"It's all fake, not real." Faced with such a terrible scene of hell, some people hope that it's not true. Unfortunately, no matter how you pray, the demon in front of you will not disappear, but will get closer, as if you can smell the scent of sulfur on the demon's body, and the temperature around it also rises.

Crack.

Summer lifts the magnetic field generator, and the arc is as if it has the will, shooting at the nearest demon.

The attack of the maximum current, the small lightning turned into a sharp claw and grabbed the demon's head. The demon twitched, unable to resist the power of technology, and his head exploded and the demon's body fell to the ground.

The spirits are greatly boosted in summer, and now it is science's turn to show its power.

Obviously, it did not appear as an illusion, but a real monster, but the monster's ability was limited. Even Xia Tian, ​​a scholar, could defeat them by relying on coils.

"You guys?" The monster's owner did not expect that the monster he drove was so vulnerable: "The paint is not enough." The final conclusion was not that the monster was weak, but that the paint was not good enough. As long as the paint was enough, he could draw the whole hell.

The second uncle raised his hand and all the demons rushed over. Everyone in the side hall was the provider of paint, and their blood was the necessary material for the masterpiece.

"Roar!" The demon rushed over like a group of dogs.

Xia Tian saw that there were a lot of enemies and was confused. He didn't know which one he should deal with first, but he was not calm enough to ignore one or the other.

Bang!

Gunshot.

There was only one gunshot, but six demons fell down together. Ye Bei was shocked, and he could only barely hear the difference between gunshots and gunshots. It was too fast. Is this gunshot skill the level of Tonghai's No. 1 magic gun?

Li Chuan replaced the bullets calmly, as if he had done something insignificant. The black revolver in his hand was very ordinary, but only by using ordinary weapons to the extreme can the user's talents be demonstrated.

Each shot is the edge of the thin-skinned demon, not only fast but also accurate, the first magic gun in Tonghai is well-deserved.

Can bullets kill demons? Sure enough, these little demons are just the lowest-level monsters, and people with a little trick don't have to be afraid.

The second uncle was stunned. He charged with confidence, but he couldn't even enter the door?

"It's not enough." Uncle Er heard the whisper. It was an insatiable voice. It needed more blood to complete the most perfect painting: "Blood...satisfies me..."

A very crazy thought came out of the second uncle's mind: "Then use my blood to make me and the Supreme Beauty combine into one." He shouted wildly and responded, and then he grabbed his chest with his blood-stained hands, which was to break his ribs apart.

The people in the room were frightened to see Er Bo pierce his fingers into his clothes, buckle them into his skin, tear open his muscles, and open his chest tightly like opening the door.

"Blood is art." The second uncle obviously felt the pain, but he still had to show his passion, to integrate himself with the supreme beauty, and to become part of the great picture.

Crack, the crisp sound of fractures stimulates everyone's senses. Everything you hear in your ears and see in your eyes is so terrible. How can a person be so cruel that he breaks his ribs and shows his internal organs?

"When people are extremely crazy, they don't feel pain." Xia Tian tried to use science to explain this crazy phenomenon, believing that the second uncle no longer feels pain.

Blood drips on the ground like rain. These bloods are alive and begin to turn into twisting long snakes.

"Come in!" Everyone was frightened to find that the blood turned into lines and actually crossed the threshold and swam on the floor.

"Not very good." Ye Bei felt that this was not a good phenomenon.

The second uncle, whose ribs were turned out and his internal organs were exposed, was already angry, but his face was filled with a satisfied smile. As he died, he seemed to have seen that his most perfect work was about to be born. The end of his life was the beginning of art. He knew that many artists only became popular after their death. Obviously, he felt that he was the same as those famous artists, even though he had no regrets in his death.

Come on, the world will witness its own art.

The second uncle died, but his blood was alive as pigment.

The entire side hall became a ritual of sacrifice, with blood forming a huge magic circle on the floor, like an abstract painting.

boom!

Everyone's vision was occupied by bright red. When they looked at the objects again, they had already stood in a long corridor, and the white space extended out. There were countless paintings hanging on the spaces on both sides, and these paintings turned the space into gallery.

Everyone in the side hall was trapped in the gallery of death.

Ye Bei was silent. Is this another illusion? But when he looked at the paintings on both sides, he didn't feel very bad. The paintings on both sides were all very terrifying content. Each painting recorded the most terrifying experiences of different deceased people in their lives and recorded their deaths.

These countless paintings represent countless dead people, and there are various ways to die. Is this the Death Expo?

"Where is this?" It's so weird, and it's about to collapse.

The portraits of death around them have happened in reality, so every expression of death is extremely real and shocking, which hits people's hearts and is enough to defeat the psychological defense of ordinary people.

Xia Tian vomited because he was so curious that he took a few more glances, but some of the portraits were so disgusting that it was really curious that the cat was killed.

Isn't it an illusion? Seeing Xia Tian vomiting out all the overnight dinner, Ye Bei couldn't help but think. He was very calm, after all, he was a person who had seen big scenes.

I can't confirm anything yet. The portraits on both sides suddenly moved. To be precise, it is not certain whether the painting is moving or whether they are moving. After all, the movement is relative, in short, there is one side moving.

Everyone was extremely scared because everything was happening now exceeded their imagination. The already tight heartstrings were tightened by this strange movement, and they were almost crushed by the pressure.

boom!

The corridor of paintings stopped, and there were many blank picture frames in front of them. Obviously, everyone present was about to become a new work. Next to the blank picture frame is the "Er Bo's Opening Picture". As expected, each painting represents a dead person, and these portraits record real death.

And then it was everyone in the corridor.

"Seven frames? But we have nine of them." Li Chuan was also as calm as Ye Bei. The sharpshooter counted the number, indicating that the number of frames did not match the actual number. Could it be that the other party was not good at math?

Obviously not, because someone is going to be a collective portrait.

The frame showed suction force, and Ye Bei, Li Chuan, and Zhuang Xiaoman were actually sucked into the same frame. Obviously, the Death Gallery had its own ideas. He was high and fiddling with life, and would give them a scene of death that suited them.
Chapter completed!