Chapter 122: Unfinished Painting of Sichuan Opera Face Changing
"The instance will be closed in 3 minutes."
He Luo was like a soft jelly bed, gently supporting Gao Mengtang's body. Xiao Canglan flew over, hugged him tightly, and called him "Princess" in a crying voice.
Pei Jiana turned into a small dog, wagging his tail and whimpering softly. Thinking of how he had abandoned Gao Mengtang, he didn't dare to go forward and get in the way, and anxiously dug the ground on the spot.
"He, Wolanbei, cough cough," Gao Mengtang spat out a mouthful of blood foam, "Wei Wei, please save him quickly."
Wolan Bei was in a very bad condition, his mental level dropped to single digits. Wei Wei pried open his jaw, tapped his cigarette holder against his teeth, poured some ash into it, and slapped him in the face.
He opened his blurry eyes and suddenly began to howl and cry.
Ashes are burnt desires, and also antidote. He started to struggle, which was a good sign, proving that he had a will to live.
But it wasn't enough, he needed stronger emotions.
"Open your eyes and look at me," Wei Wei turned his face over, "Gu Kang is dead, and you are going to die too. I am still alive and well."
"I was not present at Gu Kang's funeral, and I feel deeply sorry for that. But don't worry, I will definitely attend your funeral and read a eulogy as an old friend."
Wolanbei's eyes, which had been as still as a pool of water, turned into a hellish rage. He roared and wanted to beat Wei Wei. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Wei uncorked the bottle of spirit value recovery agent and poured it into his mouth.
"The copy will be closed in one minute."
"Wei Wei, your selfie is a family portrait!" Wo Lanbei spat out the empty glass bottle, cursed angrily, and even took out his weapon to fight. The others all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Countdown to copy closure. Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Wei Wei, Wo Lanbei and Xiao Canglan wrestled with each other, fighting from the left to the right and from the right to the left.
Gao Mengtang sat on the ridge of the field with his back to them, shoulder to shoulder with He Luo, looking at the sky. The sun fell into his eyes, and the white mist covering his eyes dissipated, his vision gradually became clear, and a seagull flew over the sky.
No, that's not a seagull.
Gao Mengtang rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. It was a painting.
Li Mo Hua Juan rolled himself into a paper ball and slipped into Gao Mengtang's hand.
System: "The dungeon [Sad Cave] has been cleared."
Death toll: 2 (dead players [207 Butterfly Fairy] [726 Water Ghost])
Number of survivors: 4
Best Performance: 000 Blind Man
After the reward is settled, it will be sent to the player's mailbox.
*
At Duan Song's house, dozens of people gathered around the room where they logged into the game, chewing their fingernails and stretching their necks.
A narrow door appeared and Gao Mengtang fell on the carpet. A crowd of people were about to surround him. Gao Geng jumped out from the crowd, pushed away the people surrounding the door, and took his brother in his arms.
Gao Mengtang had just logged out of the dungeon, and he was still dizzy, his ears were buzzing, and his heart was pounding. He opened his eyes with great effort, and his vision was filled with his brother's chest, half human and half mechanical.
He thought there was no one around except his brother, so he immediately started whimpering, "Brother, it hurts."
The room was silent. Duan Song, Bai Jie, He Lun, and the other members of Guns N' Roses all kept silent, watching their hearts.
Gao Geng felt that the mechanical heart in his left chest had short-circuited and leaked electricity. He could only hug his brother tightly: "Don't be afraid, you won't get hurt."
"I'm scared, something's wrong, it hurts." Gao Mengtang closed his eyes, and tears oozed out from his eyelashes due to the pain. He had broken two fingers, and his bones seemed to be cracked, and there were countless wounds all over his body.
Gao Mengtang muttered, "I'm so dirty, I want to take a shower. Brother, go get me some hot water."
The hinges creaked as they tightened, but he didn't dare to tighten too hard for fear of hurting his brother. Gao Geng: "Don't let the wound come into contact with water. Heal it first."
