Paintings of Terror

ages, didn’t he?!”

“Witchcraft is a warped, sinister, abnormal existence to begin with.” Mu Yiran remained calm.
“There’s no need to discuss whether their familial rules are right or wrong.
All we need to know is that this village is like a lost land.
It’s been shut off to the rest of the world all this time, with its communication to the outside world completely broken.” 

Ke Xun continued, “Which brings up an issue.”

Mu Yiran looked at everyone.
“If we connect this to what Ke Xun and Wei Dong experienced just now, we can confirm that this village has completely cut off all ties with the outside world and even prohibits outsiders from entering.
Now, this brings up the question: just who painted this painting? How did this painting get spread around?”

Everyone suddenly came to a realization.
Their expressions all changed.

Ke Xun raised a hand.
“Boss, was there a Li Haojing in the genealogical records?” 

Mu Yiran glanced at him.
“No.”

Ke Xun scratched his head.
“Then is it a coincidence?”

Mu Yiran’s gaze changed slightly.
“Not necessarily.
Many painters changed their names or decided to go by aliases after becoming successful.”

Wei Dong interrupted, “Then that makes things difficult.
How would we know who decided to go by another name?” 

“Since we know that the painter’s name is Li Haojing,” Mu Yiran said, “Then we more or less solved the first question.
The second question is, how did this painting spread around? Or rather, how did this Li Haojing enter this village, paint this painting and then take this painting outside?”

“If Li Haojing was a villager, then it’s not strange that he was able to paint this painting.” The doctor chimed in.
“However, the village prohibits its villagers from having dealings with the outside world.
They are not allowed to leave the village too.
As such, there’s no way to explain how the painting was spread around.”

“We have one last discovery.” Mu Yiran said to Ke Xun and Wei Dong, “We scoured all the homes in this village but we didn’t see a single living person.”

“W-what do you mean?” Wei Dong shivered. 

“Every house was covered in varying levels of dust.” The doctor said, “It’s evident that no one has lived in this village for a long time.
Nonetheless, we didn’t discover any corpses or coffins within any of the homes.”

Furthermore, the object we saw the most frequently within these homes,” Mu Yiran’s gaze turned profound, “Were memorial tablets.”

Ke Xun raised a brow.
“So that means that the villagers of this village have already all died?”

Mu Yiran nodded slightly.
“I assume so.
We’ve compared the tablets to the genealogical records.
The names on the tablets were also in the record.” 

Ke Xun rubbed his chin in thought.
“Could a plague or something have hit this village? Or maybe a natural disaster? Otherwise, how could so many people have died?”

Mu Yiran said in a flat voice, “The amount of dust in each home is different.
This means that they didn’t all die at the same time.”

The doctor nodded.
“It probably took out a few years—possibly even over a decade—for them to gradually die off.”

The corner of Wei Dong’s lips twitched.
“Could it be because their life spans were shortened from all those consanguineous marriages?” 

Mu Yiran’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Or maybe, they died from a curse?”

Everyone was alarmed upon hearing this.

Ke Xun was the first to react.
“What you’re saying is that the three Chinese Scholar trees by Guaiguai’s house wasn’t meant to just curse Guaiguai’s family but…the whole Li Family village?!”

“That’s what I think.” Mu Yiran nodded. 

Wei Dong was speechless.
“Who would hold such a big grudge? To actually curse an entire village.”

Ke Xun suddenly asked, “Then, why did the old man say that there weren’t any Chinese Scholar trees? Although he suddenly went crazy and tried to bite us after hearing something he didn’t like, I don’t think he was trying to play dumb.”

Mu Yiran lowered his eyes in thought.
Suddenly, he started walking.
Everyone exchanged glances before following after him.

Once again, they arrived in front of the three old Chinese Scholar trees in Guaiguai’s courtyard.
Mu Yiran gazed up at the ghost faces on the trees’ barks. 

Ke Xun also came over.
The faces seemed to protrude even further out compared to the morning.
Entire faces and even parts of the head now stuck out.
They looked like they had already escaped the trees’ bark.
It was just that the back of their heads were still slightly connected to the bark.
They looked like massive tumours in the trees, all gathered in clusters as they hung off the bark.
They looked disgusting.

“Have you noticed,” Ke Xun jabbed Mu Yiran with his elbow, “That it looks like these faces have genders? Look at that one, doesn’t it look like it belongs to an auntie? And that one—it even has a beard.
The one above it looks like a seven or eight your old child.
And then there’s that one over there—there’s an infant’s face beneath the granny’s face.
There are faces of guys, girls, old and young.”

“Mn.” Mu Yiran wasn’t surprised.
It was obvious that he had already realized that.

“I suddenly have an idea.” Ke Xun’s gaze swept over the ghost faces as he spoke.
“Do you think that these faces are….” 

“The faces of the deceased villagers.” Mu Yiran finished his thought calmly.

Ke Xun pointed at a face near the roots of the tree he was looking at: “…Liu Yufei.”

Mu Yiran’s gaze followed the direction he was pointing.
This face looked like it was new.
It looked greyish.
Unlike the other faces, it was already a dark grey.

The ghost face had a striking resemblance to Liu Yufei.
There was even something that resembled a pigtail at the back of the face’s head. 

The features of the face were warped terribly, preserving the pained expression Liu Yufei had made during his miserable death.
However, there was also deep resentment within the pain.
It looked like there was a pair of invisible eyes within those dark eye-sockets that were filled with endless resentment and malice.
It felt like they were currently trained on Mu Yiran and Ke Xun.

Mu Yiran stared at those eye-sockets for a moment, completely unaffected.
He then walked around the tree and ended up finding the faces of the five people who had died before Liu Yufei.

“It looks like these three trees hadn’t been planted.” Mu Yiran said, “They are a symbol in this painting that represents something else and aren’t actually real trees.”

“No wonder the old man said that there weren’t any trees,” Ke Xun said.
“Speaking of the old man, why wasn’t he cursed with death? It can’t be that he’s the only survivor of this village?” 

“Let’s go take a look.”

Mu Yiran said this while walking.
However, Ke Xun grabbed his elbow, stopping him.
“That old man’s already gone crazy.
You’re going to die if you go over there now.”

Zhang Maolin, who was nearby, agreed.
“That’s right! Let’s hurry and find the signature before it gets dark!”

Mu Yiran’s gaze turned towards the old man’s house.
He said in a flat voice, “I have an idea as to who that old man really is.”