Paintings of Terror

Chapter 278: Large Amount of Blood

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The room Ke Xun entered seemed to be a small living room, with only a sofa set and a wardrobe covered in thick dust.

Walking to the side of the sofa, Ke Xun carefully examined it with his phone’s flashlight. He saw that the sofa cover, which had lost its color due to age, still had wrinkles from being sat and laid on. On the coffee table in front of the sofa were a teapot and several teacups, the bottoms of which were covered in dust and dead insects, and the sides of the cups were stained with tea marks. Ofbsxj

Ke Xun opened the wardrobe and searched inside and out, only finding various bottles and jars. He even moved the sofa and checked the floor underneath, and finally used his phone’s flashlight to inspect the ceiling and walls inch by inch.

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Coming out of the room, he saw that Zhu Haowen and Mu Yiran had also finished their inspections and returned to the hall. The three of them exchanged their findings.

“If we don’t consider the bloodstain at the door and this trail of bloody footprints, the feeling this room givesis just an ordinary living scene.” Ke Xun said.

“I wonder what happened to bring this scene to an abrupt end,” Mu Yiran added, “As if all processes were suspended in an instant, leaving everything frozen in this moment.” DSCfLY

“What’s bizarre is,” Zhu Haowen said, “In these living scenes, there’s no discovery of any person, or rather human body. It feels like they have been erased from the picture. Of course, if we find something on the second floor, forget what I just said.”

“So, shall we go upstairs?” Ke Xun looked at the two, asking if they were ready.

The terrifying trail of blood footprints cfrom the second floor.

“Let’s go up,” the two men said. To0Nne

So Ke Xun, as usual, walked at the front, Mu Yiran in the middle, and Zhu Haowen at the back. They maintained a distance of two to three steps between each other, neither too close nor too far, ready to lend a hand at any tor retreat as needed, and ascended the wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

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“Creak…Creak…”

Even with the three of them being extremely cautious and trying to step lightly, the old stairs still made crumbling sounds, and the echoes were long-lasting. Whenever their footsteps left the stairs, the echoes dragged out a long string of “clucking clucking” dull sounds.

Like the dying moans of someone’s throat filled with sawdust, desperately trying to speak but unable to say anything. c5PrEH

The bloody footprints on the stairs looked very precarious, with blood smears on the nearby walls. These blood marks included handprints, splattered blood drops, and imprints of faces rubbed on.

“How much blood did this person lose?” Ke Xun exclaimed once again, stopping in front of a relatively complete human-shaped bloodstain on the wall, pointing it out to Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen, “Look at this mark, this person was almost covered in blood from head to toe.”

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