"Then apply the medicine to me."
"Um."
Wei Wei finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Ahem. Chief, your subordinates are also worried about you. They are all here. Please report that you are safe."
What? There's someone else in the room?! Gao Mengtang turned his head and saw a small branch in his hair.
There were dozens of people standing in the room. They all lowered their heads and suddenly became very interested in the carpet.
It's so embarrassing.
Gao Mengtang gave up on herself and buried her head in her brother's chest again.
*
After seeing off the welcoming guests and healing his wounds, Gao Mengtang took out the ball of paper from his pocket.
I don’t know what material the paper used for the scroll is made of, but when I gently shake it off, all the wrinkles disappear.
This is a long painting, about 1.8 meters long and 60 centimeters wide. The person in the painting is sitting in a soft chair with a backrest, looking indifferently ahead.
He was wearing a white robe similar to a wizard's, Gao Mengtang had only seen similar clothes at comic conventions. But this was obviously not a cosplay costume, the fabric was embellished with white crystals, diamonds, and colorless sapphires, shining brightly and extremely luxurious.
The overall background is brown. The person in the painting should be sitting in an old Western-style house, with a bookshelf behind him and an open window on his side.
The wind blew in, and the corner of the robe was lifted. But because the legs were not finished, there was nothing underneath the robe. The knees were already drawn on the clothes, and there was an empty footstool in front of the soft chair with a backrest.
Gao Mengtang hung the painting on the wall and observed it for a long time: "This painting..."
Li Mo in the painting blinked.
"It's not a very good painting." Gao Mengtang stroked his chin and looked at it. "The background perspective is wrong, the folds of the fabric are handled too roughly, and the highlights are not accurate. The facial features and hair are handled okay."
The drawing paper swayed without any wind. Li Mo stood up from his chair and leaned his upper body out of the drawing paper.
"Shut up."
Gao Mengtang continued, "It can be seen that the artist of this painting is talented, but the painting is not very well done. Look at these details..."
As he spoke, he was about to point. Li Mo held his arm and said, "Who are you?"
"Gao Mengtang, ID card 000 blind person." Gao Mengtang looked at him with a look that said, "You should know this, don't ask me even though you already know the answer." "Who are you? I should be the one asking you this."
The drawing paper floated up and was suspended in the air. Li Mo moved closer, their noses almost touching.
"I am Limo."
Gao Mengtang: "I asked your real name."
"No," Li Mo said, "I am a painting. The person who created me did not finish painting me."
"Then are you a Fuling?" Gao Mengtang said, "According to the standards of the other world, are you a moon creature?"
Li Mo: "Maybe, He said, He wanted a companion. Then He drew me."
Gao Mengtang: "What happened next?"
"There was war in the other world, all those boring conquests, massacres, power struggles... I could never find Him again."
Li Mo floated around the room, leaning his arms on the windowsill, looking at the lush green woods outside the window.
Later, Li Mo got tired of the other world, passed through the narrow gate, and came to the cave of Changming Village. During the long time wandering in the other world, Li Mo accumulated some recyclable remains.
For example, a piece of finger, half a head, or a thigh that had been almost bitten off.
Li Mo refined these limbs into pure energy and wrapped them in a stone cocoon in a secret cave in Changming Village, hoping to refine a complete body.
After the advent of the Black Tower game, Li Mo discovered that the energy in the game copy was more suitable for refining the body, so he moved with his family, carrying the cocoon, and lived in the copy.
"Then..." Li Mo turned his head, showing his naked back, with clear and firm muscle lines. His skin was so white under the sun that it seemed to be glowing. "Then your friend, the body-cleansing master, smashed my stone cocoon."
Gao Mengtang: "...He must have been careless."
"I was afraid of accidents, so I made 20 stone cocoons, but he smashed them all."
Gao Mengtang: "I'll say sorry on his behalf. We didn't know..."
