Before I became the legendary boss

In fact, before entering the dungeon, He Rong thought about whether to buy some self-defense weapons for ghosts in the mall.The arsenal of the shopping mall has specially set up a [Strange Force and Chaos God Area], which contains various weapons, talisman papers, magic weapons...the prices range from thousands to hundreds of thousands of points.And in order to increase sales, although these props can be freely brought into the dungeon, they all have a limit on the number of times they can be used, and they will disappear automatically after they are used up.Faced with such a black-hearted marketing strategy, except for a few local tycoons who will buy and buy whatever they want, most players still live frugally, plan carefully, and will not easily lose money until the last moment.Because no one knows what kind of enemy they will face. If the weapons cannot be restrained, it is useless to prepare in advance.

It is true that He Rong earns points very quickly, but his balance is still nothing compared to the real Gaowan.However, his purpose is not in the game itself, he just wants to recover the lost memory while clearing the level.So He Rong finally decided to save some money. After all, unlike real players, he couldn't exchange money for points.

Now that He Rong has encountered a ghost hitting the wall, there seems to be no special props for this situation in the mall.He had no choice but to activate his skills to save himself.After the last dungeon, [Out of Nothing] was automatically upgraded to one level, and the explanatory text was also changed, suggesting that the performance of the duplication could be enhanced, and a subsidiary function - [Mirror of Reality] was added.

[Mirror of Reality: It can reflect the inner real shape of the object. 】

No need to shoot, just swipe with this skill and it will be displayed on the screen, which is very convenient.

So He Rong raised his phone and aimed at the picture of a girl weeping.In the camera, the girl who couldn't see her face turned her head little by little. Under her long hair, there was a grinning face with cracked eyes and a twitching corner of her mouth!

Full of hatred and evil spirits in his heart.

He Rong scanned the surroundings with [Mirror of Reality], and found that the paintings were slowly changing.There is a picture named "Landscape of Heart Image", which seems to be the artist's own confession.In the painting, the sky is clear and there is a towering tree with luxuriant foliage and vitality.But in [Mirror of Reality], where there is no blue sky and white clouds, there is only a man under the drowsy sky, hanging himself with a rope around a tree branch.Mouth crooked and salivating, red eyes still staring out of the painting.

Unknowingly, Yun Qi had already stood by his side and introduced the painter's life to him.

"This painting exhibition is the first exhibition of this artist in China. I heard that he became a monk halfway, and his family spent all their savings for him to study abroad. As for him, he is indeed very talented, and he lived up to his expectations and won an award abroad. , Unfortunately, his parents are not lucky enough to wait until this day."

"After the artist returned to China, he sorted out the belongings of his parents and found that the old couple were poor and had only one dilapidated hut to raise him. There were dozens of bound books of his drawings from childhood to adulthood hidden in the room. Most of these paintings were drawn by him when he was young. , and some useless waste manuscripts, but each one was carefully preserved. The cover of the bound book was also covered with a book cover, and the age when he was painting was written. "

"But then, their son stopped drawing on paper, and the old couple had to collect scraps about him in newspapers, even if it was just one name."

Yun Qi asked softly.

"What do you think he was thinking when he created this painting?"

Is it the high-spiritedness of success?Or are you proud of returning home?

Or is it the endless sadness that sucks the marrow of parents to thrive?

He Rong stared at the man's red eyes, blood and tears flowed down there, staining the tree roots under his feet red.

Perhaps what this big tree really represents is not himself, but his parents who shelter him from the wind and rain.The painter committed suicide under the tree because he could no longer bear the guilt deep in his heart and repented with death.

He hates himself for being entangled in selfish desires, but makes his parents repay the karma; he hates himself for only having a great future, but forgets the path his parents led him to walk when he was a child.

This painting may be the key to unraveling the dilemma.

He Rong thought for a while, raised his hand and took the painting off the display board.

"Are you going to smash it?"

He Rong shook his head.

"I do not know."

He held the painting in his arms, facing outward, and walked quietly along the gallery like this.He also stayed for a few seconds before each painting.

When I got back to where I was, nothing happened.

Yun Qi followed him lazily all the way, and raised his eyebrows when he stopped.

