Chapter 494
"Xiu!"
Fors exclaimed, and first leaned forward, wanting to see clearly whether Xiu was really swallowed into the demon painting.
After taking two steps, she hurriedly retreated to Hasta's side, looking at the demon painting in front of her with fear in her eyes.
"Mr. Hasta, Xiu, Xiu couldn't really be swallowed into the demon painting?" Fors nervously grasped a corner of Hasta's clothes, and her eyes were already shining with crystal tears.
"Not sure yet."
Hasta motioned Fors to calm down and stay where she was, and he took two steps forward to observe the demon painting closely.
Those twisted lines, symbols, and patterns that were difficult to see and understand changed their appearance in his eyes at this moment.
Those patterns were all swallowed objects, the twisted lines were people and other intelligent creatures, and the symbols were the most essential true face of the demon painting.
There was its authority and ability, and there was also a way to seal it.
But if you want to identify it clearly, you must understand it more deeply.
"Heh."
Hasta laughed, his eyes cleared up, and the symbols on the demon painting in front of him turned into simple symbols.
The scene just now was deliberately shown to him by the demon painting, in order to tempt him to get close to its current swallowing range, and then swallow him in one gulp.
Xiu, it is possible that this is why he fell into its trap.
Hasta observed the power contained in the demon painting for a while, and then asked Fors to step back a little.
Perhaps seeing that the visitor was not taking the bait, a picture of Xiu suffering appeared in the demon painting.
In the picture, she was suffering various punishments from the demons.
It was a heavy taste in various senses. Fors just looked at it for a few times, and then spit with red cheeks, and then looked away and dared not look again.
Even though she was very worried about Xiu's specific situation at the moment, she still didn't have the courage to continue watching, it was too shameful.
Hasta observed carefully for a while, comparing Xiu in the picture with Xiu in her impression, and could only say that this demon painting was really fun.
When the observation was almost complete, Hasta pretended to be worried about Hugh, and took a few steps forward rashly, just entering the range of the devil's painting.
The whole devil's painting glowed with black and red light, and the symbols, lines, and patterns on it were running wild, swallowing Hasta into the devil's painting.
This scene frightened Fors for a while. She was willing to believe that Mr. Hasta did it on purpose in order to rescue Hugh who accidentally entered it, but she still felt panic in her heart.
Just as she was thinking about whether to ask the stars for help, the whole devil's painting began to tremble, shaking up and down, and almost fell off the wall, looking like those patients with epilepsy.
After a while, it seemed to have eaten something it shouldn't have eaten, and began to vomit in big mouthfuls.
Soon, the items in the room that were swallowed by it, including tables, chairs, stools, wall clocks, wardrobes, etc., including Hasta and Hugh, were vomited out.
Hugh was carried out by Hasta after falling into a coma. He was wet all over and looked like he had been painted with oil paint.
After vomiting, the demon oil painting seemed to be frightened. It quickly closed its big mouth, curled up, and hung quietly on the wall, sealing itself consciously.
Fors then hurried forward and took Hugh from Hasta's hand. Looking at Hugh, who was covered with colorful paint and in a mess, she felt both distressed and amused. Finally, she reached out and patted a piece of tender flesh on Hugh's right cheek that was still intact.
He said with disdain: "You are so dirty. I really want to throw you on the ground and leave you alone. When you wake up, you have to compensate me with a new set of clothes."
After handing Hugh to Fors, Hasta gave Fors a few more instructions, and asked her to take Hugh down to wash and wash, and then send him back to bed to rest.
In the room, only Hasta and the demon oil painting were left alone.
"Hehe, swallowing everything will only hurt you."
Hasta walked closer, and the starlight reappeared on his body. He reached out and lightly touched the demon oil painting, and then extracted its little consciousness.
That small ball of light of consciousness soon formed a demon the size of a thumb. If the pair of horns on its head were replaced with a pure white halo, it would look not much different from the image of an angel in the church.
At this moment, it was trembling all over, and even dared not look Hastur in the eye. It could only lower its head, weak, pitiful and helpless.
Just now, when it greedily swallowed the visitor into the painting, a status that exceeded its limit was pressed on it, almost crushing it to death.
It wanted to lift up this uninvited guest, but the status gap and the other party's strange extraordinary ability made it not even react, and it was pulled out directly.
Then it was beaten severely, and it honestly spit out what it swallowed.