"You also tore up my body," Li Mo pointed at the scroll under him, "I used the little strength I had left to repair the cracks."
"This... is such a pity. I'm sorry." Gao Mengtang said sincerely, "But I'm confused. We hurt you twice. Why did you come back to the surface world with us?"
Li Mo looked like he had heard something absurd and stared at him for a moment: "Your house was burned down 21 times, wouldn't you chase after me?"
Of course.
It turned out that this was a creditor.
"Then how do you want me to express my apology?" Gao Mengtang asked.
Committing suicide out of fear of crime? Gao Mengtang hoped that Li Mo would not make such a request that would harm others and not benefit himself. Help him to build a body? He did not have the ability to do so.
Need money? Yue Fan did have some money, but Gao Mengtang didn't know how much, as the finances were all managed by Wei Wei.
After thinking of countless miserable ways to repay the debt, Gao Mengtang was ready. At such a young age, he had to bear the mortgage of 21 houses, but he heard Li Mo say:
"Finish my painting."
Gao Mengtang: “Eh?”
"Finish this painting," Li Mo floated back to the wall and disappeared into the drawing paper, "If you can finish it, all the things that happened before will be wiped out."
The person sitting in the soft chair looked at him calmly through a layer of paper: "Let's get started."
Gao Mengtang: “…”
Are you serious?
There shouldn't be any problem with the drawing paper. If I draw a stroke, there will be a piece of meat missing, right?
In this case, he could only try. He looked around the bedroom and said, "I don't have any pens or paints."
"I have it." The man in the painting stood up, rummaged through the cabinet in the background, and threw out a pile of...garbage.
Broken iron buckets, broken axe heads, gray stones, piles of bones, and lumps of rotting yet still wriggling flesh. Gao Mengtang searched for a long time before finding a brush with hairs falling off and a box of paint that was as hard as stone.
When he touched a bone, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
This bone...
Gao Mengtang picked up the big bone stick, turned it over and over, and his eyes widened.
Isn’t this one of the most precious items in the Black Tower game, [Ancestral Remains]!
Although he couldn't use it, the ancestral remains were too important, and he would identify them. The energy purity of this bone was very high, even purer than the 1st level ancestral remains.
Using the system to identify, the screen shows:
[Ancestor Remains (Level 1)]
: Parsing error.
: Adjusting...
Item Name: [Ancestor Remains (Level 0)]
Are there level 0 ancestral bones? They cannot be obtained in the dungeon. Gao Mengtang touched other bones and found that they were all of high quality, ranging from level 0 to level 3. The worst quality one was also level 4.
"Where did these bones come from?" Gao Mengtang asked.
Li Mo thought he asked a stupid question and frowned impatiently: "I picked it up."
Gao Mengtang: "How could you pick this up, and pick up so much?"
Li Mo frowned even more tightly: "The battlefield is full of bones, do you even need to ask? Do you want to draw it?"
The debt collector took away a few small things, but gave away a luxury car and a villa? Good news came from heaven, Gao Mengtang smiled and said, "Draw it, of course I will draw it."
He quickly trimmed his brush, added water to stir the paint, and found an easel among the garbage on the floor. When he was ready to finish, he lightly added a stroke to the scroll.
There is no missing piece of flesh, and there is no pain or discomfort anywhere.
Gao Mengtang felt relieved and continued to draw stroke by stroke. While thinking about it, he chatted with Li Mo: "Let me help you deal with the garbage."
"Oh."
"You're welcome." Gao Mengtang said.
Li Mo floated behind the easel and smiled softly: "Do you think I'm stupid? Those junks are treasures to players, I know."
Gao Mengtang: “…”
"If you draw well, I can leave it to you." Li Mo said again.
After all these years of studying painting, Gao Mengtang had never seen such a generous sponsor like Tutu. He wished he could become sworn brothers with him and painted very seriously.
