Paintings of Terror-Chapter 297: Bad Things

Qin Ci was being carried on Shao Ling’s back. He had already started uncontrollably vomiting thick blood with waves of spasms. Shao Ling was almost unable to carry him any longer.

“Qin Ge—Qin Ge, hold on! We’re almost at the signature! We’re almost there!” Wei Dong and Luo Bu shouted desperately. 47k6Nq

Qin Ci struggled to suppress the upheaval in his stomach, with thick blood flowing into his mouth from his mouth, he spoke intermittently in a muffled voice, “Put… put me… down… don’t… don’t drag… you all down… I… won’t make… it…”

“—There’s enough time! We’re almost there! Almost there!” Wei Dong’s voice cracked with sobs. He was running just behind Shao Ling, and under the light from his phone, Qin Ci’s clothes were soaked with blood, dripping continuously.

Nothing was more unbearable than watching a comrade who had fought by one’s side struggle and die painfully before their eyes. Wei Dong choked up uncontrollably, while Luo Bu and Wu You were already crying their hearts out.

Finally, Qin Ci could no longer speak. Blood was pouring out of his entire body as he vomited and convulsed violently, making it difficult for Shao Ling to move forward. NplOyd

Mu Yiran stopped and looked at Wei Dong. “Do you still have the strength to hold on?”

“—Yes,” Wei Dong shook his tears away and nodded vigorously.

Mu Yiran set Ke Xun down and handed him to Wei Dong. “I entrust Ke Xun to you. You carry him and continue to run ahead. Don’t wait for us, just get out of the painting first.”

“Don’t worry.” Wei Dong didn’t waste any words. He hoisted Ke Xun onto his back and sprinted forward. sFPV7

“Wu You, Fang Fei, Luo Bu, follow,” Mu Yiran commanded. The three didn’t hesitate and ran with Wei Dong. “Shao Ling, put Old Qin down and help me get him on my back. Take off his clothes. Haowen, help tie his limbs to me with the clothes, quickly.”

The three swiftly moved, soon securing Qin Ci, now a blood-soaked figure, onto Mu Yiran’s back.

Qin Ci couldn’t help but convulse violently and with great strength, but fortunately, it was Mu Yiran carrying him. Each step Mu Yiran took was steady and firm. He ran quickly, with a trusting and reliable strength, towards the trees of life in front.

Just as Qin Ci felt his last bit of consciousness slipping away, a bright white light pierced through his eyelids that he could no longer open and onto his retinas. The overwhelming pain engulfing his body vanished instantly, though the aftertaste of that agony remained etched in his flesh and bones like maggots on a corpse. 1bg5Sv

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The security guard at the Tercet Art Gallery thought he had come to the wrong place.

In front of the bizarre painting of a zombie hand, a group of men and women behaved even more bizarrely than the artwork.

They were all in thin clothing, as if they’d just come from a tropical region. One of them was even shirtless! The women were at least somewhat decently dressed, but the men appeared utterly exhausted and slumped on the ground—one even seemed to be asleep on the floor?! btlIDB