Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

Chapter 8 Is the world you live in really real (8)

The smile on the painter's face froze. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the awl inserted into his chest. He stared at her with four eyes: "Please don't make such a joke. I am reaching the pinnacle of art and creating a new era. Please also You must maintain a correct attitude and cooperate well, otherwise..."

Excitement surged in his eyes in vain, "I will 'shape' you into a permanent mannequin."

Xia Lingge seemed to unintentionally fasten the mask, then picked up the ax and weighed it: "I also want to add luster to art, but before I start painting, can I take a look at the finished products of your previous models? It’s good to have a reference.”

The painter's four eyes kept moving back and forth, as if exploring the truth of her words. Xia Lingge looked back at him resolutely.

"Okay." The painter covered the wound on his chest. "I'll get the painting for you, but you must not get it dirty or damaged. Do you hear me?"

"Oh."

After struggling for a while, the artist took out all the paintings, handed them to Xia Lingge, then sat on the sofa next to him, wrapping gauze on his chest and staring at her intently.

Xia Lingge casually picked up the painting and looked at it. It was still a contrasting black and red line. There were men and women in the painting, with painful expressions, and more or less sharp objects stabbed on their bodies. As she glanced down, she discovered that the painting was Without exception...'delicacy'?
She paused, raised her head and glanced at the painter lightly.

"Don't look at me like that, it's all for art." The painter said with gleaming eyes. "Actually, I didn't know they were 'gourmet' at the beginning. Inviting them to be guests kept pushing back. I had no choice but to invite them in person. I brought it in, but I never expected it to be a low-grade delicacy."

"But '禐' is '禐'. The original red liquid in their bodies is simply more beautiful than the paint. Especially when they are struggling in pain, the liquid will become more and more..." The painter closed his eyes. He let out a long sigh as if he was reminiscing, then suddenly raised his head again and asked Xia Lingge directly, "Are you also a 'Gourmet'?"

There was unconcealable enthusiasm and excitement in those black and white eyes. Xia Lingge picked up three or four albums with one hand and slowly raised them 90° perpendicular to the floor.

"Just kidding..." The painter stood up and wanted to grab the painting from Xia Ling's singer. But when he met her indifferent gaze, he could only raise his hand unconsciously, "Don't worry, I've designated Your paintings are a thousand and ten thousand times more beautiful than those 'gou's. If you also like red liquid, I, I can pour the remaining liquid on you."

Xia Lingge: "...It doesn't have to be like this."

She put the paintings back on the table and continued to flip through them. She didn't stop until she picked up the last painting. The line structure of this painting was much simpler than the others. It was a woman standing with a child in her arms. There are no unnecessary decorations, nor does it exaggerate the painful atmosphere. The only attraction is that in addition to the black and red background of this painting, the child's collar is actually painted with a butterfly-style yellow hairpin.

so familiar...

She looked down at the doll in her arms.

"You also painted this painting?"

Xia Lingge turned the portrait over and handed it over. The painter took it and looked at it, his eyes flashing with confusion: "The lines are single, the content is bland, and what is this yellow thing? Have I ever painted such an ugly painting?"

He looked up at Xia Lingge inquiringly, but Xia Lingge's eyes were light, even looking at him with inquiry and suspicion.

The artist was inexplicably embarrassed at being looked at. His eyes fell on the painting again. After a long time, he suddenly realized: "This seems to be my wife and daughter." Then he looked confused and asked, "Why would I paint them?"

Xia Lingge hugged the doll in her arms, "What about your daughter? Is she okay?"

When the painter was asked, he looked confused again: "How do I know if she is good? I am an artist, and artists don't need to worry about such trivial matters."

Xia Lingge lazily looked away, and the painter suddenly became angry for some reason, "I'm here to draw your portrait, not to answer questions. Hurry up and stand at the table, don't waste my precious time."

"Okay, don't waste it."

Xia Lingge turned around and walked out the door.

"What are you doing?!" The painter's face became distorted, and his four flat eyes stood up because of anger.

"Go home and sleep." Xia Lingge said as he opened the door. "My time is also precious."

"You fool me!"

The painter's four erect eyes suddenly became extremely round. He roared and rushed towards him. Xia Lingge quickly sidestepped to avoid it, but the mask on his face was pulled off.

"It turns out you are really a 'goo'."

The fury in his eyes dissipated and turned into bloodthirsty fanaticism. The painter laughed and forced Xia Lingge back into the room, climbing towards her quickly in a weird and twisted posture, "When I catch you, I'm going to Nail you to the wall, cut off your head, twist your limbs, and I will turn you into the most beautiful painting!"

very noisy.

Xia Lingge patted her ears impatiently, picked up the portrait on the table and threw it behind her.The painter's eyes suddenly widened, and he passed by the girl and raised his hand to catch her. At this moment, Xia Lingge picked up the ax that he had thrown away again, and struck the locked door with his hand.

'boom--'

'boom--'

'boom--'!
She bent down and stepped out, and a heart-rending roar came from behind her.

"You lowly 'food', I'm going to eat you!"

Xia Lingge trotted forward for a few steps, then turned around and slammed the ax in her hand on the head exposed through the crack of the door. She raised her hand and pressed the elevator. She had pressed it once before. Logically speaking, the elevator should stop on the eighth floor. But some bastard pressed it again, and the elevator went to the twelfth floor, and she still had to wait.

Over there, the painter walked towards her step by step with an ax on his head. Green liquid flowed down his face. He pulled out the ax that split his head into two pieces and swung it at her with a vicious expression.

Xia Lingge turned to look at the stairs opposite, wondering if she should take the old path again. The elevator beside her dinged, and a hand grabbed her and pulled her in.

'Boom'!The elevator door closes.

"He Zhinian?"

Xia Lingge looked at the young man who smiled at him and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "You're not..."

"It wasn't eaten by a monster, right?"

He Zhinian took her words naturally and raised his hand to pat her messy hair: "I said, this is a game world, so players can use reward props to help themselves. I just used [Reverse]. I escaped, but..."

He paused and looked a little irritated, "This is my last chance to enter the game. You can only rely on yourself for the rest. I can't help you much."

Xia Lingge looked at his pale and bloodless face and shook his head gently: "That's enough."

He can stand in front of her again, which is the greatest help to her.

(End of this chapter)