(MTL) Welcome to the Nightmare Live

361-365

===Chapter 361 Prosperous Hotel===

Wen Jianyan hastily quickened her pace and ran towards the place where Hugo was lying.

He knelt down and asked in a low voice:

"Hey, how are you?"

Hugo didn't respond.

Under the weak light, his eyelids were closed tightly, his face was pale, as if he had lost his breath.

Seeing this, Wen Jianyan's heart rose a little. He held the flashlight in one hand, stretched out the other hand, and groped to find the side of the other party's neck.

Under the icy skin, he could vaguely feel a slight beating.

Wen Jianyan breathed a sigh of relief. Well, it looks like he's not dead yet.

He withdrew his hand and began to examine the wounds on Hugo's body

The five-point solution is serious and completely arranged. The blood is soaked, and it looks particularly shocking. From the front wall to the small building, there is a huge opening made by the street. Man Xiao translated, the blood from the body is like Tang Huaihuahuahuahuahuahuahuahuahuahuahuai's tomb style

Wen Jianyan simply stopped the bleeding for him as quickly as possible.

After doing all this, he turned his head to look at the oil painting lying next to him in a pool of blood.

The lower edge of the painting was submerged in a thick pool of blood, and the mahogany frame seemed to be full of blood, gradually becoming more colorful. That picture is only half painted.

On the canvas, Hugo's lifelike face can be clearly seen, almost giving people the illusion that the person in the painting is alive, but the parts below the shoulders are still blank, as if it has not been completed yet.

blood?

Wen Jianyan was slightly taken aback, and in his mind, when he met the gentleman and the others in the painting shop, he glimpsed the paleness of blood loss from the other person's face.

In other words, all the portraits in this corridor are fed by the blood of the portrait owner?

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan's eyes fell on the oil painting in the pool of blood again.

However, even though the second half has been completely soaked in Hugo's blood, for some reason, the oil painting still maintains a semi-finished state.

Could it be that it must flow directly from the body?

Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan squatted down and picked up the painting from the ground.

It's obviously a big one, but it's not too heavy, and it even looks a little light.

He brought the painting to the unconscious Hugo, and without changing his face, he pressed on the wound that he had just treated briefly on the other side.

Even though he was still in a coma, Hugo's body still shook violently, and his brows could not help but wrinkle tightly on his pale face that had lost too much blood, looking extremely painful.

With fresh hot blood pouring out of his wound, the mahogany frame became more and more colorful. Seeing this, Wen Jianyan couldn't help holding her breath slightly.

A thick, suffocating smell of blood floated in the dark corridor.

Under Wen Jianyan's gaze, the half-finished picture was slowly and automatically being completed. In the portrait, the part below Hugo's shoulders was gradually completed by invisible brushstrokes.