I Wasn't Born Lucky

Although the scene was evenly matched at one time, Jiang is still old and hot in Xiao Li's words-although there seems to be something wrong with this sentence here, but as a silent dungeon ghost, Xiu Ji's strength is obviously greater than that of the ghost in this picture painted by hand.

Originally, the distance between the hands of Xiu Ji and Ghost Painting was in the middle of the corridor, but as time passed, the place where the palms of both sides met gradually dragged towards the direction of the ancient painting, and the arm protruding from the wall of the painting gallery was pulled further and further away. long, and was finally dragged into ancient paintings.

Xiao Li unfolded the ancient painting and saw that the ghost hand completely stiffened as soon as it entered the ancient painting, and lost its vitality, like a specimen, withered and pale.

Xiu Ji was playing with this arm, but after thinking about it, she seemed to think it was meaningless, so she changed hands and threw it to the stickman.

The stickman was not interested in this thing either, so he let go of his hand straight away, allowing the ghost hand to fall to the ground, and turned to look at Xiao Li.

It reacted very slowly. It looked at Xiao Li dully, and after about half a minute, it jumped up slowly and waved its hand at him, looking very friendly.

Xiao Li bent his index finger and tapped the stickman's head, as if watching his own children and grandchildren having fun.

Suddenly there was a shallow breathing sound in his ears, and when he looked up, he saw Shen Mizhi.

The young man had already leaned over inadvertently, with deep eyes, looking at the small part of the back of the young man's neck that was exposed because he lowered his head, the complexion over there was fair and delicate, seeing Xiao Li turning his head now, he calmly said Turn your gaze to the painting.

Most of the time Xiao Li doesn’t like to share his emotions with outsiders, but this time it’s different. There are many famous paintings here, but only the stick figures are drawn by him, which adds to Xiao Li’s sense of honor. He raised his eyes lightly Glancing at him, showing off with rare interest: "Look, my son."

His son was dangling his two linear arms, as cheerfully as a match stick in a copycat mobile game.

The boy's black eyes were like gems soaked in the mist in the forest, even in the dark, they looked radiant.

His appearance was imprinted in the pupils of the young man, and Shen Mizhi's pupils were bent, and he didn't know whether it was a compliment or a compliment: "Well, it looks good."

beauty.

Xiao Li always felt that something was wrong, glanced at him, and picked up the ancient painting again.

Shen Mizhi: "Aren't you going to say goodbye to your son?"

Xiao Li: "...my son is too stupid to understand, forget it."

Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing on the side couldn't vomit, but they lost their hatred with their fans, and felt a little bit of sympathy for each other.

Xiao Li took the lead and continued walking in the direction Xiu Ji pointed, while the rest followed behind him.

With Xiu Ji's interruption, most of the original tension dissipated, and Zheng Yi sighed in a low voice: "This is simply the strangest dungeon I have ever entered."

"Who said it wasn't?" Chen Jinghan also sighed when someone took the initiative to speak, "Mandatory entry, if there were no bosses, maybe we would have to reduce the number of people in the first exhibition hall by half."

"What the hell is this place? I've been thinking, what is the way of life?"

With Xiu Ji leading the way, the corridor that could not go to the end seemed to have come to an end.When everyone walked to the fork in the deep part of the gallery again, the surrounding walls suddenly became empty.

But in fact, the width and height of the corridor have not changed, and the reincarnators will have this illusion only because of a change——

The paintings hanging on the surrounding walls were gone.

With a wide-open door as the dividing line, countless paintings are inlaid on the wall outside the door, spreading all the way to the depths. However, inside this door, the walls are clean and white as before, which is visually stunning. cheerful.

Fu Guangbo broke the silence: "The 'initiator' is here?"

He had never dared to look at Xiu Ji before, but now he took the opportunity to look at the ancient paintings with eyes mixed with fear, joy, and nervousness while talking, especially when he saw the stickman called "son" by the boss. It was a look of horror.

This time Xiao Li didn't look down at Xiu Ji, because the facts were already very obvious.

He gave a simple "hmm", stepped over the threshold, and walked deeper.

Inside the gate is a large empty room, like the exposure room of a camera, with dim light and many thin lines hanging on the wall.

