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Wu Feng's face was uncertain, he gritted his teeth and said, "I think of you, you are Shen Yi's son!"

"Exactly!" Shen Lian took a step forward and answered calmly.

A cold wind suddenly blew in the room.

Ye Wen quickly got the correct meaning - Wu Feng and Shen Lian had a grudge.

Ye Wen: I understand.

Wood type and Thunder type: I also understand!

Bai Zhu: "Wu Feng is dead, why didn't you two comment on it for a long time?"

Wen Mao: "The painter I don't like, why should I remember whether he is dead or not? What I collect is paintings, not people."

Cen Shao: "I don't understand this."

Cen Shao and Wen Mao cleaned up the pot.

Bai Zhu: Why are you all Ye Wenhua?

Ye Wen smiled slightly, with the wood-type ability in his left hand and the □□-type ability in his right hand, he rushed forward and knocked Wu Feng to the ground with two punches.

The illusion of Wu Feng's body was about to dissipate, and half of his body was submerged under the floor. He covered his face and pointed at Ye Wen, "You, you!" He couldn't say a whole sentence.

Ye Wen bent down to pick up Wu Feng, and hit him with his hands. He was obviously weak, but he punched to the flesh, full of blowing sensation.

Shen Lian's mood was very complicated: How could Ye Wen even beat ghosts?

Gu Su: What happened?

Fu Ziming: Disconnected, trying to reconnect, reconnection failed, pretending to be dead.

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Cen Shao began to point out, "Bai Zhu, tell Ah Wen to keep some hands, don't beat him to death, even a ghost is not easy."

"If you kill him, will he drop fragments or something?" Wen Mao's thoughts turned to another place, and the profiteer's instinct went online, "Is it relatively rare?"

"Brother Ye, Mr. Cen told you to stay on the front line, don't kill yourself." Bai Zhu said, "But Mr. Wen said that you can kill him to see if you can drop something."

Wu Feng was extremely angry. His body expanded outwards and turned into smoke to escape from Ye Wen's hands. Finally, he condensed into shape in the air. He pointed at Ye Wen and his party and said, "I want you to die!"

Ye Wen said, "Teacher, times have changed. In order not to see each other in the future, you can't stay in the dark."

Cen Shao: ...

Wu Feng blew up a gust of dark wind, which made Zhou Ge and others unable to close their eyes, but Ye Wen remained unmoved, strong against the wind, looking at everything that was once beautiful in the room, bringing bright colors peeling off the wall It fell off, revealing the flesh inside, which was gray, dilapidated, dirty and black.

Every painting of human virtue becomes a depressing indictment of human vice.

"Seven Virtues" turned into "Seven Deadly Sins"!

Zhou Ge opened his eyes when the wind stopped, and saw a completely different picture in front of him, "Are we teleported to another room?"

"No, this is what this room looks like." Ye Wen said.

"Welcome to the Horror Exhibition Hall." Floating in the air, Wu Feng grinned, "You can't leave, the key to leave is with me!"

After all, Wu Feng's figure is like smoke and illusion, divided into seven parts, disappearing into the painting.

Ye Wen: "Don't go, okay?" Only a physical education teacher is worthy of saying this.

The seven paintings became seven iron gates.

"We obviously entered the abandoned hospital ward." Gu Su said, "But the VR scene just now was really good, which door should we choose to pass the level?"

Gu Su, who believes in science, regards Wu Feng as a "person + phantom", and everything is a special effect of the mechanism.

Gu Su: The end of science is metaphysics, it’s just that people at the time didn’t understand this kind of technology. As for the ghost or something, everyone is very involved in it.

Ye Wen: (hides the ability) Yes, you are right.

Cen Shao said, "Bai Zhu, point the camera at the painting, and I'll take a look."

Bai Zhu held up his mobile phone and directly took screenshots of the live broadcast, and sent them to the group.

Cen Shao praised Bai Zhu's behavior, "These seven paintings are much better than before. Sure enough, this is Wu Feng's true level."

"But why did Wu Feng know Shen Lian's father?" Bai Zhu asked.

"I can see a trace of Shen Yi's style from Wu Feng's "Justice", or they are entangled in painting skills." Cen Shao said, "Shen Yi, also known as Shen Yi, Shen Yi has bones, is indifferent and clear, and his painting skills are unique. , can be called a must.”

Wen Mao said, "Shen Yi's painting "Justice" and Wu Feng's painting "Arrogance" are the reflections of the seven virtues and the seven deadly sins. The entanglement between justice and arrogance may not be clear in a few words."

Bai Zhu understands that Wu Feng may be Shen Lian's family affair, Shen Lian's family members are very powerful, and they did not inherit the talent of family education, so they can only debut as a star, which has always been on Shen Lian's mind.

Ye Wen liked one of the paintings quite a bit, and he felt that there was something that attracted him waiting for him.

But Shen Lian pointed to another painting "Arrogance" and said, "Ye Wen, I want to choose this painting."

With Baizhu broadcasting, Ye Wen knew that Shen Lian's father had entangled with Wu Feng.

Wu Feng was clearly an evil spirit, if he didn't drag Wu Feng out to burn his ashes, sooner or later it would be troublesome for Shen Lian.

"Okay." Ye Wen said, "It's not bad to choose this one."

They ultimately chose to enter the world of Pride.

In another place, squatting jio-numbed Ye Xu counted the time, and felt that Ye Wen was coming to find him soon, so he clicked on the system.

【The current location of the user: branch copy "Laziness"】

[Ye Wen's current location: the branch copy "Pride"]

Ye Xu: Help me!

