Corridor Of Creatures

"Kuzhu, are you serious about not doing anything about it?" Xiwu came to the second floor first and found the caretaker of this floor, Kuzhu.

The spray of paint reflected different colors on the wall. The boy pointed at a string of pictures and texts on the wall that Xiwu couldn't appreciate and said, "How about it? Isn't it beautiful?"

"It seems you didn't listen to me at all?"

"It doesn't matter, Xi Wu. Anyway, you know that the magic sword went back and forth twice without destroying a single member on the second floor before going to the third floor. Have you forgotten?"

Shen Dao led the organization twice, barely making any stops on the first and second floors, and traversed all the way. As the caretaker of the second floor, he was already numb.

"But you have to know that Zhu Qiu Ting has reduced the number of people for them. What about you?"

"Zhu Qiu Ting, downsizing?"

Seeing Xiwu hand over a letter with a special rose picture of Suzuki on it is enough to prove the credibility of the letter.

"You should believe it now, right?"

Kuzhu nodded slowly, "I understand, I'll try my best."

"Thanks a lot."

Xi Wu turned into a ball of smoke and flew out of the window, leaving Ku Zhu worried in the room. The paintings on the wall suddenly became monotonous. Zhu Qiu Ting was able to suppress the magic sword. This invisible pressure piled up on him. , and he cannot lag behind.

Just a sigh, a moment of movement flashed in the room under the dark night, and a thud was heard. Kuzhu turned back indifferently, and glanced at the distant door through the window, and the colors on the surrounding walls suddenly darkened.

"Then there's nothing we can do. Let me free you..."

The perspective gradually zoomed out, and a road 10,000 meters away led directly to the door. The bitter bamboo at the top of the third floor held spray paint in his hand and sprayed a huge "death" into the void, then smoothed his hair and left gracefully.

The second level, also known as the City of Art, was built by Kuzhu. After a long period of hard work, this prosperous city was created.

The reason why he is unwilling to use all his strength is because those who share the same hobbies as him are willing to be weak and let the magic sword pass through this level in order to protect this level.

"Maybe it's time for me to take this seriously, and not just for myself."

"Shen Sword, this time, the corridor will no longer be tolerant to you, and we are no longer friends. The friendship we once had has been wiped out!"

When you break into this city of art, the first thing you notice is a shock. There is a huge stone suspended on the ceiling. It is completely different from the first floor. It has the grandeur of a city, but the walls are printed with different colors.

Walking onto the street, everyone they saw, whether they were cars or people, looked at them strangely, and they also showed disdain when they saw the magic sword.

Some people even came over and looked them up and down. In order to avoid the limelight, they had no choice but to enter a hotel first. The art inside made people tremble.

An evil black dragon was printed on the wall behind the counter. The shop owner smiled secretly when he saw the visitor, "Guys, why are you here?" "Stay in the shop."

"Okay, draw, pass, pass."

There was a trace of ridicule on the shopkeeper's lips, and he waved his hand after looking at their "unremarkable" clothes.

With an expression of embarrassment on his face, if Zhu Qiu Ting hadn't had a sudden change and was worried about some accident, Shen Dao wouldn't have planned to rest here.

"Let me do it."

Qi Mengshang walked to the counter, turned around and smiled, "I'm still a little bit good at it."

"This young lady may not be able to impress me even though she knows a little bit about it."

Faced with the shop owner's embarrassment, Qi Mengshang just smiled lightly, picked up the pen and started drawing, starting from the border.

Under the dim sky, there were clouds and moons for half the sky, and the sun was blazing for half the sky. Just starting his hands made the shop owner's eyes light up. He went from lying on his stomach to holding his body with his hands and staring intently, just in an instant.

Under the vast sky, half of the river and sea, wooden boats drifting between two mountains, half of the jungle, the girl walked into the depths with a young elk, a black dragon loomed in the left sky, the golden leaves on the zenith on the side of the head were shaped like a golden dragon, two Correspondingly, the girl finally settled on the center of the painting, secluded a beautiful jungle path to the left, and added a thin river to the right.

"So, are you satisfied?"

Shocked to the point of speechlessness, Qi Mengshang smiled softly, "Shopkeeper?"

"Ah? Ah! Please come in, please come in!"

She turned around and elegantly put the pen upside down on the table, "Let's go."

The shop owner didn't care where they went. His eyes wandered over the paintings on the counter. The miraculous creations made him have an illusion, "This person's artistic talent may be able to compete with General Kuzhu."

When we got to the second floor, there were no residents here. The shop owner appeared behind me at some point, "Everyone living on the second floor has their own place to live, their own jobs, and their own food. Of course, no one comes to live here." It’s up to you to pick whatever you want, no money required.”

The shopkeeper smiled heartily and walked downstairs easily.

Everyone nodded to each other, found the room and went in.

Wei Ying closed the door, looked at the rarely acceptable black and white walls and smiled bitterly, then relaxed his body and lay down on the bed, rushing from the first floor to the second floor, his bones were about to fall apart.

When night fell, the shopkeeper took the images from the surveillance camera, confirmed that everyone was asleep, and left quietly. He took an express train on the street and drove straight to Kuzhu's palace, saying that he had something important to report.

The video, including the painting, was quickly passed to the caretaker Ku Zhu. As reward, he found a check and a land deed from the room and handed them to his men, "Okay, send them over."

He couldn't help but appreciate the painting in front of him. This kind of split art was more like a kind of expression, coming from the depths of his soul. He chuckled, took the painting in his hand, and lit a fire...

Lingling sparks flew from below, and when they hit the corners of the dry paper, they glowed with fire. A little bit of gray waste fell off from the painting. Kuzhu stared at the flame as it evolved, from small to large, from large to small, and finally to nothingness. .

If no one comes to appreciate it, art is not art, and real art should not be bought and sold...

This is the sadness in Kuzhu's heart. Although he has been protecting these compatriots who pursue art, no one really understands him and his dreams.

Thousands of words, in the end, turned into a bitter smile and a lament after the bitter smile.

A gust of warm wind blew from the window, warming Kuzhu's whole body. He turned around and looked behind him with a smile, "Miss Lingnu, why are you here?"

"Ah, me?"

Suzume waved her hand gently, and the painting that had just been burned reappeared in her hands, "I want to keep it, is that okay?"

"this......"

"In return, I am willing to exchange an item with you, how about it?"

What he wanted to say was stuck in his throat, so Kuzhu had no choice but to nod.

A new painting appeared in Kuzhu's hand. Under the slightly dim blue sky, a girl in blue faced the sky. Spears and helmets were scattered around. There were countless dead people. They stretched out their hands, and countless heroes who died in battle turned into white light and shone.

Something touched his heart. Kuzhu knew that this was a painting made just before Lingnv was buried. He also wanted to return a gift, "Miss Lingnv, please! What do you want?"

"Huh? Me?"

"Um!"

"Then, please create a painting of your own. By then, I will come with a new gift."

"okay, I get it!"