Help! This savior is too stupid!

The pale yellow light fainted.

The painter's revolving door was also spread out in front of everyone.

The hard-headed Jizo, the gambler, and the street rusher couldn't help but take a step forward and stretched their necks for fear of missing a detail.

On the one hand, the painter is a legend. Even if they are also legends, they can only respect another legend.

On the other hand, who can say no to a small movie?

Since the painter divided it into nine, the memory will be more fragmented when the revolving lantern is played.

For example, the last time Jiang Bai used it on Xuehu Painter, all his memories started from outside the Qin-Han Pass. Before that, there was nothing.

This time, things are different.

In the first scene, what is coming is snow.

There was such heavy snow, covering the sky and the earth, the sky and the earth were pure white, and the end could not be seen.

In the face of the mighty power of heaven and earth, it seemed that the extraordinary power had lost its effect, and the group of people trudged through the ice and snow.

Soon, a small black dot appeared in front of them, which was their destination - the Antarctic research station.

Jiang Bai's eyelids twitched. He didn't expect that the scene that came up would be so exciting.

In the wind and snow, the group finally arrived at the Antarctic research station and entered it.

The painter's perspective is different from others.

Others are busy removing their equipment. In order to resist the extreme low temperature, they must wear various secret treasures, which consumes a lot of money. Now that they have entered the scientific research station, although they are about to face other threats, the threat of low temperature is gone for the time being.

At this moment, the painter is familiar with the road and continues to move forward.

This is a forbidden land of death, with many rules. No one dares to act rashly, but the painter seems to know the rules and does not violate any taboos!

Finally, he got what he wanted.

"Super-grade active liquid water, a specialty of the fourth mysterious tide. With one can, even a seriously injured dragon can survive..."

There are four cans of such good stuff in front of the painter!

After putting away the four jars of priceless healing relics, the painter muttered,

"Take it back and find the director. You should be able to exchange it for a few uses of Tianwen..."

Is this why he came to the Antarctic research station?

Jiang Bai frowned, always feeling that things were not that simple.

The painter came back, stood at the door, clapped his hands,

"Everyone! Everyone!"

The team members were immediately attracted to him and looked up.

Apparently the painter was the leader of the trip.

The painter cleared his throat,

"Everyone, as requested, I have brought you here. Everything you gain here belongs to you..."

"but."

The painter changed the subject,

"This is a forbidden place of death after all. Even if you come here, you can't get out and you will die sooner or later. Why not do me a favor?"

Someone in the crowd asked, "What's the deal?"

"Hurry up and die, don't waste my time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the painter opened the door suddenly, and the wind, snow and extremely low temperature poured into the scientific research station. The people who had just taken off their guard had no time to make any resistance. Under the extremely low temperature, their lives quickly passed away and turned into ice sculptures. .

Looking at the many ice sculptures, the painter let out a breath of cold air, rubbed his hands, picked up an ice skate and threw it out.

Bang bang bang——

The ice sculptures were broken one after another, and their vitality was completely wiped out.

After doing all this, the painter closed the door without leaving his head...

The first act gradually faded away.

Wei Junjie was just right and dug out the records of that year.

"Seventy-two years ago, the painter led a team of eight people into the Antarctic scientific research station, and only one person survived..."

Jiang Bai touched his chin and muttered,

"strangeness."

Everyone was immediately puzzled, "What's weird?"

Could it be that Jiang Bai noticed that everyone did not pay attention to the details?

Jiang Bai told the strange thing in his heart,

"Strange, why didn't the painter touch the corpse?"

Everyone:......

A normal person would never think of such details.

They may study the reasons why the painter killed people, or they may study the information about the people killed by the painter, but no one will study why the painter didn't pick up the rags and garbage on the ground.

"Because these people's ghosts and secret treasures are all the price, the artist's sacrifice to the forbidden land of death."

The gambler suddenly spoke and explained,

"There are terrifying beings sleeping in the forbidden land of death. You should know that the painter has a magical ability. He can communicate with these sleeping beings without being killed. If conditions permit, the two parties can also make deals... ."

The painter is in the forbidden land of death, he can come and go freely, and he can also take the resources he needs.

In exchange, he had to offer something.

From this perspective, it seems reasonable that the painter killed people but did not save the ghosts, let alone take care of the secret treasures all over the ground.

"Is this so..."

After hearing the gambler's explanation, Jiang Bai's perception of the existence of sleeping in the forbidden land of death was temporarily a little different.

The next scene of the revolving lantern began again, and everyone's attention returned to the revolving lantern again.

The painter is reading the information.

There are many mosaics in the content of the data.

Even in the eyes of a painter, these contents are mosaics.

"Code name: Han Chan.

Gender: Gunship.

Age: (mosaic)

Personality: (Mosaic)...."

There is not much valuable information in this document, and now everyone knows it.

I just don’t know where the artist got this mission 002 information.

Jiang Bai looked normal and continued to read.

"Master, only you can help me."

The painter took the information and found a mysterious man.

"This information is extremely important to me. I am willing to pay no matter what the price is, as long as you help me remove the mosaic on this paper and show the content under the mosaic!

This mosaic is sealed with a secret method. When it is unlocked, it must not damage the paper or the content inside. Only you can do it!"

The mysterious man sat in the dark, thought for a moment, and put forward his own conditions.

"I can help you, but I also want to see the content on the paper."

This request is not excessive.

The painter was silent for a moment, his expression was normal, and there was already murderous intent in his heart.

This person has already sought death.

"Okay."

The painter agreed, and the master took the paper and began to try to restore the content on the paper and remove the mosaic.

The mosaic on the paper was bizarre, and the painter couldn't remove it. He had to ask for help from others, and even killed people to silence them.

However, the painter really had no choice. He had to know what was written on the paper.

"Okay."

The master restored the content on the paper and handed it to the painter. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the cold light went straight to his heart.

"You!"

The master died.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He died peacefully, like a master.

The painter who killed people to silence them couldn't wait to open the paper to see what was under the mosaic!

"How could this happen... How could this happen..."

In the painter's absent-minded questioning, everyone fell silent.

They saw it clearly from the painter's perspective.

There was nothing on this paper, under the mosaic.

There was nothing else on this paper...

Mosaic loneliness...