Ye Wen: No way.

Ye Xu: Good people live a safe life!

Marven Ye: A good guy takes online classes seven days a week.

Ye Xu: Ah Wen, my dear Ah Wen, where are you, are you lost?If you don't come to me, I will die.

Ye Wen: Thank you for the invitation, I have already collected a death ending, Xiao Xu has to work hard.

……

The moment Ye Wen opened the door and entered the world of [Arrogance], he realized that only he had the right to enter, and everyone else was restricted and could not enter.

Ye Wen: But I can grab someone to accompany me in, let me see who is so lucky.

Ye Wen: The lucky little friend turned out to be Shen Lian!

Shen Lian: Why was I the one who was exchanged by the limit?

Ye Wen chose Shen Lian to enter the dungeon with him, not because Shen Lian was the closest to him, but because he was the most correct choice. This dungeon has something to do with Shen Lian, and it is the dungeon that Shen Lian wants to enter.

Therefore, even if Shen Lian has no authority, Ye Wen will bring Shen Lian in.

Shen Lian was forced into the dungeon by Ye Wen. Without permission to enter, he showed strong side effects. He retched while leaning on the wall, and burst into tears.

Ye Wen touched his pocket, there was nothing left, the small medicine bottle had already been given to Shen Lian, "The landlord's house has no food left."

While coughing, Shen Lian waved his hands, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I just need to slow down."

Seeing this, Ye Wen patted Shen Lian, but no one told Shen Lian to slow down.

A staff member pushed open the door without knocking or saying hello, and sneered when he saw Shen Lian, who was pale and in a bad state, "Are you so nervous that you vomited? Wipe it up quickly, the live broadcast will be broadcast later."

"What's the live broadcast?" Ye Wen called the staff and asked him.

He squinted at Ye Wen with disdain, and didn't give him a high look just because he was good-looking. On the contrary, he cursed and said, "I really don't know why we are looking for a brat..."

Ye Wen was not angry at being looked down upon by others, but was just thinking about what kind of live broadcast he and Shen Lian participated in that would make the staff look down on the participants so much.

After that, he went out and saw the logo of the venue "I am a Painter Creation Contest".

Ye Wen: Why do you look down on painters...?

Ye Wen returned to the room, "The live broadcast outside has to draw, can you draw?"

"Barely it's okay." Shen Lian said, he couldn't tell whether it was because he was pale because of discomfort, or because he was saddened to hear Ye Wen say that he wanted to paint.

The live broadcast started soon. Shen Lian stared at the test questions, thought about the composition of the picture seriously, and picked up a brush to paint on the sketch.

Ye Wen, who stayed by Shen Lian's side as an assistant, looked around the surrounding environment, and noticed one thing very keenly, the people who came here to paint were not very ugly.

It is a very rare thing to gather so many painters with a beauty score of 5-6 points. The entertainment industry only regards the beauty value as one of the admission conditions. How is it.

Ye Wen has a little understanding of why the staff member has a bad attitude towards them. The painters //pull//out// selected in this creation competition may not be people who strive to become painters, but strive to become Internet celebrities people.

The host interviewed a good-looking contestant with a microphone, and pretended to praise his painting skills.

But in Ye Wen's opinion, he sprinkled rice on the ground and chickens pecked at the ground are more beautiful and interesting than his paintings.

"I don't know what your reason for participating is?" the host asked.

The participating painters had a resolute expression on their faces, "I am here for my dream of painting, for the rise of Chinese painting!"

The host nodded approvingly, encouraged him, turned his head and saw Ye Wen, his eyes were so bright that they were almost shining, how could such a good-looking person come to participate in the live broadcast of the game.

"I don't know if you came to participate because of your dream of painting?" the host asked Ye Wen expectantly. He had already made up the same empty speech about his dream, and his ears were numb from hearing it.

But that doesn't matter, Ye Wen is good-looking, this is enough to top a hundred paintings, after some operation, it will definitely be popular on Weibo and increase the influence of the program.

"In fact, it has nothing to do with the dream of painting. It mainly depends on whether the painting circle is confused. When painting can make money, it is natural to have dreams." Ye Wen said, "When painting does not make money, they all look for other ways out."

host:? ? ?

Moderator: This is too true, how can you tell the truth.

"Cut this part out and don't broadcast it," said the host.

The director lit a cigarette melancholy, "It's too late."

The host interviewed him because Ye Wen was good-looking, and the audience in the live broadcast room would naturally pay attention to Ye Wen because he was good-looking, especially after he told the truth.

Audience: Hahahahahaha!

#叶文rich naturally has a dream rushed to the real-time trending search.

Facts have proved that even in the dungeon, Ye Wen's hot search titles are still weird.

The host hurriedly interviewed other contestants, trying to downplay the impact just now, "I don't know why you came here to compete?"

"I saw Wu Feng's paintings on the Internet. They were very beautiful. I liked his paintings very much and bought his postcards and fanbooks," said a contestant. "I was influenced by him and started to learn to draw. Finally Come to the "I am a Painter Creation Contest" live audition site."

Ye Wen's ears perked up. He caught the key words and was very interested in the background of Wu Feng's popularity as a great god. The first thing he will do later is to find a way to get close to Wu Feng.

The host accidentally glanced at Ye Wen again, because Ye Wen was very good-looking, he wanted to take a few more glances, but saw Ye Wen's face looking eager to try and make trouble.

Ye Wen: I'm free, hurry up and interview me.

Moderator: ... please forgive me.