Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 150 Disorder (Twenty)
The cold wind howled.

Although it became a human body radar, Fu Qian did not go directly to the town to kill.

He chose to follow the previous road and came all the way to the old city.

Considering the speed of flesh and blood transformation, there is still not enough time.

There was one thing he wanted to figure out.

Touching the key in his pocket, Fu Qian went straight to the steeple of the church in the snow.

……

A few minutes later, Fu Qian jumped off the top of the church again.

In the darkness, the colored windows that I had no chance to check last time were still dazzling.

After confirming that there was no movement around, Fu Qian went all the way down, and soon came to the colored window.

Observed at a close distance, the surface of the colored window seems to be covered with a transparent curtain.

Fu Qian stretched out his hand and found that he seemed to have touched a hidden boundary.

With a push, the colored window slowly opened backwards.

After waiting for two seconds and no attack appeared, Fu Qian squeezed in directly.

There is indeed something!
Fu Qian couldn't help being a little surprised at the scene behind the colored window.

Behind it is actually an independent space.

The area is not big, that is, about ten square meters.

The furnishings inside are also very simple, with a huge drawing board standing under the window that occupies almost half of the wall.

Next to the drawing board is a high stool with several brushes and paint trays that have dried up.

There is nothing else.

Fu Qian stepped forward, and there was a completed painting on the drawing board.

The content of the painting looks very complicated, the most striking of which are the seven colored lights in the sky.

It's exactly the same as looking out from this angle on the window.

This is……

The next moment, Fu Qian noticed something strange, and took out the Starlight Key from his pocket.

The key, which was originally crystal clear, was even more radiant now, exuding circles of halo.

Fu Qian only glanced at it, then threw the key on the stool beside him, and continued to look at the painting on his own.

The painting is clearly old.

Not only is the overall color faded, but the lower right corner has also become rotten and turned into an old yellowish brown.

Some places have even started to peel off.

Hiss!
This place looks familiar, it seems to be where I am standing now!

After discovering this, Fu Qian couldn't help taking a breath.

After staring for a long time, he suddenly turned to face the key on the stool.

"No matter how you look at it, I honestly don't think it's a very good drawing."

"Especially the seven lights on the top, it's almost like pasting on it casually, all the kindergarten children can draw better than this..."

"The line drawing is also quite amateur..."

……

"You're a bit slow to find it!"

Just after Fu Qian muttered and criticized to himself, a voice suddenly came from the key.

The next moment, the rays of light gathered above, outlining a pale figure.

The witch wearing a pointed hat sat on a corner of the stool, looking at the painting in front of her with great interest.

"No way, after all, as a member of the monitoring team, I still have to handle the case and catch the murderer."

Before paying, he casually said.

At this moment, he had basically confirmed that this witch hoped that he was looking for this place.

When I came here before, there was a high probability that the curtain outside the colored window played a shielding role, making the key unable to perceive the inside.

That's why the key didn't respond at that time.

And once inside, the shield no longer works.

At this time, the witch looked at it for a while, and finally shook her head.

"I also think it's not well drawn."

"Although it's my mother's blood."

what?
Look at her before paying.

Considering this person's true form, this mother must not be a simple existence. She was actually drawn with her blood?

"Speaking of which, now do you understand why I asked you to find this?"

"Let me think."

Look at the painting before paying.

"Don't you want to tell me that those people outside have actually been living in a painting? It was painted with your mother's blood."

"You guessed it right!"

The witch's tone remained unchanged.

"However, it may be different from your inherent concept. For us, the concept of mother is more similar to the root or seed, rather than direct reproduction.

In fact I never even met her. "

"When I was born, the outside world was destroyed."

"Although the specific process is not clear, basically the world has encountered a disaster, which involves various powerful beings.

And at the last moment, someone hunted down one of the powerful beings, and used her blood to paint this world as the last refuge of mankind. "

"Magical power!"

Although he had already guessed something, Fu Qian still sighed sincerely.

"Yeah, it's a pity that too many years have passed, and blood will corrupt."

"Is that why natural disasters started appearing here?"

Fu Qian pointed to the lower right corner.

"Natural disasters are just one of the manifestations."

One of the manifestations...

Fu Qian suddenly thought of something, and raised his right hand to the witch.

"Human pus too?"

"Get that thing out of my face!"

The witch showed a disgusted expression.

"But yes, this is also a manifestation of corruption."

"What about the curse of color loss? I remember you said before that human pus and the curse of color loss are opposites?"

"Before answering this question, I have a question for you. Why do you think that person drew such an ugly seven lights at the end?"

Why are you painting Qiguang...

Fu Qian looked at some graffiti in the sky.

"In order to make people have faith? Then awaken and enter the sequence?"

"The answer is correct! That's the purpose."

"The reason is, to put it bluntly, this is a painted world after all, and it is fundamentally different from the real world.

If ordinary people want to live here for a long time, they must truly integrate into the painting, otherwise they will be easily rejected. "

"So the Curse of Discoloration is a sign of rejection?"

Understand it before paying.

"Yeah, those people who were unlucky and excluded, their existence disappeared from this world little by little."

"Seven Lights was born to solve this problem, they are channels to integrate into the world in the painting."

"As long as it can be awakened based on the seven lights, no matter which one it is, it is equivalent to being completely synchronized with this world.

From then on, not only will it not fade, but it can also share a long life and strength. "

"This is a very good design, but as I said just now, blood will rot after a long time."

"Many years have passed, not only has the loss of power essence become more and more serious, it has become more and more difficult to enter the sequence."

"Even the group of people who have already synchronized are implicated in the corruption of the world. Human pus grows in the body, which in turn exacerbates the loss of power."

It turned out to be like this...

One click before paying to tie everything together.

"Is this thing irreversible? Is there a solution?"

"Yes, I have!"

The witch stared at Fuqian, neither sad nor happy.

"Draw another picture."

"But the original world will be destroyed in the process, and these people will all die."

　The next chapter is the end of this article. I am running out of time tonight. I will try to update it tomorrow morning. Happy weekend everyone!
　　
　
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