In the center of the room is a table, on which there are all kinds of painting tools, including various paints for oil painting, brushes and ink for ink painting, a small inkstone, and various Drawing tools.

And not far from the table, there is a drawing board.

An old figure turned his back on the reincarnators who came in, short in stature, slightly hunched, with gray hair, holding a paint pen in his hand, facing the drawing board in front of him.

It would not be surprising if this scene took place in an outside studio, but this is a haunted studio, and the more important thing is that this figure only has the upper body.

The ghost painting appeared, even if Zheng Yi and the others believed in Xiao Li, they were still instinctively nervous and afraid at this time, which was a kind of fear that originated from the heart.

Huagui seemed to be in some predicament and ignored them all the time.

Xiao Li held the ancient painting in one hand and put the other hand in his pocket. He approached the drawing board of the painting ghost and found that the other party was drawing an oil painting.

The paint is painted in red and black, and it is applied on a large area, but so far it is not clear what is being painted.

Clearly feeling his approach, Huagui did not raise his head, and put a stroke of paint on the drawing board, drawing a humanoid object, and then said: "Welcome to Pavilion R."

Its sound is ugly, like the noise made by some kind of sharp object rubbing against steel.

Xiao Li noticed that the characters he drew at the end had no faces, only a rough outline.

And judging by the painter ghost's movements and demeanor, and his level of concentration when painting, it can finish the painting first and then pay attention to them, but the other party chooses to leave blank and stop painting directly.

Could it be that... the other party is trying to use them to fill the face in the painting?

Could it be that the ghosts locked in the painting came from this way?

The painting ghost never put down the paintbrush in his hand, and looked at the drawing board in front of him with a crazy look and said intoxicated: "I am an artist, and I am not as bloodthirsty as others of the same kind. Since you have come in, you are my prey." , I should kill you all. But if you find me, I can also give you this chance, as long as you are willing to pay a certain price."

Xiao Li: "What price?"

Huagui spit out two words in a sinister manner: "Vote."

"The painting I have in hand still lacks a face. I want you to vote for yourselves present and choose a person to be the face in my painting."

From Huagui's first sentence of explanation, Fu Guangbo's heartbeat started to speed up.

Uncontrollably, he began to cast his eyes over the teammates present, quickly skipped over Xiao Li and the others, and placed them on the rest of Chen Jinghan and the others.

If you really want to vote, Hercule's large number of people will definitely not work, so there is only one left——

He hadn't finished his little thoughts when he heard the painting ghost's approaching scream change.

"—The chosen one will always exist in this painting..." The painting ghost was about to raise his head to admire the infighting among humans, but when he glanced at the ancient painting that Xiao Li was holding in his hand, he immediately forgot What I want to say.

Huagui's pupils dilated for a moment, as if seeing something incredible: "This, this painting..."

Xiao Li was surprised, lowered his head and asked Xiu Ji: "Know?"

Xiu Ji covered her face with her water sleeves in disgust and shook her head.

But the painting ghost didn't seem to hear it. It tremblingly stretched out its fingers and wanted to touch the screen, but was stopped by Xiao Li, and it stumbled and said: "A shocking work, this is an absolutely shocking work! Did you draw it? No, it can’t be you. How can you be a human being? The strokes of this painting are wonderful, this technique, this outline, directly endows the soul of the painting... Wait, this corner What is the monster in it?!"

When he said that, Zheng Yi was not very happy.

Zheng Yi himself is not very old, and his brain is easily congested. He is a typical rebellious teenager. Now when Huagui said that to Xiao Li, he forgot to be afraid, and immediately jumped out to argue for Sherlock: "Why doesn't he Got it?! Hercule is good at drawing, and even painted a portrait of Bloody Mary."

——About this point, he actually read what people on the forum said, and this portrait was ranked third in "Sherlock's Ten Unsolved Mysteries".Although Qing Shui also said later that Sherlock's painting is not good, but Zheng Yi just looked at it and didn't really believe it. He thought Xiao Li's painter must be really good.

What Zheng Yi said was so sincere and sincere, as if it was real, the ghost was stunned: "Bloody Mary? A portrait?"

Ye Zeqing was in a daze for a moment: Is Moriarty really that good at painting?

The paintings he saw on the ghost ship were obviously ugly...?

