Chapter 826 - Finally Here, the Fourteenth (2/2)
Last time, when I was here with the shadow, this didn’t happen. Is this because they’ve sensed Zhou Tu?
Reality showed the uniqueness of Zhou Tu again. Chen Ge signaled for the other members to stick close to Zhou Tu. Once things worsened, they would forcibly drag Zhou Tu away. The blood on the painting turned redder, bursting with a blood mist. The scent of blood started to fill the air.
“Things are not looking good!” Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood around Zhou Tu. They realized that the blood mist in the room had started to gather toward Zhou Tu like a giant man-eating flower that was opening its petals. “These things want to enter Zhou Tu’s body!”
The blood fog avoided everyone else and stuck to Zhou Tu.
“Mr. Bai, we can’t wait any longer! We need to hurry and leave!” To prevent Zhou Tu from being consumed by the blood mist, out of concern, Zhu Long reached out to grip Zhou Tu’s arm. He wished to pull Zhou Tu out from the fog, but once he pulled, the blood fog coagulated into a physical rope and circled itself around Zhou Tu’s neck, hanging the young man in the middle of the room.
“Zhou Tu!” The rope lassoed around Zhou Tu’s neck. Zhou Tu swung in the room like a pendulum. He looked just like himself in the painting.
He had already seen his own death and had recorded the picture of his death perfectly.
“I have painted my own death. I can see myself getting hanged to death. I can see the breath leaving my body…”
The atmosphere in the room darkened, and more blood stains leaked out from the paintings. As Zhou Tu swung in the middle of the room, the characters inside the paintings appeared to be caught in a maddening party.
“Hanging is different from any other death. Unlike using knife piercing through the heart, after a short period of numbness, the body will feel like it’s being burned as pain spreads through the body. This is a very gentle way to die. As strength seeps away and oxygen decreases, the despair increases. You will be able to experience every second of your death.”
A male voice echoed in the room. It seemed to have originated from one of the paintings, but it also felt like it came from the edges of the walls and floor. Chen Ge could not ascertain where it came from, but he knew that the person who spoke then was similar to the one who had intervened at the education block’s top floor toilet.
“There is no need to fear death. I know you will return. No matter how many times you try to run, you’ll always be one of us.” The voice seemed to be speaking to Zhou Tu. It was impossible to tell where it came from. If one listened closely, one might even suspect that the voice had come from Zhou Tu’s own mouth.
“Do not resist. You have completed your mission. Take your seat quietly and wait for the last painter to arrive.”
The blood mist surrounded Zhou Tu, and the young man became scary. His body was shrinking at an impossible speed. Just as everyone had their attention on Zhou Tu, a fourteenth easel appeared in the room.
The mist rolled around the fourteenth easel, and a faded red color was left on the paper that was as smooth as human skin. From a far, it looked like the fluttering of a red dress.