Paintings of Terror

Chapter 290: Doctor Qin Ci

Blood began to spew from Tian Yang, much like Xiao Kai did last night.

From his mouth, below, every pore, he quickly transformed into a figure made of blood, then melted from a person full of blood into a pile of bloody mud. W8JOno

Yes, melted. This process was akin to melting a living person.

Despite wearing raincoats, it couldn’t completely prevent the splattering of his blood and his melted organs. Ke Xun had already retreated to a distance, standing with everyone else in the corner, using several tables prepared in advance to shield around Tian Yang to protect themselves as much as possible.

Since the entire room was already filled with tables and there was a considerable distance between the tabletops and the floor, everyone couldn’t be sure if blood had seeped in from outside the door at this moment. The window seams were sealed inside and out with two layers, and they hadn’t seen a sign of blood yet.

Nothing seemed to be happening to He Tang for now, who was lying nearby, but her complexion had gradually turned bluish-black. Wu You, probably in shock again due to Tian Yang’s gruesome death, couldn’t help but cry out, breaking down and whimpering, “Why—why do we have to suffer like this—why are they treating us like this…” rQSEja

Fang Fei hugged her shoulders, and Wu You suddenly realized that even someone as strong and calm as Fang Fei began to tremble slightly under such cruel visual and psychological impact.

This kind of death was probably the worst that could be inflicted upon humans.

As long as one was a flesh-and-blood person, they couldn’t remain unmoved by it.

“It hurts—” she cried out in tears.

“He Tang—” Wu You couldn’t help but call out to her with tears.

The companion who was sleeping together with her in the same room at the hotel a few days ago, the lively and vivid companion, soon…she would die in such a tragic way before her eyes. Wu You felt she couldn’t hold on any longer. She sat on the table in despair, covering her face and crying in pain.

“Hurts…it hurts…” He Tang struggled to sit up, and when she saw all her companions standing far away, looking at her with pitiful eyes, He Tang suddenly understood everything. She cried out in a shrill and harsh voice, desperately trying to get up, but fell back weakly onto the table. 6OdZD7

“No—please—you guys—please help me—help me—I don’t want to die—” He Tang trembled, reaching out to her companions like a drowning person grasping at straws on the water’s surface, “What about my mom and dad—who will take care of them—I can’t die—what should I do—what should I do—”

“He Tang,” Mu Yiran’s voice was no longer cold, but calm and gentle, each word clearly flowed into He Tang’s ears, “If I have the fortune to leave this painting, I will take care of your parents. I will hire the most professional psychologists to provide counseling for them and arrange for the most professional institutions to take care of them when they are old. You can rest assured.”

Trembling, He Tang took a while to recover, finally managed to pull a smile, as if thanking Mu Yiran, yet also seemed resigned to her fate. Her voice hoarse, she looked at Qin Ci, “Qin Ge…please…please find a way to let me die without pain…I don’t want to die like them…I’m afraid of pain…while…while I’m not in such a dire state…please let me die in advance…I don’t want to suffer that torment, please…”