvas, his mouth was split open, and blood was flowing down his face.
The bulging eyes, through the canvas, stared straight at Zhou Tu who was standing outside the painting, and it seemed to be crawling out of the painting to drag Zhou Tu outside the scroll in!
”Teacher Bai, should we take Zhou Tu away?”
The sound of ticking gradually increased, coming from all directions of the classroom!
Turning their heads to look, the few members of the Paranormal Research Club realized that all the portraits of the people in the entire oil painting room were showing abnormalities.
The people in the paintings were slumped over the frames, and they all seemed as if they were ready to come out!
”This didn’t happen last time when Shadow and I came over, could it be because they sensed Zhou Tu?”
The facts once again proved Zhou Tu’s unusualness, Chen Ge signaled the other club members to get close to Zhou Tu, and once problems arose, immediately forcefully take Zhou Tu away.
The color of the blood on the oil painting became vivid, escaping into a red mist, and an increasingly thick smell of blood began to appear.
”The situation is not good!” Zhang Torch and Zhu Long stood beside Zhou Tu as they realized that the blood mist in the room was starting to converge 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 latched onto Zhou Tu’s body, gathering more and more.
”Teacher Bai! We can’t wait any longer! Let’s hurry and leave!” Zhu Long reached out and grabbed Zhou Tu’s arm in his haste to prevent him from being completely devoured by the blood mist.
He originally had good intentions, wanting to drag Zhou Tu out from the center of the blood mist, but who knew that as soon as he exerted his force, the blood mist instantly coalesced into a wrist-thick rope that strangled Zhou Tu’s neck, hanging him in the center of the room.
”Zhou Tu!”
With his neck entangled in the cohesive rope of blood, Zhou Tu seemed to sway around the room like a pendulum, and he looked exactly like himself in the painting at this moment.
He had seen his own death, recording his tragic death in its entirety.
”I painted myself when I died with my own hands, I watched myself being hanged, I watched myself not being able to breathe ……”
The atmosphere in the oil painting room became even more depressing, as more and more blood stains flowed out of the painting, and the people in the painting all went into a frenzy as they watched Zhou Tu, who was hanged in the center of the room.
”Hanging is different from other ways of dying, it’s not like stabbing the heart with a knife, after a short period of numbness, the body feels as if it’s being burned by a fire, and the pain spreads throughout the body from the wound. It is a very gentle way to die, strength is drained, oxygen decreases little by little, despair increases little by little, and you can clearly feel the process of your own death.”
The male voice came out from a certain direction in the room, as if from the paintings on the walls, or from the cracks in the floor and the siding.
Chen Ge couldn’t determine the location of the voice, but he could tell that the person who opened his mouth to speak in the oil painting room at this moment was the same person who spoke in the toilet on the top floor of the school building.
”Death doesn’t have to be feared, I know you’ll come back, no matter how many times you escape, you’re still a member here after all.”
That voice seemed to be speaking to Zhou Tu, it was impossible to capture the location of the owner of the voice, if one listened carefully one would even realize that the voice seemed to be coming out of Zhou Tu’s own mouth.
”Do not resist, your mission has been completed, sit quietly in your position and wait for the last painter to enter.”
The blood mist enveloped Zhou Tu, his appearance became more and more terrifying, his body size thinning 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 escaping blood mist floated to the fourteenth easel, leaving a faint blood red color on the canvas that was as smooth as human skin, and from afar it looked like a skirt dyed in blood.