The Mysterious Recovery of the Sunken World

Chapter 54

At this time, there was still a group of people gathered in front of the oil painting of the city in the rain brought by Sith in Okawa City, and they were waiting for Sith to appear.

Everyone thought it was a magic trick, but Sith didn't appear after a while.

Two of them boldly stepped forward and touched the oil painting of the English-style castle that Sith walked into before he finally disappeared.

They were not able to penetrate into oil paintings like Sith, and they were even more curious about the magic shown in Shih's performance.

Among the onlookers in the crowd, there were two sly-eyed people. They looked at the small golden box that Sith had left at the scene.

The two looked at each other and confirmed that it was indeed a box made of gold. At this time, the price of gold in the market was almost skyrocketing, and even a small box was very valuable.

Immediately one of them stepped forward, stooped down, and was about to pick up the golden box.

Suddenly, a piece of yellowed paper flew out of the urban oil painting in the rain, and it covered the face of the person who was about to pick up the golden box impartially.

In an instant, countless tentacles protruded from the paper and directly penetrated into the skin of the person's face, and there was a sound of sucking from the paper, and bloody veins appeared on the surface, and the liquid flowing inside was like fresh blood.

The man turned over in pain on the ground, trying to tear the paper off his face with his hands, but the paper seemed to be stuck to his face with glue, and he couldn't tear it off at all.

Seeing this scene, his companion ran away from the crowd in fright, and had no intention of helping his companion at all.

The onlookers couldn't help but turn pale with shock, they had never seen such a strange scene before.

So even if there are strong men in the crowd, they dare not go up to help.

After a while, the man whose face was covered by the paper stopped struggling, as if he had lost his vitality.

More tentacles spread out from the paper, covering his whole body, and finally wrapped it directly into a big blood-colored cocoon. There was a heartbeat sound from inside the cocoon, as if a new life was being conceived inside. .

When everyone saw this weird scene, most of them chose to flee. Only two or three brave people just took a few steps back and took remote shots, wanting to post them on the Internet to increase traffic for themselves.

At this moment, the blood-colored giant cocoon burst, and a tender and smooth hand stretched out from it. That hand was like the hand of a newborn baby, and then another hand, head, and body were completely freed from the blood-colored giant cocoon. out.

Born in the giant cocoon was a young man in his twenties. His appearance was very similar to that of a missionary, but his appearance was ten years younger than that of a missionary.

The few people who were still watching from a distance felt very novel when they saw a young man born in the giant cocoon, but no one wanted to come over to talk to them. It always felt like aliens invaded the earth, and some even reported call the police.

The missionary who crawled out of the giant cocoon looked confused at first, and it took him more than ten seconds to adapt to the current environment.

The missionary said to himself, "I have been born again."

He looked at his naked body, then dug out in the giant cocoon, took out the clothes of the man who contributed his body just now, he didn't think the mucus on them was dirty, and put them on directly.

The missionary turned his head and looked at the oil painting of the city in the rain again, wondering what he was thinking.

At this moment, raindrops fell from the dark clouds in the sky, and the raindrops fell on the missionary's face.

The missionary said to himself, "Has the ghost rain started to affect this area? It seems that I can't stay for long, I must evacuate immediately. I just don't know how many people will survive among the others? This time I am also a loss Huge, not only lost the scary ghost sound that can make curses, but also lost the saw, and even consumed all the ghosts stored in the book, this time the plan really failed completely."

It only took a few seconds to think in his mind, and the missionary acted, and he was seen walking towards the oil painting of the English castle.

The oil painting that had not changed under the touch of ordinary people, when he walked in, it was like ripples on the surface of water, and the whole person disappeared directly into the oil painting.

A few people watching from a distance saw another big change, which added another wave of contribution to the global warming of the greenhouse.

At this time, the missionary walked into the castle, and the painter who was still painting with his head down felt the change of the missionary's breath.

He looked up, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and jokingly said, "With your young and handsome appearance now, I think young ladies and ladies should be very willing to listen to your preaching."

The missionary ignored the painter's joke and said it directly to him. "We have suffered a huge failure this time. The owner of the manor has died in the ghost rain incident. Now I am the only one who escaped. As for whether the gentleman and the clown can escape, it is not sure."

The painter shrugged and said, "I don't think they can escape."

The missionary asked suspiciously, "Why are you so sure they won't be able to escape?"

When you look at the painting, the artist casually points to a scroll on the drawing board, and the missionary looks at this scroll, which is also a city map in the rain.

The painter said, "This painting corresponds to the picture scroll unfolded in the ghost rain and ghost domain in the island country. The picture drawn by the oil paint on it is blurred by the leaching water. The spirit of the S-level ghost has already begun to invade here, so I can only interrupt it." You have entered the passage in the picture scroll unfolded in the ghost rain of the island country, and you should be the last one to escape."

The missionary sighed leisurely, "That's really a pity, our allies didn't escape."

The missionary continued, "I need to return to my territory quickly. I have lost too many ghosts this time. I need to re-control a few ghosts to bring myself back into balance."

Immediately, the missionaries walked towards the oil painting of the round table conference hanging in the hall. They first came to the castle through this oil painting, and now they can also leave the castle through this oil painting and return to their own territory.

The painter looked at the back of the missionary and wondered what he was thinking.

He turned his gaze to the blurred oil painting on the easel, and murmured, "S-rank ghost, it's really scary."

(End of this chapter)