Chapter 116: Never Lived, Never Died
After Wang Yu finished his last stroke, he stood up with satisfaction and gently shook the drawing paper in his hand, allowing the portrait he had just completed to stretch and stand upright in the air.
He just carried the portrait and walked towards Liu Yang step by step.
The portrait swayed gently in the air, and the lines on the portrait seemed to come alive, and every detail was so vivid that it was terrifying and sickening.
The sunken cheeks seemed to be corroded by time, and the wrinkled grooves were filled with despair; the shriveled chest had lost its vital expansion, and the internal organs seemed to be hollowed out and without temperature; the skinny limbs were like dehydrated old tree roots, with only jagged outlines left; and the pair of empty eyes, without any color, were like two dead holes.
Liu Yang stared with his eyes wide open, his whole body stiffly sitting on the chair, staring at the portrait without blinking.
As the portrait shook, it seemed to his eyes that the rotten corpse in the painting was reawakened, and was slowly walking out of the frame with a twisted and terrifying posture, staggering and crashing into his arms.
The horrifying scene made him feel cold all over, and his stomach and intestines were filled with uncontrollable nausea, and there was a surge in his throat.
However, the strange thing was that in addition to the instinctive fear, Liu Yang's body also had an indescribable sense of familiarity? But this rotten corpse clearly couldn't even see the facial features, how could he recognize him?
The shaking paper and the horrible rotten corpse crashed into Liu Yang's arms. He felt as if he was electrocuted and wanted to push the rotten corpse away, but his hands uncontrollably held the painting in his arms.
He hugged it tightly, wrapping his arms around the painting, and pressed it hard against his chest, as if by doing so he could stuff the rotten corpse of the painting into his shriveled chest.
It seemed as if by doing so, the rotten corpse in the painting could come alive in his body.
"I……"
Liu Yang's eyes were dull and confused. He slowly lowered his head, and the world in front of him seemed to have changed drastically in an instant.
In his arms, there was only a piece of drawing paper that he had torn into pieces, and the rotten corpse that walked out of the painting disappeared.
Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, a strong stench hit his nose.
It was like a nasal cavity that had been blocked for a long time was suddenly unblocked. The smell was so pungent and so close that it seemed to be coming from one's body.
Liu Yang's pupils shrank sharply, becoming as small as a needle tip. He saw himself sitting on a chair, with a shriveled chest, skinny limbs, and a foul smell...himself.
"Me...myself?"
Liu Yang's head seemed to be splitting apart, and an extremely horrifying thought exploded in his mind.
His mouth twisted and uttered a hoarse and strange human voice, like a howl suddenly uttered by a person who had not spoken for a long time: "Rotten corpse, it's me?!!"
A voice that tore through the fog in his ears answered him: "This is your portrait. Open your eyes and take a look before you die. This is what you really look like."
This answer was so absurd and horrifying that Liu Yang didn't believe it at all, but blood flowed from the two empty black holes on his face. He was crying silently without tears.
Liu Yang raised his head with difficulty, his weeping eyes staring at Wang Yu who was slowly approaching. His lips trembled, and he stammered with all his strength, "Wang Yu, I...I...I...what's wrong with me?"
Wang Yu's face was calm and indifferent. He gently turned the pen in his hand a few times, and the tip of the pen lightly touched Liu Yang's throat, then poked it in little by little, gently but steadily.
Liu Yang seemed not to feel any pain. His eyes were always on Wang Yu, as if he was indifferent to everything and turned a deaf ear to everything.
The moment Liu Yang saw the painting, he woke up from his dream of life. As for the dead, how could they resist death? "Don't be afraid. You just woke up and remembered your true self."
Wang Yu slowly pulled out the pen, and blood spurted out, soaking Liu Yang's dry body and the broken drawing paper into red.
"Most people have never truly lived from birth to death, but you are different. I helped you to come back to life before you died, so as to help you truly die." Wang Yu said seriously.
