The Lord of Reincarnation - 389. Chapter 388 Manuscript

“Sir, sorry, this is Mr. Dewen’s private studio, and it is not open to the public…”

Just when Fang Xian was about to leave, a group of people came over, and a staff member led hastily stepped forward.

“Oh, I’m a little immersed in the great works of art, and some have lost my way… I’m sorry…” Fang Xian apologized politely and turned around to leave.

“Roca!”

Steward and Shala were also among the group of people. They were surrounded by Dewen and seemed to have a very pleasant conversation.

“Wait a minute, Mr. Dewen, this is the friend I just mentioned and I want to introduce to you-Roca… an outstanding writer.”

Shala enthusiastically introduced both parties.

“Hello, Mr. Rocca.”

Devon said hello with a smile.

“Just call me Roca, Mr. Dewen.” Fang Xian had to stop and sighed inwardly.

This Shala and Steward, drill wherever there are any abnormalities.

“Roca, do you want to visit my private studio?”

Dewen seems to be in low spirits. Only when he mentions his work and his own work, his eyes are full of enthusiasm: “The work you saw before is far from being great…”

“Will it be too bothersome?”

Fang Xian turned his head and looked at the door.

rustle! rustle!

In his ears, there seemed to be the sound of worms twisting their bodies.

Slippery, distorted, disgusting…

It seems that behind this door, there is an indescribable horror lurking.

“No, no… I originally wanted to take new friends I know to visit my studio. There are no privacy or precious objects in it, only a semi-finished product.”

De Wen is reserved and authentic.

“That’s really an honor… I mean… I can’t wait…” Sheila covered her lips with her hands and laughed in surprise.

“Haha, please.”

Devin took out a bunch of brass keys, found one of them, and unlocked the studio door.

What appeared in front of everyone was a small studio.

The surrounding wooden shelves are filled with carving tools such as plaster, tool hammers, and carving knives.

Some papers were piled in a mess on the ground, covered with lime and other colors. In the corners, there were some abandoned sculptures.

Most of them are incomplete semi-finished products.

A woman with a broken arm, a man with only half of his face, a kid with a funny smile… At first glance, it gave people a frightening atmosphere, as if a pile of broken limbs of real human beings were randomly dumped in the garbage dump.

“Oh!”

“Is this the sculptor’s studio? I think we have something to brag about at the reception…”

Shala and several women looked at everything around them curiously, and finally turned their eyes to the center of the studio.

There is also a sculpture, covered with a white cloth.

Fang Xian lowered his head slightly, as if admiring the white spots on the ground. In fact, his inspiration had already been strongly touched.

‘The scary thing behind the door is the semi-finished sculpture covered with white cloth? ‘

In his eyes, that layer of white cloth seemed to cover up the endless horror, and thousands of worms seemed to be wriggling underneath.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you a truly great work of art, although it is only half completed…”

Dewen excitedly got up strangely, grabbed the white cloth, and gently opened it.

What appeared in the eyes of everyone was a half-finished old man’s head.

The grayish-white stone-like plaster constitutes the main body of the head of the old man, showing every detail perfectly according to the true ratio of one to one.

The old man’s facial features are profound, with some plaster edges and corners, which are blurred and not completely formed.

But his hair is arrogant, his beard hangs long, with a weird twist, and his lines are thick, like worms.

In general, this is a weird image with a fuzzy face and a beard and hair like worms that are constantly climbing, wriggling, twisting, and knotting.

The old man’s mouth is open and his tongue has not yet been carved.

But in Fang Xian’s eyes, the old man’s head seemed to come alive, and that unfinished tongue also turned into a thick and wriggling fleshy insect…

“Huge…worm…hymn…”

Some strange words have already surfaced in his mind.

It seems that as long as a pen is used, a line of poems can be created on the spot.

‘No…can’t be here. ‘

Fang Xian lowered his head, not looking at the stone sculpture, his spirit suddenly calmed a lot:’It is definitely a supernatural power…but it feels a little different from the’bird with broken wings’…’

“this……”

Facts have proved that it is difficult for ordinary people to accept this work.

Even if it’s just unfinished, some women feel a little uncomfortable.

“This work is called-‘The Worm Man’… It was inspired by some manuscripts left by Mr. Capelow, the greatest sculptor in history.”

The introduction of the text is generally authentic: “I got some of them, and I got inspiration from them by studying them. What do you think?”

“Is that the ominous Capelu master in his later years?”

An old man obviously has a lot of research on this: “I remember that the last work of Master Kepro seems to be related to insects… But it is a pity that in history, the doom sculpture was sealed after completion or It was destroyed, and the photos were not even published in newspapers… I still saw some introductions from a gentleman’s personal diary… It is said that the work makes people feel great at first glance and realize their own merits. Small……”

He looked at the semi-finished stone sculpture, his expression gradually became a little obsessed: “It’s like this… so it’s like this…”

‘I found an idiot with a drop in sanity. ‘

Fang Xian remembered the image of the old man, and when he was ready to go back, he inquired about his name and asked the investigator to come and read the water meter.

Immediately, he found that the eyes of the people around him gradually changed from disgust.

With some curiosity, some inquiry.

It may not take long for these eyes to turn into fanaticism.

Even Stewart and Shala had an obsessive expression at this time, as if the worms that made up their hair and beards were so beautiful.

“Ahem!”

Fang Xian leaned in and slammed into Steward, “Steward!”

“Hmm? What’s the matter? My friend?”

Steward dealt with it casually, unwilling to look away from the sculpture.

“I think we have been disturbing Mr. Dewen for too long to influence other people’s work and exhibitions…especially Shala.”

Fang Xian deliberately irritated the people Steward was caring about.

His psychological assault training this month was not learned in vain.

“Yeah, and Shala.”

Steward’s eyes finally moved away from the statue and saw the obsessed Shala, a sour taste suddenly appeared in his heart: “We should go now, yes, we should leave… No, let me take another look. , Just a glance…”