Moreover, painting a portrait of Bloody Mary, how does this example seem to have been seen somewhere?

As a fan of Moriarty and Hercule, although Ye Zeqing likes to brag about these two names with Zheng Yi, he has always avoided the only shortcoming of the big guy, the painting skills.

As for the deeds of Zheng Yi male god Sherlock, Ye Zeqing adhered to his usual indifference and never understood it.

The corners of Xiao Li's mouth twitched, and now he couldn't get off the tiger, so he had to cough: "I didn't paint this ancient painting, but I did paint a portrait of her..."

Painted Ghost: "Is it the real Bloody Mary?"

Xiao Li reluctantly said, "It's her."

"Really?"

Xiao Li: "..."

It's the third time.

Xiao Li: "Why don't you ask her yourself."

He saw the unbelieving expression on the painting ghost's face, but he looked around neatly. He failed to find the candle, and finally said to the painting ghost: "Do me a favor, draw three candles? Another mirror."

The painting ghost was silent for a while, maybe it was really an artist as it said, and now it really turned out another drawing board, and painted the three candles in front of the mirror on it.

Its painting skills are very good. If it is placed in modern times, it must be a contemporary master.

These three candles are lifelike in terms of material and color. Under the weak light, they look like three candles floating in the air, with light blue flames burning on them, and everything is reflected in the mirror.

Xiao Li silently recited "Bloody Mary" three times in his heart, and soon saw the shadow of the blonde beauty appear on the wall of the studio while the candle was flickering.

When Bloody Marip appeared, the first thing she saw was not Xiao Li, but the painting ghost. Just as she raised her eyebrows, she heard the painting ghost ask excitedly, "He...has he really painted your portrait?"

Bloody Mary:? ? ?

That's it?

Call her over from all the way, just ask this?

Xiao Li: "I painted for you, right?"

Bloody Mary seemed to have guessed the situation: "..."

She may not be human, but Sherlock is a real dog.

Of course, as a kind evil spirit, of course she chose to help him deceive others.

The blond beauty brushed her long hair on her shoulders, she said in a reminiscing and nostalgic tone: "Yes, I still remember the way you painted me, I was so looking forward to it, and the real thing is not at all I was not disappointed. That painting is still in my castle, well, come to think of it, that portrait was the beginning of my response to your call."

Xiao Li didn't know why, but always felt that the last sentence of the other party was a bit gnashing of teeth.

The painting ghost didn't care about Bloody Mary's tone. It got the answer it wanted, and immediately turned its head to Xiao Li and said, "Draw a picture for me, draw a picture in front of me, this is my lifelong wish. My greater works make art no longer alone."

Xiao Li: "...This is not very good."

Lie to... no, lie to ghosts or something.

But Huagui insisted: "Promise me, I can consider any conditions you have, and draw a picture for me."

Xiao Li thought for a while, but he didn't intend to take advantage of others, so he raised a finger: "One painting for another painting."

"Equivalent exchange, I will give you my painting, and you will give me a painting that hints at the way of life. Only when we leave the exhibition hall can we open each other's paintings."

He wasn't worried that the other party would breach the contract, because Bloody Mary was acting as a "notary" here.

The blond beauty seemed quite interested in helping, as she was able to watch another unlucky guy get poisoned by this guy.

Huagui hesitated for a moment, but then glanced at Xiu Ji in the ancient painting, and quickly made up his mind: "Okay."

It threw away the drawing board on which the candle was drawn, took a new one, dipped it in paint, and devoted itself to the latest work.

At first it turned around several times to peek at Xiao Li's painting, but it was blocked by Bloody Mary after several attempts, and finally gave up.

After both parties finished their paintings, Xiao Li made a scroll of his paintings and handed them to the painting ghosts to exchange with each other.

The painting ghost was almost so excited that he took Xiao Li's scroll and held it tightly in his hand.

Bloody Mary watched the reincarnators walk away until they left the exhibition hall, and she turned around interestingly to see the faces of the ghosts.

Finally... Finally, I can see it.

The rolled up picture scroll was forced to open impatiently, and the old face of the painting ghost was filled with a little excitement until the picture completely appeared in front of its eyes.

Painted Ghost:? ? ?

—He was fooled!