The end of the world starts from the global copy

"It can locate the most powerful ghost within a certain range."

The most powerful ghost in the painting environment must be the painter.

but……

As if thinking of something, Lu Ming suddenly said, "Have you ever used this thing in real life?"

"Used."

The chef had already put away the colander, and said again: "But the colander can't locate the evil spirit."

"If there is a fierce god within the range of the search, the colander will spin like a top, and it can be used as a fan in summer."

Lu Ming nodded clearly.

He understood what the chef meant.

……

Black and white painting territory.

City West District.

A dilapidated low building in an old community.

The entire low building seemed to be surrounded by someone, and the six-story building was transformed into a huge painting gallery.

Pushing open the door and entering the building, you can see a long corridor connecting the four directions, and the places where the corridor connects are painting exhibition halls of different sizes.

From the moment you enter the door, countless black and white paintings can be seen—there are figures and landscapes in the paintings, which are lifelike and have different styles.

At the end of the corridor on the sixth floor, there is the largest exhibition hall in this building. In the exhibition hall, a huge landscape painting occupies the entire space.

In the painting, the landscape of Guling City is vivid, and the black and white lines depict the whole Guling City vividly.

At this very moment, the painter is standing in front of this grand masterpiece, staring at the huge landscape with his eyes burning, his face revealing fascination.

"What a nice view……"

It's the first time I've seen such a self-proclaimed and boastful thing that can make me intoxicated...

He was so intoxicated for a long time, until his eyes flashed, as if he had sensed something.

The smile on his face gradually dissipated, and the painter looked back in the direction of the East District, and couldn't help but sneer.

"court death."

After finishing speaking, he was not in a hurry to solve the problem of the chef and Lu Ming, but took a step forward and walked into the landscape painting of Guling City in front of him.

The artist's small body falls into the painting, occupying a large space, but this fusion is not abrupt. With the wind blowing, the artist's whole body is like a black hole, slowly absorbing the black and white lines in the painting.

The Guling City in the painting, centered on the painter, began to condense.

Promotion has begun!

then……

The whole gallery suddenly trembled twice.

There was a gust of wind, and the sound of crying and howling sounded.

It can be seen that the countless paintings in the countless exhibition halls—whether they are portraits or landscape paintings, have begun to tremble inexplicably.

In hall three.

The landscape painting named Mingji Private Kitchen twitched for a long time, slowly and calmly. Then, a rusty kitchen knife protruded from it, and the black and white chef walked out of the painting and landed on the ground.

The pure white eyes didn't blink, and when the wind blew up, the black and white chef had disappeared.

In the fifth exhibition hall.

The ghostly old house in the painting also stopped trembling.

A black and white coffin floated out of the portrait and fell to the ground.

There was a sound of rubbing like a cat scratching the door, and as the coffin boards were pushed open little by little, Ghost Feng, who showed the face of an old man in a shroud, slowly sat up from the coffin.

Hall Two...

Hall [-]...

More……

And more!

Chapter 134 As for

Walk out of Che Jianchun's house and come to the street outside the community.

The expected beautiful scenery of the city full of zombies did not happen. In the black and white painting environment, black and white houses are dotted all over, and the streets and alleys are empty, like a dead zone.

From this point of view, what happened to Che Jianchun's wife is probably just an example, and the painter did not extend too many tentacles to the real world - the reason the chef said just now is that there is something about the electric fan.

As soon as he stepped onto the street, the chef couldn't wait to take out the colander and locate the painter again.

With the colander pointing the direction, the chef's body floated up and flew up. Seeing this, Lu Ming picked up hope, took out the balance bike and followed behind the chef.

The air in the black-and-white painting is quite fresh, but Lu Ming can faintly taste a little bit of stench when he feels it carefully.

As he exhaled and inhaled, Lu Ming's originally pale yellow complexion gradually turned pale - this is a sign of assimilation by the black and white painting environment.

The shadow under his feet squirmed, and the mysterious power that had invaded Lu Ming's body was discharged, but even so, Lu Ming couldn't last a few days here.

Hope is worse - Lu Ming can tell that Hope's golden hair has started to turn gray, but the chef is completely fine.

As Lu Ming said, time is a problem.

However, before Lu Ming could speak, the chef said in a neutral tone: "Time is not a problem."

Lu Ming couldn't see the chef's expression, he could only see the chef digging out his crotch and pulling out the rusty kitchen knife from his crotch.

