The villain's daily corpse collection

Everyone packed up and went to the northern part of the city together.

There are fewer pedestrians on the streets today, and most of the visitors are carrying painting boxes - painters and their painting children walking together.

They were wearing brightly coloured clothes and were all walking towards a spacious area at the front of the block.

Wang Wei and his group seemed out of place, but those people were only concerned about moving forward and no one cared about the peculiarity of these outsiders.

"Do you smell a strange smell?" Yuan Xiang stopped and sniffed a few times.

"Where is that strange smell? What is it like? Why don't I smell it..." Du Ximiao also took a deep breath, "Sister Weiwei, do you smell it?"

Wang Wei used her five senses and spiritual consciousness to sense it, and shook her head in confusion. She looked at Huo Feng, who also tried to sense it, but found nothing.

"It's the smell of rust, maybe blood..." Yuan Xiang chose his words carefully and spoke slowly.

"Are you too sensitive? It's so quiet here, where does the smell of blood come from? You make it sound so scary, but look at those two adults, they don't smell anything."

"I only smell a fragrance." Wang Wei spoke, and the faint fragrance appeared again, completely different from the smell described by Yuan Xiang.

"Ah? The fragrance and the smell of blood are clearly two different smells! Yuan Xiang, are you still having a nightmare and haven't woken up yet?"

Du Ximiao began to question. Although she trusted Yuan Xiang 100%, when it came to strength, she was more willing to believe Wang Wei's words.

Yuan Xiang: “…I’m serious.”

I hope they will be alert. This kind of thing would not come out of nowhere, and there is no need for Yuan Xiang to lie to them.

She turned and walked forward, carefully observing Yuan Xiang's expression and feeling his pulse, and found that he was the same as usual, with no signs of being possessed or controlled.

"What direction? What specific smell does it have?" Wang Wei asked.

Du Ximiao curled her lips: "Sister Weiwei, you really believe it, it's so unreasonable."

“What is it about what we are experiencing that makes sense?”

Yuan Xiang took a breath again and sensed: "In the northwest direction."

"Walk."

Everyone walked towards the direction pointed out by Yuan Xiang, and they found that it coincided with the place where the painters had gone.

On the way, Huo Feng sneaked up to Wang Wei and whispered, "Let me do this kind of thing for you in the future."

Wang Wei sideways glanced at him. It was not difficult to guess what Huo Feng was thinking, but she didn't expose him.

After walking for a while, we saw a long gallery that seemed to be built temporarily. It was closed, with a huge piece of pure white cloth as a curtain to separate the indoor and outdoor areas. We needed an admission ticket to enter.

I could vaguely see shadows inside the gallery, and it seemed that some visitors had arrived.

The silk curtains were blown by the wind, fluttering like a charming heart, as if inviting visitors affectionately.

Huo Feng took out two coupons and handed one to Wang Wei, but Wang Wei pushed the coupon back to him.

"Then you can go in and take a look on my behalf. How about giving the other one to Mr. Zhuang?"

Her eyes swept across the faces of the other three people, finally stopping on Zhuang Boyan.

It’s not because of anything else, it’s just that he is the most knowledgeable among the group, and maybe when he sees those paintings, he can understand something that others can’t see.

Zhuang Boyan nodded: "Okay, if there is anything wrong, we will review it after we get out."

He raised his hand to take the admission ticket from Huo Feng, and wanted to pull it out from between Huo Feng's fingers.

result……

Eh?

I didn’t take it. Did my hand slip?

He reached out to take it again, but still didn't pull it out of Huo Feng's hand.

Wang Wei sighed, raised his hand and placed it on Huo Feng's hand, and took the admission ticket from him. Huo Feng's fingers were clenched tightly, but after Wang Wei made a move, he easily took it.

The movements and expressions were slightly concealed, but still not as distant as before.

Wang Wei handed the admission ticket to Zhuang Boyan with a smile, while Huo Feng looked at him intently from the side.

Zhuang Boyan keenly sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere. His eyes moved between the master and his disciple for a moment, then he walked straight towards the gallery.

"You."

Wang Wei glanced at Huo Feng, and finally could only sigh and waved his hand to let him get back to work.

At the serious moment, Huo Feng was not at all vague, as if nothing had just happened, and walked towards the gallery without looking back.

Now only Du Ximiao and Yuan Xiang are left.

"Sister Weiwei, what mission do we two have?"

"Stay with me and don't run around."

