Death Judge Of Fighting Fish

Chapter 1833

Numerous maggots came out of his body and began to wriggle in various parts of his body.

The remnants of the internal organs in his body became the favorite place for maggots at this time.

His body began to melt little by little, turning into pus.

In this process, he has endured unimaginable pain. It was as if he had been soaked in sulfuric acid all over his body.

But he couldn’t do it screaming now, because his throat had been completely corroded by maggots.

There is no more good piece of meat on his body.

Even, over time. His soul began to wither little by little.

It was an unspeakable painful taste, as if his acceleration was getting old. Others live a day, for him is a lifetime.

His soul, together with his body, was completely swallowed. Dissipate in this world.

“Ding, the trial is complete, Huang Mingquan, the value of fear is 587, and the value of despair is 633.”

“Comprehensive evaluation…”

“Ding, Ye Chen, the judge of death, received an S-level evaluation, rewarded 6000 points, 1.5 million in cash, and obtained a permanent skill: Incarnation Art!”

Ye Chen, who had closed the live broadcast, stood up. It was already past four in the morning.

After washing in the bathroom, he walked into the bedroom and got into the warm bed.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep holding Liang Yin’s slightly raised abdomen. By the time he woke up again, it was already noon.

The sun was just right, and Liang Yin was still lying beside him at the moment. It seems that in the end she still didn’t twist Wang Fang and started taking maternity leave.

Liang Yin was not awakened, 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 had appeared before his eyes.

The picture lights up, and a man carrying a drawing board appears in the picture.

He Xuliu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the village closer and closer, with a smile on his face.

He is a slightly famous painter who specializes in painting weird and bloody paintings. He came here this time to seek a breakthrough.

He had made arrangements before coming here, so when he walked into the village, he smoothly found a small vacant western-style building.

This is the house he rented online. Since there are very few people here, even the three-storey small western-style building is very large. The rent is not expensive.

Pushing open the courtyard door, He Xuliu walked in. The small western-style building still looks very new, and it is estimated that it will not take long for it to be built.

He Xuliu’s movements were still very fast. After opening the door of the Xiaoyang Mansion with the key he had prepared in advance, he walked into the living room.

Maybe it was because he was coming soon, but the inside was cleaned and it looked very clean.

He Xuliu, who was eager to start work, took the small suitcase he was holding in the living room and went out carrying the drawing board after it was still in the living room.

Most of the terrain here is hilly, so there are no too high mountains. As he walked along, He Xuliu also saw a lot of villagers, but they were all elderly people.

He Xuliu didn’t feel that there was anything wrong. In such a place where there is no source of income, it is very normal for young people to go out to work.

It’s just that He Xuliu felt that the old people here didn’t like seeing strangers coming. As long as he passed in front of them, the old man had already walked away before he said hello.

Obviously, I don’t want to have any intersection with him.

He Xuliu was a little surprised by this situation, but he didn’t think much about it. In his opinion, none of these is a big deal.

The most important thing is to quickly find something that can stimulate him to burst into inspiration. If this continues, He Xuliu feels that he is going crazy.

He is a painter who relies on blood and violence to create, but now no one likes to see what he paints.

The cookie-cutter painting can no longer attract others, so his only choice is to break through from another angle and seek a new style.

Perhaps it was the first time to come into contact with this kind of place. He Xuliu, who was searching outside the village, quickly found something that could stimulate his inspiration.

This is a barren grave, without any tombstones, it looks more like a mass grave. This period of time has just passed Qingming and it hasn’t been long, so there are still a lot of holy spirits hanging on these graves.

Even in the sun, this kind of place can still make people feel very gloomy.

But He Xuliu doesn’t mind such an atmosphere at all, what he needs now is this kind of stimulation. He even took the drawing board and started painting at these graves.

The weather in this season has changed a lot, especially in the mountains and forests. The sun was still big in the first second, and the sky became darker in the next moment.

The change in light caused He Xuliu to raise his head. He looked at the sky that was already faintly raining, and he hesitated for a while, then he felt that he took out a small flashlight prepared in his pocket.

After turning on the flashlight, he bit it in his mouth. Continue to paint, for him, this time is a rare opportunity.

If you don’t seize this opportunity, maybe you won’t have such inspiration next time you visit this place.

As time went by, the movements of his hands became faster and faster.

When he was completely finished, the sky was already drizzling. The cold wind blew over, and he shuddered involuntarily.

Put away the drawing board and hugged it in his coat. He began to run towards the village with all his strength.

His painting was stained with some rain, and he must 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 ran with one foot deep and one shallow, staggering. Physical energy is consumed very quickly.

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 towards his residence one step at a time.

When he saw the grave pile he drew just now, his face suddenly changed.

He thought he would go straight down that road and would be able to return to the village in a short time, but he didn’t think about it, he went around again.

If you really get lost in such gloomy weather. It is also a very troublesome thing.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and took a look, and found that at this time his mobile phone had no signal at all.

This makes his face more difficult to look at. If the phone has no signal, it means that if something really goes wrong. He couldn’t even call for help. ..