He didn't paint very fast, and he would only start to paint after careful consideration. While using the pen to imitate the shape, Gao Mengtang couldn't help asking: "There are thousands of people who can paint, why did you choose me?"
Li Mo didn't answer at first, and Gao Mengtang didn't ask any more questions. He put down each stroke with full concentration, and when he lowered his eyes to mix the paint, the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected in his eyes, and the golden light was all between his eyelashes.
"The drawing paper is a barrier that others cannot destroy or change," Li Mo said, "but you have the power to destroy the barrier."
"Really?" Gao Mengtang's attention was focused on the scroll, and he answered casually, "If I can destroy the barrier, why would I need to go through the dungeon? I can just tear open the barrier of the black tower."
Li Mo: "Some barriers are strong, some are weak. The barrier in the Black Tower is the strongest barrier I have ever seen. It took me half my life to break into the dungeon."
“Hmm…”
Gao Mengtang didn't answer and concentrated on painting.
He is so devoted not only because of the generosity of his sponsors. When creating, Gao Mengtang can easily enter a flow state.
The golden crows set in the west and the stars rose. Gao Mengtang's cell phone rang five or six times, but he didn't answer.
After a while, the person who sent the message rushed upstairs. Wei Wei, holding a thick stack of reports and documents, saw Gao Mengtang drawing as soon as he entered the room.
Wei Wei raised his eyebrows: "Master Chief, please allow me to remind you that Yuefan is your camp..."
He was halfway through his words when he suddenly saw Li Mo floating next to the shelf, and his face turned pale instantly.
"Why is he here?!" Wei Wei panicked and held the documents in his arms.
Gao Mengtang came back to his senses: "We have reached a cooperation."
"No!" Black air came out of Wei Wei's body, "Have you forgotten what happened in the Stele Forest Labyrinth? He pushed everyone to death!"
Gao Mengtang: "But..."
Wei Wei: "The choices on the stone tablet and the player's punishment were all designed by him. Qin Xishuang has lived for more than 20 years and has thousands of memories, but he forgot that he had died once. How could it be such a coincidence? He deliberately wanted to force Qin Xishuang to death."
"No," Li Mo interrupted him, "It was you who forced Qin Xishuang to death."
Gao Mengtang: "Wei Wei, he actually..."
"And the time of teleportation, Xiao Canglan's luck value was 0, while the three of you had luck values greater than 20, yet she was the one who was teleported away. Li Mo used this vicious trick to separate you, leaving you with two poisoned people. You almost didn't make it!"
Gao Mengtang rubbed his temples with the hand holding the paintbrush: "Listen to me first."
"He asked me to choose between the skills of a saint or the skills of a purifier..."
"Limo has many remains of ancestors." Gao Mengtang raised his voice.
Wei Wei's words stopped abruptly: "How many?"
Gao Mengtang made the number three.
"Thirty dollars?" Wei Wei's anger faded. "Perhaps, my evaluation of him is biased..."
Gao Mengtang shook his head.
It can't be three hundred, right? Wei Wei immediately smiled gently, and said in a gentle and elegant tone, "Mr. Li Mo, what would you like to drink? There is sparkling wine and whiskey downstairs."
Gao Mengtang: "Three hundred kilograms. He has at least three hundred kilograms of ancestral remains."
There was a sound of snapping, as if something broke in the air. Wei Wei's standard business smile froze on his face, and five seconds later, he reacted quickly.
"Sir Limo, I am sorry to bother you. Please wait a moment and I will bring you dessert and red wine. If you need turndown service, please feel free to ask."
The anger in the room was swept away, and Wei Wei's kindness was like a spring breeze. He gracefully organized the documents on the desk, held them in his arms, took two steps back, nodded, and gently closed the door without making any sound.
Gao Mengtang: “…”
Li Mo: “…”
"He also studies drama," Li Mo pointed at the door, "Mainly studying Sichuan Opera face-changing?"
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