Wang Wei gave a serious warning, and then she looked at Yuan Xiang, "Can you find the specific source of the smell?"

"Let me try."

Yuan Xiang was used to using bows and arrows in the palace. But now, walking in the streets of the city on weekdays with a bow and a pot of arrows on his back was too conspicuous, so he had to replace them with hidden weapons such as sleeve arrows.

However, the archer's five senses are definitely superior to those of ordinary people.

It was based on this point that Wang Wei kept him to investigate.

This open space seemed to be an irregular square. There were not many people on the square, and they were sparsely populated. Only a few people were walking towards the gallery.

The red sun was secretly blocked by clouds at some point, and the surroundings gradually became dead silent. Even the seven or eight people who were talking earlier fell silent.

As far as they could see, fog gradually rose from the ground. As the fog gathered, it reflected a red cloud as bleak as the sunset, wandering around them.

"There is a smell of blood everywhere here, and I can't tell where the source comes from." Yuan Xiang said with some confusion.

"Sister Weiwei, what are these?" Du Ximiao looked at the red mist rising from the cracks in the bluestone slabs and looked at Weiwei nervously.

Yuan Xiang was ready for battle. He heard a suppressed scream not far away and he actually smelled a strong smell of blood.

Yuan Xiang said nervously: "There is danger over there in the gallery!"

This time Wang Wei also smelled it, and she felt that the faint fragrance around her body almost disappeared, as if it was burned out and gradually losing its strength.

It was as if the clouds were finally clearing and she was about to find the truth that had been confusing her.

But now, there was no time to think about it, and several people quickly rushed to the vicinity of the gallery.

A faint and pure light was emitted from the white silk curtain. It was a night-shining pearl that illuminated the entire corridor.

A dark figure approached the corridor curtain.

"what!"

With a scream, the figure tightly grasped the silk curtain in his palm. As the person behind him attacked, hot blood spilled on the white curtain, and the edges blurred, like a painting of red plum blossoms and white snow with ink splashes.

Wang Wei and the other two gradually approached. Yuan Xiang kept an eye on any unusual movements around him, while Du Ximiao hugged Wang Wei's arm tightly.

Looking around the gallery, Wang Wei discovered that there was more than one spot of blood on the curtain.

The blood around flowed on the white silk like silk ribbons, and finally formed a line of words:

"Did your wish come true?"

The man fell down, but his hands were still tightly held.

Most of the white curtains in the corridor were pulled by him and fell to the ground, and people outside could see the true face of the so-called gallery.

I hope that Du Ximiao and Yuan Xiang can be placed outside, and let them find a corner to counterattack and dodge, and not go into the corridor.

I walked alone in front, stepped into the corridor, and saw the layout clearly.

There are quite a few framed paintings hanging on the easels, including both freehand ink paintings and realistic paintings in various styles.

But they are all portraits of people, almost all of them are women in bright and flowing clothes.

only--

Everyone's painting seems to have a unique point.

Of the characters in these paintings, only the mouth is retained.

Each mouth was painted with bright crimson paint, as red as blood.

Turning the corner, two painters attacked each other with paper cutters. One of them had a paper cutter made of ox horn, and the other one had a paper cutter made of bamboo.

Although the weapon is not sharp, if it is smashed repeatedly in anger, it can cause a person to suffer from superficial bruises and swellings, as well as cracked skull and ruptured spleen.

The ox horns finally defeated the bamboo. The man stood up with blood on his hands. The man under him had blood all over his face. His expression could not be seen clearly, and he was breathing very weakly - he was still struggling for his last breath.

Regardless of his embarrassed state, the man holding the ox-horn knife took a few steps but lost his balance and fell to the ground. He took out a framed painting from someone else's painting supplies that were dropped nearby and unfolded it carefully.

There was indeed a woman on it, but the woman was dressed in formal clothes, with a slender and graceful figure, and her whole body seemed to be shining under the night pearl.

The only flaw is that apart from a small cherry mouth, she has no other facial features.

Is this the painting with the fragments of her body attached?

Wang Wei was shocked again and again. She couldn't believe that she found it so easily. She always felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, the person holding the painting vomited blood and sprayed it on the painting.

I saw a black hole on his chest, as if black ink had been dripped onto white rice paper.

He looked down in horror and saw that the painting in his hand was snatched away by someone who attacked him from behind. He also fell face down on the ground as if by inertia.

