Inside the sarcophagus.

The space is small and the breathing is not smooth.

The stone slab under him was also very hard, and Du Wei felt that if he died, he must choose sparks instead of sleeping in the coffin.

However, at this time he had no energy to think too much.

"I have to control the pen of Mapa."

"Since Matthew can use you, I can do it too."

Du Wei felt cruel in his heart and held Mapa's pen tightly.

Envelopes and Shadows, as well as Freddy, including Pennywis, are using their methods to help Duvey, but they are of no use at all.

Evil spirits and demon spirits are useless when facing such ghost things.

The Demon God plays concepts.

And they...

All I can say is that the water is dropping off.

The only one who can kill evil spirits is the evil spirit, and the one who can kill demon gods does not necessarily have to be the demon gods.

"Don't worry, you are of great use to me, I won't let you die!"

Du Wei locked the Mapa's pen with his only remaining eyes. He felt that what he was holding was a living creature and a conscious existence.

That existence is extremely evil.

And, I have been trying to instill some information in him.

The information is extremely obscure, unlike any knowledge or language that can be described in a known civilization.

Du Wei couldn't understand at all.

His current state is actually at its limit.

His body was collapsing and he lost one eye. If he hadn't been forcibly slaying the devil's obsession and the power transmitted by the evil spirit Du Wei who could not wake up, he would have died.

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"Envelope, how did Matthew use this thing at that time?"

Du Wei growled in the envelope.

The envelope has cracked many cracks and may be finished in the next second.

But it holds on.

[Master, after Matthew made me with the Mapa pen, he rarely used it again, and he didn't know how he did the envelope. He only knew that this pen was brought out from the Gate of Hell.]

【Sorry, the envelope won't help you...】

For the envelope, it exists for Du Wei. If Du Wei dies, then it doesn't make any sense to live.

[Master, the envelope is really incompetent, and Brother Black Shadow is also more loyal than the envelope, but the envelope cannot be accepted. You will die in this place in this way.]

[The power of the envelope is not worth mentioning, but the envelope is willing to exchange it for you at the cost of death.]

This passage is vague.

The envelope immediately burned, illuminating the inside of the sarcophagus.

It is very simple to think about. Although its power is very weak, it will be worth it if it can help at this time.

Du Wei's only remaining eye was filled with blood.

He pinched the envelope and snuffed out the flame, and even though his palm was burned, he did not release it.

His tone was extremely cold: "Your stupidity makes me feel ridiculous. What makes you feel that I have been forced to death even you?"

"You are of value to me. If I don't kill you, who can make you die?"

The envelope collapsed: [Master, the envelope is really touched. Your kindness to the envelope is as fraternal as the sea. No wonder no matter the past and future, you have envelopes and shadows around you.]

Du Wei heard this.

His eyes suddenly lit up and a thought flashed through his mind.

“Past and Future…”

"I know what to do."

So he looked at Mapa's pen and showed a cold smile: "I am your controller. In the past and future, you are the pen in my hands, and I will write the rules."

Mapa's pen is furious.

Du Wei's mouth was bleeding, but he didn't care at all, but instead laughed.

"I know you don't believe it, but this is the ghost dimension of oil painting. I am the controller here. I can change the future and the past."

"I still have the ability to have illusions."

"I still have countless dreams."

"Even the flower that never withered was trapped by me in my dream. Can you compare it to it?"

"I can use all means to make you believe that I am your master!"

After saying that, Du Wei took the pen and poked it directly into his left eye.

Blood gushed...

His gaze was completely in darkness.

...

After Du Wei entered the sarcophagus.

James and Tiquel were frightened to find that the sound in the oil painting world suddenly stopped.

It's like acting in a silent drama.

I can't hear anything in my ears, and my own voice and the outside world all seem to not exist.

They don't know what's going on.

I can only place my hope on Du Wei in the sarcophagus.

Although I don’t know what Du Wei is going to do, if even he fails, others will have no chance of survival.

only.

The only thing that is clear is.

There are definitely loopholes in Du Wei's oil painting world.

Otherwise, there is no explanation for why the two of them could enter the oil painting without passing through the envelope or Du Wei.

And this loophole is very fatal.

If they can come in, the demon Ramer will definitely be able to do it too.

Just then.

suddenly……

The strange sound of stillness seemed to be broken.

James heard an extremely subtle sound.

It's like the clock's hand is turning.

In the blink of an eye.

His face became extremely ugly.

The same goes for Tiquel on the side.

“fuk!”

The sound has returned to freedom.

James looked up and saw a huge eye appearing in the school in the world of oil painting, the whispers that were always falling and the dark sky.

It is the demon Ramer.

It is actually trying to enter the world of oil painting from the inner world.

Titicaca...

It's the sound of something breaking.

James looked directly at the Demon God.

Blood immediately oozed out of his eyes.

Tiquel even bent his legs and knelt down directly, his skin turning rapidly. He was originally white, but his skin color was like a piece of paper at this time.

The Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods of Solomon are a conceptual existence, and their power display is more similar to those of the evil gods in Cthulhu novels.

It's just that there is no entity.
To be continued...