Chapter 1834: quibble

After a while, I couldn't think of a good way. He Xuliu could only try to walk again, and finally walked back to the grave.
This time He Xuliu was completely panicked. Others painted and weird paintings, but this does not mean that he would not be afraid.
Especially when he thought of those who died in his own hands, he was even more flustered.
It was impossible to describe the fear in his heart. He felt like he was trapped in a cage and could not escape.
He can’t figure out if he was hit by a ghost wall or is lost,
Looking at the grave beside him, he just inspired him. At this time, it brought him endless fear.
He shuddered and said to himself: "There is something strange, there is something strange. Brother and sister don't do anything to me. When I go back this time, I will definitely burn you a lot of paper money."
While talking, he suddenly saw a black invitation letter on the ground not far in front.
Very puzzled, he walked over and glanced.
He Xuliu, who was not very clear, took the black invitation to his hand and read it.
At first, he only saw the back of the invitation letter. He didn't think there was anything wrong, but he felt that as long as the rain was not wet, the material was a little strange.
But when he turned the invitation over, his face was suddenly scared pale.
"Dead...death notice!?"
He screamed, threw away the death notice in his hand, and turned around without thinking.
But when he went round and round, embarrassedly ran a big circle, and returned to the grave, he had completely given up his hope.
Judging from the current situation, it is impossible for him to go out from here.
The death notice thrown away by him was floating in midair at this time. Looking at the death notice, all the crimes about him are listed.
Helpless He Xuliu could only walk over to take a look, then suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Death magistrate, do you know what is called art?"
At the same time, when the death live room of Douyu Live once again opened the start screen and lighted up, countless fans have already poured in.
A few lines of subtitles appeared in the picture:
He Xuliu, male, 31 years old, occupation: painter.
Crime: In search of inspiration, he brutally murdered others and killed 17 people on his hands...
When the screen lit up completely, the death notice had disappeared. Only He Xuliu was still standing and roaring.
He was venting his dissatisfaction. In his view, he didn't do anything wrong at all. The death judge treated him like this, making him very unconvinced.
"I'm not wrong in killing people!" He Xuliu pointed to the sky and said: "But I'm all for art. People like you don't understand what art is. You have the qualifications to judge me!"
Ye Chen sneered: "I don't really understand what art is, but I know that no matter what, you can't hurt innocent people."
Ye Chen's words immediately aroused the support of countless fans. Someone keeps firing barrage at this time:
"Yes! The judge boss is right, can you just kill someone under the banner of art?"
"I also studied art, and I especially look down on this kind of scum. I know that my heart is dark and I don't have any skills. Now I am embarrassed."
"My God, you can kill people to draw a picture. Such an artist is too scary."
"Fart artist, he's just a scum!"
"........."
At this time, He Xuliu was still holding himself for art, and continued to yell.
It seems that he is not ready to talk about what makes sense, as long as he thinks it is right.
Like this kind of person, Ye Chen is too lazy to say anything to him.
He Xuliu didn't close his mouth until the reaction became a little husky. The death judge didn't pay any attention to him, and it made no sense to yell like this.
More importantly, his voice is now dumb, and he doesn't have the strength to shout anymore.
The rain has stopped at this time, but the wind is getting stronger. He Xuliu shivered uncontrollably, and his clothes had been soaked, and now he felt cold all over him.
After sneezing several times, He Xuliu could not bear it anymore.
If he goes on like this, he will freeze to death here.
What made him feel exaggerated was that when he was walking, he was ready to try to walk back to the village.
Suddenly there was heavy snow in the sky, the snow fell, and it immediately melted into water.
The temperature in the air dropped sharply, and it didn't take long for frost to form on his eyebrows.
The bitter cold made him unbearable.
He Xuliu, who was trembling all over his body, began to have tears in his eyes.
He was so cold that his hands and feet were already frozen and cracked.
He opened his mouth and wanted to shout something, a cold wind blew through and poured into his mouth. He could say nothing more.
He only felt his own body, as if none of his own.
Only the pain that constantly stimulated his nerve still exists.
Do not know how many times, walking back to the grave, He Xuliu finally gave up.
He no longer cared about anything, even walked directly into the grave, found a lower place to lie down, and used these graves to shield him from the cold wind.
Just when he felt he was going to freeze to death, a flash of light suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Although very weak, for He Xuliu, it is full of temptation.
He couldn't help but stood up and walked across the fire.
He had been frozen and numb, and he saw the house in front of him and the two red lanterns hanging at the door and couldn't help grinning.
He walked to the door and patted hard.
The door was opened in a short while. The door was opened by a very young girl, about fifteen years old, wearing an embroidered dress.
She looked at He Xuliu and asked with her head bent, "Do you have anything?"
He Xuliu said tremblingly, "Cold...Cold..."
With that said, he couldn't help but rushed in. Then he closed the door with his backhand, and he was relieved.
The warmth made him groan uncontrollably, and here he felt as if he was sitting by the fire.
When he turned around, he was just about to turn and explain to the little girl. ..
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