Calamity Island: Endless Trials

Chapter 276: Inspiring Generals

"It seems that you misunderstood the anger? It's not necessary."

The atmosphere in the semi-enclosed courtyard became increasingly depressing, but Tang Jiumin didn't seem to care about the other party's attitude and spoke alone.

"After all, I've been in this town for a long time and learned some facts."

"fact?"

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he was interrupted by a sneer from the painter.

"You think you know it well? You've only been here for one night and you dare to talk for a long time?"

"You know, these guys deserve to be tortured here."

"How they treated me, humiliated me, mocked and laughed at me!"

"You know, my family has been the best painter in the town for generations and is respected by everyone."

As he spoke, this guy seemed to have been stepped on a certain red line and became excited.

But soon, just like him, Tang Jiumin interrupted him.

"Wait."

"Wrong?"

Beside the courtyard gate, Tang Jiumin narrowed his eyes, looked directly at the somewhat crazy painter and sneered:

"It's your ancestors who have been respected from generation to generation!"

"Your ancestors are the best painters in the town for generations!"

"Whether it's the hunter at the head of the village or the woman surnamed Sun's residence, there are portraits there."

"The painting style is sophisticated, lifelike, and the skills are rare."

"Unfortunately, they are all signed on the left, and the painting strength is more from the right, which is completely different from the painting of your house."

"I think it's a painting from your father's generation."

"After all, you, whether it's an animal or a human figure, can't complete it."

"I'm afraid, it's not just the eyes that are wrong, but also the evil intentions."

"You're talking nonsense——!"

Opposite me, the painter's eyes were bloodshot, and his ears were filled with sarcasm. How could he remain calm?

"How can I have evil intentions? I have been learning art since I was a child."

However, this was the opportunity that Tang Jiumin was waiting for.

I saw a large ball of something being taken out of his pocket and scattered in the air.

"What did you learn?"

"Are these?"

What was thrown out were notes, as eloquent as a goddess scattering flowers.

"I found them all over town."

"Painter Zhuang, you shouldn't deny it, right?"

At the courtyard gate, Tang Jiumin's expression changed in vain, becoming more mocking and contemptuous.

"Drinking debts! Gambling debts!"

"Who would have thought that, after generations of painters from our ancestors, you would be so depraved."

"Drinking and gambling, his painting skills were ruined."

"How can others not despise and abuse you if you act like this?"

In mid-air, the note fell with the words, and there were densely packed small words on it.

Seeing that the evidence was conclusive, the man opposite him who had just been having sex suddenly became speechless.

However, Tang Jiumin didn't stop talking at this time.

On the contrary, he continued to speak, having clearly just filled the fire.

"Speaking of which, the same applies to the people in the studio and your house."

"Especially the person who was tortured on the chair. Judging from the skeleton, she was a woman. Based on the degree of growth, the deceased was close to her late teens."

"Huaji, Huaji, how can I be tortured to death by you like this?"

"You must have been rejected, right? Painter Zhuang? According to the town name book I found, you are over thirty years old and are not married."

"According to the name list, most of the men in the same town, who are cheating, cheating, and fleeing in other places without a home, get married in their teens."

"It shows that your reputation is ruined and your temperament is low."

"I'm afraid no one would want their daughter to have anything to do with a loser like you, right?"

"Shut up!"

The painter glared at Tang Jiumin fiercely and interrupted angrily.

Then, his gloomy cold snort came from the yard.

"I underestimated you. I didn't expect that in just one day, I could find so many useful clues."

"But even if you know my past, so what?"

The painter suddenly laughed arrogantly, and at the same time raised his palms to make a clenching gesture.

Visible to the naked eye, several gray mist-like existences were wailing in his palms.

"Now they don't make fun of me like they did before. Things have changed, haven't they?"

After saying that, the corners of this man's mouth became more and more curled up, cold and cruel.

In the wailing of the wronged soul, his voice became clearer, "No matter how they could have imagined, I am now different from what I used to be! Hahahaha..."

"Those days of being despised and disrespected by others are gone and will never come back!"

"No one within this radius can disobey me!"

"Don't talk about them. Even you and that idiot can't do anything to me."

The semi-enclosed courtyard echoed with the painter's increasingly passionate voice.

He was lost in his own thoughts.

Unfortunately, amidst this wild laughter, the man opposite had a calm expression.

So, as the tea time passed, he gradually felt something was wrong while laughing alone and stopped making noises.

"Are you done laughing?"

Opposite him, Tang Jiumin, who finally got quieter, spoke up in time, then tilted his head slightly.

"Isn't it too early? Why do you think he is under control?"

"I just said that this person is stupid, but you can't kill him."

During the time when the two sides seemed to be talking calmly, the side of the flesh and blood illusion array did not rest, and the sounds of fighting could be heard from time to time. Tang Jiumin looked at it for a while, then immediately turned back and said, "In a little while, you won't be able to hold on anymore."

"Heh." The painter heard this and snorted coldly, "So what if I can't hold on?"

"During the time you and I were just talking, his mind has been lost. Even if he comes out, he is still a lunatic and cannot be cured."

"Thankfully, I thought you were in danger, but I didn't expect that you wouldn't be able to see it through a simple delay."