Finally, it took the initiative to seal itself to avoid greater danger.
"Your ability is still very good as a prison where you can walk freely."
The little devil raised his head slowly with a shameless face, ready to take this opportunity to get close to him.
"Did I allow you to look up?"
The indifferent tone of voice made the little devil's head, which had just been slightly raised, fall down again, and his whole body trembled continuously.
Two hours later, Xio woke up from her big bed after being unconscious. She was stunned at first, and then her face became pale and bloodless, as if she was recalling something terrible.
Fortunately, Forsi noticed her abnormality in time, grabbed her palm with his left hand, and gently patted Xio's back with his right hand to let her regain consciousness first, and then told her what happened after Hastur's arrival.
Xio's face was finally not as pale as it was at the beginning, and a lot of color had recovered, but he still leaned sideways and reached out to hug Forsi's waist tightly, burying his head on her belly.
After half an hour, she finally regained her composure and asked uneasily: "Just now, did you see anything on that devil oil painting?"
"No..." Forsi lied as much as possible, but his eyes were turned away.
"Don't lie to me..." Xio's tone contained a hint of crying, "I saw it myself."
"Well, how come you saw it yourself? Shouldn't it be personal experience?" Forsi couldn't help but asked curiously.
"No way!" Xio suddenly became anxious and quickly told her what happened in the devil's oil painting.
In addition to being able to include people or objects in this demonic oil painting, another feature is that it is easy to peek into the inner fear of intelligent creatures and then use it to alienate them.
Once successfully alienated, you can no longer escape from the devil's oil painting.
In the devil oil painting, she faced various spiritual tests many times.
In that last scene, she also saw herself being tortured in the spiritual world.
Although none of that was true, it really scared her so much that she almost lost her mind completely. Fortunately, Mr. Hastur appeared in time and took her out of the coma.
"That devil oil painting is so abominable, I must burn it with fire! Burn it completely!" Xio expressed angrily.
Forsi just said leisurely: "That devil's oil painting is a fairly powerful sealed object. It can be sold for at least several thousand gold pounds. Are you willing to burn it?"
"..."
Xio remained silent and finally gave up the idea, but hugged Forsi's waist tighter.
"Didn't I tell you to be careful? How did you get swallowed up by that demonic oil painting?"
"It bewitched my mind, manipulated my body, and walked step by step into the area it devoured." Xio paused for a moment, "It's because we don't have enough understanding of its capabilities, otherwise it could have been avoided."
The two stayed in the room for another twenty minutes before they came out of the room and came to the room where the devil's oil painting was hung. They saw Hastur who had not left yet.
At this moment, the devil oil painting is hanging on the wall obediently. The twisted lines and symbols on the painting no longer have the power to confuse people. It is just an ordinary abstract painting.
"Mr. Hastur, thank you very much for your life-saving kindness. If you hadn't appeared in time, I would have become a part of this devil's oil painting."
Xio bowed deeply in the direction of Hastur.
"Next time you encounter this kind of incident and you are unable to solve it, remember to avoid it immediately and let people from major churches solve it."
"I will."
Xio lowered his head. He almost died this time. The fundamental reason was that he lacked enough awe for such mysterious events.
"Do you want to vent your anger?"
"Taking it out?" Xio looked at Hastur blankly, not understanding the true meaning of his words.
When she watched Hastur pull out a little devil with horns and paint all over it from the devil's oil painting, she immediately became angry.
"Okay!" Xio almost said the word through gritted teeth.
The little devil looked at Hastur with pleading eyes, only to receive an order of "no resistance" in return.
It lowered its head silently, waiting for the cruel torture from Xio.
As a demon, because it knows too many weaknesses of intelligent life, while torturing them, it itself gradually becomes timid, fearful, and weak.
"Hugh, don't lose your mind again."
Forsi gave a worried reminder, and then left the house with Hastur, heading to another location where the sealed artifact was stored. This place was left to Xio for the time being, so that she could vent to her heart's content.
The other sealed object is the Box of the Old Age, a silver-black three-layered jewelry box. It was formed by a planeswalker from the Abraham family after the starry sky was polluted. It has abilities that are a bit stronger than the devil's oil painting.
But the negative effects are also more terrifying than the devil's oil painting.
If it was the Box of the Old Ones that had a leaky seal this time, then Forsi and Xio probably wouldn't even have a chance to ask for help.