As Qin Tan watched, liquid gradually seeped from the face of the guest opposite her, making his skin color even more similar to the paint.

The guests are becoming one with the world of oil paintings.

His praise became more sincere, and his movements more natural.

His eyebrows danced with excitement.

He is about to blend into the scene and become a real guest in this fake world.

And it all started with the food the other person was swallowing in large gulps.

The guest's throat bobbed, like that of a starving ghost.

At that moment, Qin Tan raised his hand, a piece of tender meat on a sharp metal fork.

If you look closely, you can even see streaks of blood flowing inside.

The scent smelled wonderful, but when it actually came close to her lips, Qin Tan detected a rotten smell.

This is inedible.

Qin Tan frowned and mobilized her power.

[Resonance] Flows through the body, but unfortunately, due to the separation of different spaces and the absence of the princess, it is greatly weakened.

This time, Qin Tan learned her lesson.

Extraordinary power, in different situations, also has limitations.

If possible, during future missions, you should maintain a "perfect resonance" with the princess.

Despite her thoughts, Qin Tan didn't feel much panic.

The princess was excluded, but she still possessed something.

It is the Grim Reaper's Scythe.

The red string on my left wrist was so brightly colored.

The small sickle swayed slightly.

A subtle glint appeared in Qin Tan's eyes.

As it happened, she had something she wanted to experiment with.

As her thoughts raced, the massive scythe of death landed in her hands, and the swelling bloodlust seemed to be rejected by this world.

On the table, the cutlery scattered and broke apart.

Under the crushing aura of the Grim Reaper's Scythe, Qin Tan instantly regained his freedom.

She rose, picked up the black scythe, and spun the blade, cutting through the invisible.

Boom, boom.

A cracking sound was heard.

Qin Tan looked up and noticed an oil painting brush on the roof.

This will create cracks all over the brush.

The stained paint dripped down, only to be blocked by the aura of the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The guest opposite also gained his freedom.

He regained what little rationality he had left.

After glancing gratefully at Qin Tan, she collapsed to the side and began vomiting violently.

Large amounts of filth were sprayed onto the ground.

What they ate was meat, but what they vomited out was a pile of paint.

Various colors blend together to create a colorful black.

As the filth left the body, the assimilation of the other party with the painting clearly stopped.

Qin Tan merely glanced at these.

Across from her, the enthusiastic hostess lost her smile and stared at her with a gloomy face because of her resistance.

The silent male homeowner picked up a kitchen knife; blood was dripping from the tip.

The child clapped his hands and giggled strangely, his eerie eyes perhaps foreshadowing Qin Tan's inevitable death.

Malice came rolling in like a tidal wave.

The brush was trembling.

The remaining power controlled the family of three to attack Qin Tan.

The woman of the house grinned, her mouth stretching to her ears.

"Guest, naughty guest."

"Punishment! Punishment!"

The words were laced with a chaotic tone; the power of the abyss imbued ordinary objects with "spirituality," but also left contamination upon them.

Surrounded by the three, Qin Tan squinted and gripped the Grim Reaper's Scythe tightly.

The cold, black scythe hilt brought a sense of calm.

Qin Tan began channeling his power into the Death Scythe.

The forum states that each extraordinary individual with the ability of "Resonance" can only exist in the same way as the other individual.

But Qin Tan's intuition told her that wasn't the case.

Within Li Mingshu's field of vision, Qin Tan never revealed her thoughts until it was confirmed that there was additional danger.

And this world in the painting gave her an opportunity.

As she channeled her power and spirituality, Qin Tan clearly felt herself becoming more and more attuned to the Grim Reaper's Scythe.

When she first encountered the other party, the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood she had seen before reappeared before her eyes.

Without the oppressive feeling from last time, Qin Tan felt she could control the situation.

The wrist twisted, causing the sickle to make a slicing sound.

Qin Tan saw that her shadow stretched backward and covered the wall.

Her shadow came to life; something in the darkness wanted to emerge, and the shadow throbbed and bulged outwards.

Under her gaze, a crimson being, through her shadow, crossed the door and entered this world.

Blood Shadow raised his head, his face blurred, his eyes empty.

He opened his mouth and shouted silently.

Its power to shake the soul is enough to make one's heart tremble.

Those are... souls imprisoned in a sea of ​​blood by the Grim Reaper's scythe.

Now, this soul has returned to the world of the living and is at her beck and call.

The overwhelming aura of blood formed his soul.

Chaos and slaughter were the only emotions he conveyed.

He longed for more companions to join him.

His power, corrupted by the sea of ​​blood, was even greater than it had been in life.

He faintly exuded the aura of a low-level forbidden object, which made Qin Tan thoughtful.

One after another...

As the number of blood shadows increased, Qin Tan clearly felt his power being drained.

She stopped exploring the possibilities of [Resonance] and directed the blood shadows to attack.

With just a thought, Blood Shadow's actions are as easy as wielding an arm.

As Blood Shadow launched his attack, Qin Tan also joined the fray, wielding his black scythe.

The sharp blade severed the dining table, leaving behind one of the hostess's arms.

Perhaps not expecting such an uninvited guest to be so arrogant, the hostess's face showed astonishment.

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