He flew faster and faster, and the speed of the balancing car under Lu Ming's feet was more than [-] per hour before he could barely keep up with the chef's speed.

All the way without incident.

Lu Ming just looked at the flying chef in front of him, and after a while, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Ono and Ogawa..."

Just as Lu Ming spoke halfway, the chef waved his hand violently.

Because not far away, the mighty ghost energy was released, and it rushed straight to where the two were!

……

The chef's colander is able to locate the painter's position.

The painter also seems to understand that the chef has the means to position himself.

At this moment, the painter has already started to advance, but this does not mean that he can only be beaten passively.

The ghostly aura coming from the west of the city is one of the painter's methods to deal with the chef and Lu Ming!

The magnificence of this scene is not enough to describe the magnificence of this scene.

Amidst the ghostly aura, Lu Ming could see that the ghost at the head had a face exactly like the chef's—except that it was black and white.

Before Lu Ming could open his mouth, the chef had already said, "A painter's painting slave. A painter can draw down the ghosts he has seen, and thus become a painting slave."

This method highlights a high level.

There are a lot of ghosts in Guling City. The painter has lived for many years, and his knowledge is not enough to describe it. If he can draw down every ghost he has seen and turn him into a painting slave, it will be a difficult battle. .

The chef wasn't too worried.

He smiled and lifted the kitchen knife.

"There are limitations to this method. The artist can't draw fierce gods. He can only draw high-level evil spirits at most. But if a high-level evil spirit is drawn by him, his strength will be reduced by two levels and become a low-level evil spirit."

But even so, Lu Ming still has a clue...

Looking at the ghosts flying in the distance, Lu Ming simply took a look and counted the number of low-level evil spirits among them.

The chef, the ghost, the giant ghost who had met once, and eight other ghosts exuding evil spirits—eleven...

After thinking about it, Lu Ming said, "I should be able to handle it."

With two medium-level evil spirits and the Super Spirit buff given by the chef, although the eleven low-level evil spirits are troublesome, Lu Ming feels that he can still fight.

However, as soon as this remark fell, the chef had already swung his knife!

"I didn't ask you to deal with trash fish!"

When the voice fell, the knife light exploded!

……

The dark wind blows and blows the chef's hair.

He raised the knife and swung it in one go, just like he usually handles ingredients on the counter.

After the knife falls, there is space to oscillate!

At that moment, the artist's black-and-white painting scene rumbled like an earthquake, the sky was vaguely cracked by the chef's knife, and the painting slaves who were facing the attack felt the ferocity of this knife even more!

The body of the leading chef and painting slave was torn apart in an instant, and scattered in all directions like ink. The giant ghost behind him was split in two in an instant. With the wound as the center, black paint was swayed wantonly, like splashed ink.

The forward momentum of the painting slaves froze for an instant, but the chef had already swung his sword a second time.

A faint light swayed from the chef's body, and Lu Ming could feel that the chef's ghost body seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Lu Ming frowned and looked at the chef's back, but suddenly he heard the chef's wild laughter resounding through the whole black and white painting scene!

"painter!"

"painter!!"

"Where did you hide, you little bastard!?"

"Your grandpa is here to look for you!"

One knife, one knife, another knife!

The knife splits the road of life and death!

In just a few words, the main road leading to the dilapidated low building was opened by the chef, and all the painters along the way were wiped out.

The chef raised his knife and glared at the dilapidated low building in front of him. Just as the knife was about to fall, there was a sudden force behind him.

It was Lu Ming who grabbed the chef without saying a word.

At this moment, Lu Ming's eyes flashed with seriousness, and he said softly: "It's not that..."

"As for."

The chef's voice was unprecedentedly cold.

He swung the knife again, and the door of the dilapidated low building was blasted open. Afterwards, Qila Lu Ming and Hope stepped forward, and they had already reached the door of the low building.

"It's true."

After speaking, the chef walked into the low building first.

Behind him, Lu Ming looked calm, but his heart was complicated.

After thinking about it, a slight murmur came from Lu Ming's mouth.

"What should I do if you do this?"

He always kept in mind his purpose of helping the chef this time - it's not shameful to be greedy.

But at this moment, Lu Ming suddenly realized that he seemed to be in a situation where nothing could be done.

With complicated feelings like this, Lu Ming followed the chef into the low building, and the straight long corridor fell into his eyes.

……

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Xiao Chuan."

"Well, Xiao Chuan... What's your surname?"

"No surname, what surname do lonely ghosts want?"