Behind the Scenes: I Created the God Sequence

Xu Lingling was slightly embarrassed: "The lowest-level mistake? What is that?"

Li Xiang said helplessly: "Monitor, sister."

"There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the art museum. The time you told the police that you entered the women's restroom does not match up with the time in the surveillance camera!"

"Aren't you digging a hole for yourself?"

When Xu Lingling heard this, her whole body trembled, as if she had been poured a basin of ice water from head to toe, and she was stunned.

yes!

If the time is not right, then it is lying, lying is covering up, and covering up is a crime!

It's over. This mistake is not only low-level but also fatal. Once Zhao Wenwu checks the monitoring, he will find that he is lying!

Li Xiang glanced at Xu Lingling, who was pale, and raised the corner of his mouth: "However, by coincidence, a crow damaged the surveillance circuit of the museum, and the surveillance during that period could not be viewed."

Xu Lingling suddenly opened her eyes wide, with a look of disbelief on her face: "Really...really? What a coincidence?!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Xu Lingling suddenly realized that there could be no such coincidence!

That crow doesn't come early or late, but at that time?

There are so many lines, but the monitoring line is damaged?

"Is it you? It's you..."

Xu Lingling's heart was extremely complicated, as if she had knocked over the five-flavor bottle: "Thank you."

Li Xiang shrugged and said calmly: "I'm just protecting my experimental subjects, but this is just one time and I won't do it next time."

Xu Lingling nodded slightly and looked at Li Xiang with gratitude.

But the next moment, she suddenly felt a chill running down her back!

Wait, how did Li Xiang know such details? It's like seeing it with your own eyes.

And he analyzed his mistakes so thoroughly? !

hiss!

Xu Lingling took a breath of air and looked at Li Xiang with only awe and fear in her eyes.

He seems to know everything and can do anything!

In front of him, she seemed transparent and couldn't hide any secrets.

Is he still in the human category?

Or should we call it...Him!

Li wanted to give Xu Lingling time to react and continued: "The third mistake was your bag."

"The ax is in the bag and it must have scratches. Get rid of those scratches before the police discover that the soaked painting is a fake."

Xu Lingling nodded hurriedly subconsciously. This is indeed a big or small handle.

Li thought: "Okay, let's take out the "Pictures of Ladies"."

"Oh, okay."

Xu Lingling immediately put out the cigarette in her hand, and then took off her windbreaker.

That "Picture of a Lady" is actually hidden on the back of the windbreaker!

Li Xiang nodded slightly when he saw this: "The most dangerous place is the safest place, and the best way to handle your operation this time is where the "Picture of Ladies" is hidden."

Xu Lingling secretly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and there was a trace of pride in her heart. After all, this was the first time she had been praised by Li Xiang!

Li Xiang pointed to the wall: "Hang the picture on the opposite wall."

Xu Lingling agreed, immediately opened the scroll and hung it on the wall.

As soon as the picture scroll was opened, a strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of ink came to the nostrils, desolate and simple.

The picture shows beautiful mountains and rivers, with clouds and mist lingering, but the graceful long-haired woman in plain clothes is missing!

Xu Lingling was shocked: "Hey, what's going on? Why are the people in the painting missing?"

Li Xiang sat on the chair, holding his head with one hand and looking at the strange "Picture of Ladies": "If you don't come out, then you will never come out. I will tear you into pieces and throw you into the sewer to feed the cockroaches." !”

Before he finished speaking, the clouds and mist in the painting surged, and a graceful beauty in ancient costume stepped out, her red lips parted slightly and she said:

"Sir, wait a minute!"

"The slave family is trapped in the painting out of necessity. I hope you will show mercy!"

The beauty in ancient costume hides her face and weeps, and the pear blossoms are raining beautifully.

Xu Lingling was shocked when she saw this. Is this the same crazy woman who wanted to dig out my mother's heart as a sacrifice if she disagreed with her in the art museum? !

What a double standard!

Li Xiang was stunned by the sudden ancient saying and cleared his throat: "Let's be honest, I need the century-old mysterious ink in your hair."

"If you give it, everything can be discussed. If you don't give it, there is no need to discuss it."

The woman in the painting looked troubled when she heard this and sobbed: "Young master, you don't know. This hundred-year-old black ink is the foundation of the slave family's shelter and the soul of the slave family."

"Only by growing ninety thousand long hairs can the slave family escape from this world in the painting and come back to life."

"Therefore, this matter of obtaining Xuan Mo..."

Li Xiang yawned and waved his hands impatiently: "Okay, okay, don't waste time with your poor acting skills. Take action if you have the ability."

Before she finished speaking, the pretty face of the woman in the painting instantly withered and rotted into white bones. Her eye sockets were dark and she shouted sternly: "Become my sacrifice!"

Buzz buzz~

Scarlet curse lines burst out of the ground instantly, densely packed and creeping in strange ways, and then quickly assembled into a sacrificial array, trapping Li Xiang and Xu Lingling in it.

Xu Lingling was so shocked that she felt like she was falling into a mire and couldn't extricate herself.

She was horrified to find that this magic circle was several times more powerful than when she was in the art gallery, and even the tables and chairs surrounding it were floating in the air!

It turns out that the woman in the painting was pretending to be in front of Li Xiang in order to buy time and allow the sacrificial array to exert its greatest power.

But on the other hand, Li Xiang sat on his chair without moving, with a calm expression on his face, waiting for the magic circle to open.

Xu Lingling was in doubt. Was Li Xiang too arrogant this time? !

This magic array is really powerful!

"Hahaha~"

The woman in the painting smiled strangely at Li Xiang, and her black hair suddenly danced: "You are very brave, then I will eat your liver and gallbladder first!"

Swoosh~

The black hair suddenly rolled in the painting like an avalanche, and it shot towards Li Xiang rapidly.

Li Xiang stood up from his chair, his deep eyes were filled with golden light, and it rotated strangely like silk.

As far as the eye could see, all the tables, chairs, cabinets, equipment... were marked with data accurate to the millimeter, angle, height, speed, volume...

The sacrificial array under his feet was also quickly disassembled into complicated spells, simple strokes, crude punctuation...

Even the whistling hair became traceable, and every hair was visible.

The D-level ability of the Weaver of Destiny, deduction!

Calculate the past and predict the future.

Li Xiang put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the front with his hair fluttering in front of his forehead. The ghostly figure shuttled and swam in the waves of thousands of strands of hair. His windbreaker fluttered, but he didn't get a single leaf on his body.

Although there were many strands of hair, the trajectory in the dark had long been seen through by the fate weaver, who fiddled with it at will.

Although the formation was complicated, the fate-intertwined formation eye was easily broken by the fate weaver, who walked leisurely in the garden.

In Xu Lingling's surprised eyes, Li Xiang had already come to the woman in the painting and smiled evilly: "If I don't seduce you to take action, I really can't get the hundred-year-old black ink."

After that, he grabbed the woman's neck in the painting and pulled it hard, directly pulling off her head with long hair to the ground.

Tap tap tap~

Li Xiang carried the head of the woman in the painting to the big vat and raised it to the air.

Tick-tock tick-tock~

Scarlet blood flowed out from the broken neck and gathered in the big vat.

The woman's frightened facial features gradually blurred and melted, and her black hair faded to snow-white. At the same time, the scarlet blood in the vat transformed into black ink.