Liu Yang raised his head, letting the blood in his neck flow onto his face and splash into his eyes, so that the two dead black holes were illuminated again by the blood of life.
"Thanks……!"
Liu Yang's voice was dry and weak, and his two black hole-like eyes turned pale after the blood color faded.
Wang Yu gently closed Liu Yang's eyes, turned and walked towards Wang Xu, who had woken up in shock and was too frightened to speak.
“You…you…don’t come over here.” Wang Xu stared at Wang Yu with his eyes wide open, his tongue stiff, completely unable to understand what was going on.
Wang Yu slowly squatted down, gently pulled the corner of Wang Xu's clothes, and used it to wipe the blood off the tip of the pen.
He asked softly again: "I believe Liu Yang, he didn't leak the news to others, so I reward him for waking up from his dream."
"What about you? Did you deceive Liu Yang? Did you sell the information to others?"
Wang Xu shook his head frantically, his face was pale, and his teeth were chattering: "I didn't, I didn't tell anyone except Liu Tou'er, really, please let me go..."
Wang Yu confirmed that the latter was not lying. He smiled and took out a bottle from the corner of the sofa.
The bottle is transparent, the size of a little finger, and half of the azure liquid is still inside. When shaken gently, it reflects a dreamy luster.
"T-37 hallucinogen, also called wake-up liquid, or happy water?"
"You like this kind of stuff because after drinking it, you can temporarily forget your worries and sorrows, as if you are in heaven, right?"
Wang Yu asked in a gentle voice, not like someone who had just killed someone. Instead, he sounded like a patient doctor questioning his patient.
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However, the patient Wang Xu did not feel any warmth. He just felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave and nodded stiffly.
Wang Yu suddenly reached out and tightly grasped Wang Xu's throat, saying sincerely: "You are wrong. T-37 hallucinogen can't save you. If you want to escape from troubles and sorrows forever, the only way is death!"
Snap!
With a slight crisp sound, Wang Xu's body fell weakly on the sofa, his mouth open, as if in the last moment of his life, he still wanted to say thank you to the benefactor who helped him escape from the world of suffering.
Wang Yu remained calm, his tone without any fluctuation: "You're welcome."
Boom boom boom——
There was a short knock on the door.
Wang Yu slowly wiped the blood off his face with the tissue on the table before opening the door.
Outside the door, a group of evil tigers of varying heights, weights and bodies, a sheep's head, a blood fox, a pig's head, a snake's face, and hyenas were crowded in the narrow corridor. Under the dim light, they looked like a group of monsters crawling out of the abyss.
"Sixth Brother, you forgot to bring your mask." Blood Fox took out a mask from his arms and handed it to him.
Wang Yu took the mask and slowly put it on his face. It was a bull's head, which was honest and expressionless, with only six eyeballs on the forehead.
"I'll lead the way." Niutou returned to his usual taciturn self.
The hyena was the first to follow, followed closely by Snake Face and the Evil Tiger, Sheep Head followed at the end, while the Blood Fox and Pig Head stopped for a moment and turned to enter the dead man's house.
"Really? Sixth Senior Brother easily forgets things when he's drawing. He also forgot what Second Senior Sister told him to do. He stabbed someone to death with the tip of his pen. Really..."
Hong Ya, wearing the blood fox, jumped lightly and leaped a few meters, landing lightly and silently next to Liu Yang's body, without even leaving a shoe print on the ground.
With a wave of five fingers, the latter's neck was turned over, and the whole head was torn off like a ball, slamming against the wall, and then bounced to the ground with a dull sound.
The ugly pig-headed Zhao Zhixin swept around the room, his bones and muscles crackled, and his whole body suddenly shrank into a dwarf.
He walked into the house, carefully picked up the fragments of the portrait and the bloodstained tissue on the ground, and put them into the garbage bag that had been prepared long ago...
(End of this chapter)
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