Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 96 The Painter's Guess

pain……

it hurts...

My whole body hurts...

It was as painful as having run 1000 meters in the college physical examination and then being forced to sign up for the 3000 meters in the sports meeting.

Wilson struggled to open his eyes.

The first thing that comes into sight is the unfamiliar beams and ceiling.

He stared blankly at the roof for a while.The eyes are empty and lifeless.

After a while, what happened in the past few days, especially the exciting scenes of fighting monsters flooded into his mind one after another.

Then he grinned and sat up covering his stomach, frowning and looking at this strange room.

He was lying on a simple wooden bed, covered with a simple white quilt, the clothes he was wearing before were folded on the head of the bed and pressed on a notebook with silver and white patterns, his glasses were also quiet placed on top.

He hurriedly checked the body of the human body, and was surprised to find that his clothes had been stripped clean, and the gunshot wound on his stomach had been carefully wrapped up with a white bandage...

Looking around, this room is quite small. Apart from the bed he is sleeping on now, there are many small cracks on the walls, and wisps of sunlight shine in from the dilapidated wooden windows.

How is this going?

A lot of speculation quickly flashed through his mind.

The last thing he saw before he passed out was the strange painter.

After the battle with the Sfiagug giant, he was able to barely stay awake until he saw the familiar person, and then he lost consciousness.

So, is he brought back by the painter now?
And kindly stripped him naked and bandaged the wound.

Wilson subconsciously touched his buttocks, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

The painter also left him a pair of underpants, so he didn't strip him naked.

He took his glasses from the bedside and put them on.

Professor Wilson is a bit short-sighted like him before crossing, but with the blessing of the power of Ultra, he can see far away, and he can see very clearly.

But it has become a habit to wear glasses. If you don't wear glasses, it will be a bit uncomfortable.

Professor Wilson's degree of myopia is not very high, unlike 100 years later, there are only a few people who are not myopic.

He was about to put on his clothes and get out of bed, but as soon as he picked up the pile of clothes, he almost fainted from the smoke.

yue——

This set of clothes was the only one he could wear in the luggage he carried yesterday, but he burrowed in the ground all night, mixed with ghouls, wandered around in the city of giants in Gug, and was later stained with human blood , this taste can no longer be described as mixed.

It can only be said that it tastes a little better than Silizan.

Wilson's expression was twisted and tangled, staring at his clothes, he didn't move for a long time, as if he was making up his mind.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and the painter with disheveled hair came in with a bucket of water. Seeing Wilson sitting up, he shouted in surprise: "Mr. South, you are awake."

"Yeah." Wilson nodded slightly, "This is your room? Did you save me?"

"Yes." The painter scratched his cheek shyly, "I'm worried that something will happen to you, Mr. South."

"Thank you." Wilson thanked him sincerely.

After all, if the painter hadn't appeared at that time, he would have collapsed halfway and passed out by now.

"However, didn't I tell you not to approach that side?" Wilson said worriedly.

He was not blaming the painter afterwards, seeking to settle accounts with him, but worried about the safety of the painter.

Fortunately, the painter appeared after he finished fighting the Sfiagug giant and Mary Hula. If he came out to look for him during the battle, it was really likely to be affected by their battle.

After the transformation, he and the two monsters were far larger than ordinary humans. Even the Guge giant could barely be regarded as a toy under such a terrifying height.And human beings are like insects and ants, they are likely to be trampled to death if they are not careful.

And even if the battle is over, he still has to worry about the existence of the black hands behind the scenes.

What if the guy who summoned the monster wanted to continue to attack him, but accidentally affected the painter?
Although this painter likes to be weird, but in the process of communication, he can feel that he is a very easy-going person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

He didn't want such a person to be implicated in him.

"Mr. South, after you let us leave there, we returned to the ghoul's lair the same way."

The painter explained, "As a result, I suddenly felt a sudden shaking of the ground, and the sudden emergence of a powerful force... It was like a great god descending, and that powerful breath made us very uneasy... Feeling and the whole world They are all out of place. But soon, that kind of breath suddenly disappeared."

"Then there was an earth-shattering terrifying shock, as if the mountains outside had collapsed, and the dim light coming in became extraordinarily dazzling."

The painter said with lingering fear, "None of us dared to go outside to see what happened. Even the most daring among the ghouls were frightened by the movement outside. Some people even suspected that the giant Gugs Once again the people have offended the gods."

"It wasn't until after the earthquake that we dared to poke our heads out of the cave to observe the outside..."

"Then, we saw the giant city of Guge that was turned into ruins." The painter sighed long, with fear in his eyes, "What a powerful force it is to turn that city of giants into that giant city." It looks like that. Maybe the gods came to the world and brought terrible divine punishment."

While speaking, he carefully looked at the mysterious Mr. South sitting on the bed.

What the painter didn't say was that he was worried about Mr. South's safety. After all, the mysterious man was his guest and a friend with whom he got along well.

He ventured to cast a glance from the entrance of the cave... Then he saw the incomparably majestic golden giant standing on the ground, how sacred and dazzling it was...

That must be a great existence!A supreme god!

There was an unbelievable guess in his heart.

Maybe this Mr. South is the incarnation who walks in the world, or his emissary.

This can explain his mysterious style, the inadvertent supernatural powers, and his unfathomable and calm attitude.

The painter deeply remembers that at the end, when he went to find Mr. South, this extraordinary demeanor standing on the boulder and looking down on everything...

After listening to what he said, Mr. South didn't show much strangeness, but showed him a shallow smile.

Everything seemed to go without saying.

(End of this chapter)