Chapter 1833: Graveyard

Innumerable maggots drilled out of his body and began to wriggle all over his body.
The remaining internal organs in his body became the favorite place for those maggots at this time.
His body began to melt little by little, turning to pus.
In this process, he even suffered unimaginable pain. It's as if I was soaked in sulfuric acid all over my body.
But he can't do it now, because his throat has been completely corroded by maggots.
He was all over and there was no more good meat.
Even, over time. His soul began to wither little by little.
It was an indescribable bitter taste, as if my acceleration had aged. For others to live a day, it is a lifetime for him.
His soul, together with his body, was completely devoured. Dissipate in this world.
"Ding, the trial is completed, Huang Mingquan, fear value 587, despair value 633."
"In the comprehensive evaluation..."
"Ding, death judge Ye Chen received S-level evaluation, rewarded 6000 points, cash 1.5 million, acquired permanent skills: incarnation tips!"
Ye Chen, who closed the live broadcast, stood up. It was already more than four in the morning.
After washing in the bathroom, he walked into the bedroom and got into the warm blanket.
Holding Liang Yinwei's raised belly, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was already noon.
The sunshine is just right, Liang Yin is still lying beside him at the moment. It seems that in the end she didn't twist Wang Fang and began taking maternity leave.
Liang Yin did not wake up, although he walked out of the bedroom alone, and after some washing, he entered the study again.
When he sat down, a screen that only he could see appeared in front of him.
The picture lights up, and a man carrying a sketchpad appears in the picture.
He Xuliu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the village nearer, a smile appeared on his face.
He is a painter who specializes in painting strange and paintings and has a slightly small reputation. This time he came here to seek a breakthrough.
He had arranged it before coming here, so when he walked into the village, he found a small vacant building.
This is the house he rented online. Since there are very few people here, even the three-storey building is very large. The rent is not expensive.
Pushing open the door of the courtyard, He Xuliu walked in. Xiaoyang Tower still looks very new, and it is estimated that it will not take long to build.
He Xuliu's movements were still very quick. After holding the key already prepared in advance and opening the door of Xiaoyang Tower, he entered the living room.
Perhaps it was because he was about to come, but it was cleaned by someone, and it looked very clean.
Anxious to start work, He Xuliu carried the small suitcase in his hand, still in the living room, and went out carrying the drawing board.
Most of these are hilly terrains, so there is nothing too high. As he walked all the way, He Xuliu also saw many villagers, but they were only elderly people.
He Xuliu didn't think there was anything wrong. In this kind of place with no financial source, it is quite normal for young people to go out to work.
It's just that He Xuliu feels that the old man here doesn't like to see strangers coming. As long as he passes by in front of them, he has already walked away before he can say hello.
Obviously I don't want to have any intersection with him.
This situation made He Xuliu a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it. In his view, these are not big things.
Only finding something that can stimulate him to inspire is the most important thing. If he continues this way, He Xuliu feels that he is going crazy.
He is a painter who relies on blood and violence to create, but now no one loves watching what he paints.
The same picture can no longer attract others, so his only option is to break through from another angle and seek a new style.
Perhaps it was really the first time he came into contact with such a place. He Xuliu, who was looking outside the village, soon found something that would stimulate his inspiration.
This is a barren cemetery without any tombstones, and it looks more like a mass grave. After this period of time, it didn't take long for Qingming to pass, so there were still a lot of souvenir streamers hanging on these tombs.
Even in the sun, this place can still feel very gloomy.
But He Xuliu didn't mind such an atmosphere at all, what he needs now is such stimulation. He even started drawing with these drawing boards at these graves.
The weather in this season changes a lot, especially in mountainous areas. It was still a big sun in the first second, and the next day, it became dark.
The change in light caused He Xuliu to raise his head. He looked at the sky that was already faintly raining, hesitated for a while, and then felt that he had pulled out a small flashlight in his pocket.
After turning on the flashlight, he bit his mouth. Continue to paint, for him, this is a rare opportunity.
If you do not seize this opportunity, maybe there will be no such inspiration next time you come to this place.
As time went by, the movements on his hands became faster and faster.
When he was completely finished, the sky was drizzling. The cold wind blew, and he shivered involuntarily.
Put the artboard away and hug it in his coat. He started running towards the village with all his strength.
There was some rain on his paintings, and he had to return to his residence as soon as possible to start processing.
It didn't rain when he came, so the road was easier to walk. But after it rained, the road was all muddy.
He was deep and shallow, running stumbled. Physical exertion is very fast.
Before he could run far, he was out of breath. People like him who have been painting in the studio all year round have really poor physical fitness.
In desperation, He Xuliu had to reduce his speed and walked toward his residence one step at a time.
When he saw the graveyard he had just painted again, his face suddenly changed.
He thought he was going straight down that road, and he would be able to return to the village in a short time, but he didn't think about it, and he went back again.
In such a gloomy weather, if you really get lost. It is also a very troublesome thing.
He took out his phone from his pocket and saw that his phone had no signal at this time.
This made his face even more difficult to look at. If there is no signal on the phone, it means that if something goes wrong. He couldn't make a call even for help. ..
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