"What are you doing?"

He Rong looked at him.

"I don't think his parents must have seen his art exhibition."

He Rong said.

"If you do this, it's like he walked through it with his parents."

So what will happen if parents who cherish their son's talent come to visit his son's art exhibition?They must be excited and happy, helping each other to look carefully at the pictures one by one.And their son may walk and stop behind the old couple with a little shame and a little pride.

As soon as He Rong finished speaking, the painting in his hand changed silently.If he used the [Mirror of Reality] again at this time, he would see the man untie the rope around his neck, stand under the tree, lead two non-existent people to the left and right, smile and burst into tears.

The painting started to burn, He Rong let go of his hand, and the ashes fell to the ground.The shadow of an escalator looms at the end of the gallery.

***

When He Rong experienced ghosts beating the wall, in the atrium on the first floor, Li Ying assured everyone that there was absolutely nothing strange before they dared to slowly return to the hall.

Among these people, except for the courageous and energetic security guard Lao Yang, everyone else is listless and depressed.Wenwen and Xiaoyao were tired of hugging and crying, and dozed off head to head; Mrs. Xia was holding the Buddhist beads, her lips moving nonstop; Gu Lifen patted her daughter's back and hummed softly to lull her to sleep, but that The little girl's eyes were still wide open, quietly looking at the end of the dark corridor.It looks so intrusive!Li Ying rubbed his arms and stayed as far away from her as possible.

Song Xiaomei must be the most mentally traumatized among these people, and because of the unexpected situation just now, her boyfriend Sun Hao yelled and ran very fast, completely abandoning her.She thought that she had countless suitors, and after thousands of choices, she condescended to choose Sun Hao as her boyfriend. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, this grandson could run faster than a rabbit.

Men are big pigs.She thought bitterly in her heart, she must break up with him after tonight! !

Song Xiaomei felt very cold, maybe because she was overly frightened just now, she could only keep rubbing her arms to keep warm.And at this time, something she couldn't tell about happened—in the bathroom just now, she hadn't had time to solve her personal problems, and then she experienced another round of shock, and her endurance was almost reaching its limit.

Song Xiaomei looked around at the few people present, and only the security guard Lao Yang could give her a sense of security, but Lao Yang was a man, so it was impossible for her to accompany her into the women's bathroom, so she could only grit her teeth and look for other candidates.A girl who worked in a bookstore had been very calm since just now, and even ran downstairs to get water for them, so she immediately set her eyes on her.

"That...can you stay with me..."

Li Shuang looked at Song Xiaomei who approached her cautiously, and immediately understood her purpose.She nodded, recruited Li Ying to explain a few words, and set off with Song Xiaomei.

They absolutely dare not go to the restroom on the west side, they can only go to the east side.The toilet is actually some distance away from the atrium.Song Xiaomei stuck close to Li Shuang all the way, looking left and right suspiciously, afraid that another ghost would jump out of the darkness and scare her.

When they got to the bathroom, Li Shuang walked around inside first, and after confirming that there was nothing, Song Xiaomei dared to step in tremblingly.In the mirror of the sink, her pale and shrunken expression was reflected, and her usual meticulous makeup was completely blurred.Song Xiaomei bit her discolored lips.

"Just wait here for me, I, I'll be fine soon."

She was also embarrassed to let Li Shuang squeeze into the cubicle with her, but let her stand outside the door, and she could see her shoes through the gap, which was a bit of peace of mind.

Song Xiaomei moved quickly, but when she just sat down, she felt something brushed against the back of her neck.She thought it was an illusion at first, but then the feeling came again, wet and cold.Song Xiaomei was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, and she was dripping with sweat. She opened her mouth to ask for help, but she couldn't make any sound.Not daring to look back, she could only take a furtive glance at the gleaming marble floor.

On her shoulder lay a wretched and impatient man's face, with eyes shining brightly, salivating at her! !

5 minute later.

When Li Shuang forcibly destroyed the partition door with props, Song Xiaomei was already unconscious.Outside the dungeon, the number of NPC sacrifices on the system scoreboard began to jump, changing from 0 to 1.