Trapped in the Artist's Nightmare Chapter 358

After Owen Wei pieced together the three sets of pictures, BCD, he put them together with the picture of the A-side rock wall and projected them onto the screen again using the projector.

Perhaps it was because Owen Wei processed these symbols too cleanly and clearly. The symbols without noise and wrinkles were reflected on the snow-white screen. The black and white were too glaring, making the densely packed black symbols look rigid and eerie, like thousands of zombies, their movements frozen at a certain moment, as if the end of the world had suddenly descended on them, and they were buried deep underground in this posture before they even had time to react.

The indescribable emotion that I had just felt when I saw the rock painting on side A was once again multiplied through the images on the screen and silently spread throughout the tent.

Everyone was silent, confused, and inexplicably sad.

This emotion is filled with strong sadness, misery, depression, despair, and fear, as if all the negative emotions that a human being can have are mixed together and loaded heavily into the heart.