The man used the pen as a weapon and killed the person who was admiring the painting in front of him with one blow.

Wang Wei didn't go up to grab the painting directly. She wanted to know what was going on.

Later, I saw the "yellow bird" muttering something to the painting, and Wang Wei only understood the last few words.

"...I pray that I can be among the top three in high school and marry the eldest daughter of the Jin family."

The woman whose painting was stained with countless layers of blood suddenly spoke.

"Your wish will come true."

"..."

Wang Wei, standing in the corner, was speechless for a moment.

That voice was clearly her voice!

Why does she care about other people's wishes? Who is taking the initiative to use her voice to do things?

The painting suddenly emitted a dazzling light, which hurt Wang Wei's eyes.

But the man seemed to feel nothing, staring at the light without blinking.

After a long time, the man laughed out loud and held up the painting excitedly, as if his wish had come true.

Illusion?

Trivial skills.

It seems that this painting may not be real.

Thinking of this, Wang Wei drew out his whisk and waved it, and the painting was torn into pieces by spiritual power.

The woman in the painting screams sharply, as if she is feeling immense pain.

Then a black shadow escaped from the painting and entered the painting next to it. The painting that was lying down with footprints left by someone stood up with the help of an invisible force.

It's that familiar and strange thing again...

Wang Wei destroyed the painting without saying anything else and then grabbed the black shadow by its neck.

The black shadow struggled non-stop, making loud and piercing screams that made people feel cold all over and vomit.

Wang Wei was studying how to make this thing shut up, but she didn't figure it out - someone actually knew in advance that her "mouth" part was hidden in the artifact painting, and used this to make a big fuss.

It can be seen that many people have been deceived.

The so-called internal exhibition is probably doing just this kind of thing, using a mouth on a painting to fulfill other people's wishes?

Even God thinks it is a fantasy.

But for some reason something happened today. After that, all the people who were invited started killing each other. I wonder what conditions triggered it?

Moreover, the conspirators knew her a little bit and knew that she rarely spoke the truth.

However, Wang couldn't remember who the woman in the painting was at the moment. But the artifact had spirits, so it was most likely some kind of god from heaven.

The original artist of this painting probably came from heaven.

Using her divine body parts, paired with this divine body shell that doesn't even have facial features...

Why did such an outrageous thing happen and how did it come together?

Wang Wei stared at the painting without any shadow, trying to guess the source of the whole incident.

The man woke up from the illusion. He saw Wang Wei tearing up other paintings here. He saw that the painting he had snatched from the ground had turned into pieces. The woman in the painting had blood flowing from the corner of her mouth and was completely lifeless.

He raised his eyes and looked at Wang Wei, his eyes filled with hatred.

"It's all your fault! It's you who made me fail the exam and can't be with Jin Ling'er!"

Wang Wei didn't even turn his head: "...If you are sick, what does it have to do with me?"

The man chattered non-stop as he pulled the pen from the body he had just killed and rushed towards Wang Wei.

Then, he slipped and fell to the ground because of a round pen, and his head hit a large hard inkstone.

The scene happened too suddenly. While Wang Wei was stunned, the black shadow broke free from her hand and disappeared without a trace.

It must be said that he had taken this inkstone intentionally to entangle the previous gladiator.

"Do your own fault, don't live."

She turned around and ignored the corpse at her feet, walked straight around it and walked forward.

The gallery was filled with corpses that had died in various ways, most of them with happy smiles on their faces.

——It’s like fulfilling a wish in a dream and dying in reality.

Wang Wei tried to feel the pulse and breathing of several of them, but for a moment he couldn't tell whether they were dead or alive. The people here were too weird.

But what about Huo Feng and Zhuang Boyan?

I almost forgot about those two people...

Wang Wei was searching for the real artifact while looking for the two people.

After searching for a while, she gave up looking for the artifact. In such a gloomy place, the more spiritual the artifact was, the less she would allow herself to stay here.

When you first look at this corridor, you might think it is just a simple corridor, but after stepping in, you will find that it has twists and turns and different intersections.

The design is almost like a maze, and it is definitely not something that an ordinary person can make. The person behind it knows the origin of the artifact and should also know that she would come here to look for it.

Doing so would undoubtedly be a declaration of war on her.

What is the connection between the person behind the scenes and the black shadow?

Could it be that he was using the power of the mysterious black shadow to deal with him?

Wang Wei finally found the person she had been looking for for a long time at the fork in the road at the next corner.