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, letting the newly completed portrait 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 nauseating.

The sunken cheeks seemed to be corroded by time, and the wrinkled gullies were filled with despair; the shriveled chest lost the expansion of life, and the internal organs seemed to be hollowed out and had no temperature; the skinny limbs were like dehydrated old tree roots, leaving only rugged outlines; and the pair of empty eyes, without color, were like two dead holes.

Liu Yang stared at the portrait with his eyes wide open, his whole body stiffly sitting on the chair, and he looked at the portrait without blinking.

As the portrait trembled, it seemed to him that the rotten corpse in the painting was reawakened, and was slowly walking out of the frame in a twisted and terrifying posture, staggering and shaky, crashing into his arms.

The horrifying scene made him feel cold all over, and his stomach was filled with uncontrollable nausea, and his throat was surging.

However, the strange thing was that in addition to the instinctive fear, Liu Yang's body also had an indescribable sense of... familiarity?

But the rotten corpse obviously couldn't even see the facial features, how could he recognize him?

Hualala--

The shaking paper and the terrifying rotten corpse crashed into Liu Yang's arms together. He felt like he was electrocuted, and wanted to push the rotten corpse away, but his hands uncontrollably hugged the painting into his arms.

He hugged tightly, holding the painting with both arms, and hugged it hard into his arms, as if he could stuff the rotten corpse of the painting into his shriveled chest.

As if this could make the rotten corpse in the painting 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 up, and the rotten corpse that walked out of the painting disappeared.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a strong stench came to his nose.

It was like the nasal cavity that had been blocked for a long time suddenly became unblocked. The smell was so pungent and so close that it seemed to come from himself.

Liu Yang's pupils shrank sharply and became as small as a needle tip. He saw himself sitting on a chair, with a shriveled chest, skinny limbs, and a stinking...self.

"I...myself?"

Liu Yang's head seemed to be splitting open, and a terrifying idea exploded in his mind.

His mouth twisted, and a hoarse and strange human voice came out, like a howl from 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, your true appearance."

This answer was so absurd and terrifying that Liu Yang didn't believe it at all, but blood flowed from the empty black holes on his face. He was crying silently without tears.

Liu Yang raised his head with difficulty, his weeping bloody eye holes stared at Wang Yu who was slowly approaching, his lips trembled, and he stammered with all his strength and asked: "Wang Yu, I...I...I...what happened to me?"

Wang Yu's face was calm and indifferent, and the pen in his hand gently turned a few times, the tip of the pen lightly touched Liu Yang's throat, and then poked in a little bit, gently but steadily.

Liu Yang seemed to feel no pain, his eyes always stayed on Wang Yu, as if he was indifferent to everything and turned a deaf ear to it.

The moment he saw the painting, Liu Yang woke up from his dream of life, and how could a dead person resist death!

"Don't be afraid, you just woke up and recalled your truest self."

Wang Yu slowly pulled out the pen, and blood spurted out, soaking Liu Yang's dry body and broken drawing paper into red.

"Most people have never really lived from birth to death, but you are different. I helped you live again before you die, so as to help you really die." Wang Yu said seriously.

Liu Yang raised his head, letting the blood in his neck splash onto his face and eyes, so that the two dead black holes were re-lit by the blood of life.

"Thank... Thank...!"

Liu Yang's voice was dry and weak, and his two black hole-like eyes turned pale after the blood faded.

Wang Yu gently closed Liu Yang's eyes, turned his head and walked towards Wang Xu, who woke up and was so scared that he couldn't speak.

"You...you...don't come over." Wang Xu stared at Wang Yu with his eyes fixed, his tongue stiff, and he didn't 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 rewarded him for waking up from his dream."

"What about you, did you deceive Liu Yang, did you sell the news to others?"

Wang Xu shook his head frantically, his face pale, his teeth trembling: "I didn't, except Liu Tou'er, I didn't tell anyone, really, 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 was transparent, the size of a little finger, and half of the azure liquid was left in it. Shaking gently, it reflected a dreamlike luster.

"T-37 hallucinogen, also called wake-up liquid, or happiness water?"

"You like this kind of stuff, because after drinking it, you can temporarily forget your troubles and sorrows, as if you are in heaven, right?"

Wang Yu asked in a gentle voice, not like he had just killed someone, but like a patient doctor asking his patient.

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 hallucinogens can't save you. If you want to escape from troubles and sorrows forever, the only way is death.!"

Crack!

With a slight crisp sound, Wang Xu's body fell weakly on the sofa, his mouth open, as if at 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, without a trace of fluctuation in his tone: "You're welcome."

Dongdongdong——

A short knock on the door sounded.

Wang Yu slowly wiped the blood off his face with a paper towel on the table before opening the door.

Outside the door, a tiger of varying heights, weights, and sizes, a sheep head, a blood fox, a pig head, a snake face, and a hyena were crowded in the narrow corridor. Under the dim light, they really looked like a group of demons and monsters crawling out of the abyss.

"Sixth Brother, you forgot to bring your mask." The blood fox took out a mask from his arms and handed it to him.

Wang Yu took the mask and slowly covered his face. It was a bull head. The bull head was honest and expressionless, with only six eyeballs drawn on the forehead.

"I'll lead the way." The bull head returned to his usual taciturnity.

The hyena followed first, followed by the snake face and the tiger, followed by the sheep head, and the blood fox and the pig head stopped for a while and turned into the dead man's house.

"Really, Sixth Senior Brother forgets things easily when he draws, and forgets Second Senior Sister's instructions, and stabbed someone to death with the tip of the pen, really..."

Hong Ya, wearing the blood fox, jumped a few meters and landed lightly and silently beside Liu Yang's body, but there was not even a shoe print on the ground.

With a wave of five fingers, the latter's neck was torn open, and the whole head was torn off like a ball, slammed 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 blood-stained tissues on the ground, and put them into the garbage bag that had been prepared long ago...