Unexpectedly, the other person suddenly shook his head.

"Being crazy is very troublesome, but don't forget that after losing your mind, people will still retain their instincts and hatred."

"You have been fighting with him for so long, don't you naively think that this person will let you go?"

Following these words, the painter seemed to notice something was wrong and looked at the flesh and blood illusion array.

Through the flesh and blood, Liu Ziyun inside seemed to feel something, and roared in front of him.

He immediately turned his head and looked at Tang Jiumin with a gloomy expression.

In the silent courtyard, the two men confronted each other again.

Only this time, time did not pass long.

Because at the moment when Liu Ziyun hit the flesh and blood illusion array again, the painter moved.

He smiled ferociously and raised his arms in an attacking posture.

However, what they were facing was not a dangerous illusion of flesh and blood.

But it was in the direction where Tang Jiumin was!

It turned out that as early as the conversation between the two, the flesh and blood on the ground in the courtyard gathered towards the former like a gravitational force.

At this time, it was time to get into trouble!

They seemed to be alive, converging into tendrils with spikes.

In an instant, Tang Jiumin was blocked from front to back and left to right.

However, this seemingly successful attack was not successful.

At the gate of the courtyard, the man surrounded by fleshy whiskers showed no unexpected expression.

On the contrary, from the beginning, he had his eyes fixed on the painter.

Because at the same time that the fleshy whiskers appeared, the pieces of paper scattered on the ground also trembled.

In an instant, like a flash of light, they all gathered together with Tang Jiu Min.

Of course, they did not enter the latter's body, but extended into the air, forming several groups like pancakes.

But it just so happens that these groups of unknown and mediocre 'pancakes' are in just the right place.

The flesh whiskers were clearly approaching, but after touching these things, they were stopped by numerous people and could not go any further.

Opposite him, the painter's sinister expression suddenly froze.

On the contrary, Tang Jiumin sneered and raised his hand to pop out the arm knife, and at the same time activated the power in his bloodline.

As his bones made a crisp sound, the man's figure suddenly increased in speed, and he straightened up and rushed toward the door.

On the opposite side, the painter was shocked and angry when he saw this, and then showed a bit of ridicule.

I saw that several tendrils clamped by the 'pancake' suddenly broke and reassembled into hook-shaped claws.

Not only that, they also turned around at the same time and stabbed Tang Jiu Min in the vest.

For a moment, the speed was no less than the latter!

Only fell more than half a body

If this continues, even if it hurts the painter, he will either die or be disabled.

With Tang Jiumin's temperament, and since it was not a life-or-death situation, there was absolutely no need to risk his life.

It seems that it is expedient and can only be given up.

Sure enough, Tang Jiumin, who was only seven steps away from the painter, finally turned around.

But the strange thing is that this man actually pulled off the cloak he had been carrying since entering the trial.

Then, he threw it back hard.

I saw a wide cloak spinning at high speed in mid-air, lying in front of several sharp claws.

Not only that, it also emits a stream of light similar to the previous paper strips, which is very conspicuous.

Changes occur only in an instant.

On the opposite side, several back-stabbing claws arrived in the blink of an eye, stabbing the cloak viciously.

But something strange happened.

It was clear that what he was facing was just a coarse cloth cloak.

But the claws lost their power only after the tip penetrated the fabric.

In this case, let alone hurt Tang Jiumin.

It was the cloak, although it was wrinkled and had many holes in it, it was not torn for a while.

[Inheritance: Archon of Light and Darkness]: One Ring

②: Enabler (brain development, increase by 3%)

It consumes brain computing power and mental power to activate any atomic structure object, forcibly reverse its internal structural stability and energy stability, reverse overdraft, and increase its original attributes in a short period of time.

Note: The larger the actuating structure, the higher the energy, and the higher the brain computing power required.

Note: The existence after overdraft requires mental power to be forcibly maintained. The farther the distance, the greater the mental power consumption, and the instability accelerates.

At the critical moment, Tang Jiumin finally used the second skill in the inheritance.

This is also one of the trump cards he has been hiding since entering the trial.

Throw away Wen Zou Zou's system description.

The original intention of this skill is not difficult to understand.

It is to forcibly inject spiritual power into an item, causing it to directly overdraw.

Although it can only last for a while, it will directly turn into dust.

But it is enough to give the cloak in front of me the toughness that is almost as strong as a body armor!

At the door of the room, the painter spread his hands and was holding two short blades made of gray resentment.

Apparently, when he saw Tang Jiumin turning around, he was ready to take advantage of the opportunity to strike.

This seems to be a rare power that he can gather when he has to maintain the illusion of flesh and blood and claws.

But when he saw the strange cloak blocking the sharp claws, his pupils tightened.

It's just that he has leaned down, so close.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

So as Tang Jiumin started to look back, the painter decisively chose to move forward.

Within seven steps, holding a short blade.

If nothing else, you can get it in a moment!

However, at the same time as the painter made his choice.

However, Tang Jiumin had already tightened his grip on the weapon that was previously covered by the cloak behind his back.

In an instant, a shotgun with a slightly primitive appearance was held in his hand.

The next moment, along with the gun flame, large and small steel balls spurted out.

The painter who was only two steps away from wielding the sword was in the midst of the attack