People watched as the men walked to the painting. He suddenly stopped, covered his mouth, and remained silent for a long time.
The spectators began to poke their heads around again, which gave Shanhai a very ominous feeling. The man in front of the painting reached out and tried to pull out the nail. The nails were driven in gently and it was not difficult to pull them off with bare hands, but he seemed drunk and couldn't hold on firmly. His stomach was churning, as if he had been poisoned by an unknown poison even before he came into contact with the painting.
Shanhai and Wuqi were inevitably a little nervous.
Dai Luan couldn't sit still. She suddenly jumped out of her seat and walked straight to the painting. Shan Hai stood up in shock and sweated, but Shi Wuqi held him down and signaled him to calm down. Dai Luan is not that tall, so it stands to reason that she cannot reach the nails. She rushed forward, pushed the man away, and pulled off the white cloth. There was a stab and the cloth was torn. The picture of beauty created by Lord Kisaragi was exposed to the sunshine of March.
A Luan felt dizzy.
Dizziness, nausea, as if someone had punched me in the stomach. This is her most intuitive feeling. At the same time, she knew very well that this was by no means a physical attack, but a visual effect - at that moment, her eyes felt as if they had been rubbed hard when she closed them, and when she opened them, all she saw was A strange and fragmented scene, with nothing identifiable. My head was spinning, and the high platform under my feet became soft.
Stomach sore and nauseated.
Dai Luan couldn't stand still. She took a few steps back, came to the edge of the display stand, and stepped on the air. Shi Wuqi rushed forward and lifted her up from below. Wu Qi had a keen sense that something was wrong just now - A Luan was small and could not completely block the screen. But after people got a glimpse of this "beauty picture", some people had unusual reactions. Those reactions were almost the same as Aluan's, even more serious. He did not look at the painting - but at this moment, the painting should be fully exposed to people's sight. Hearing the sound of shouting and vomiting coming from below, he did not dare to raise his head, and a bad premonition came to him. He picked up Dai Luan and walked around the display board back to her seat diagonally across the corner. At this time, Dai Luan's mother fainted.
The Lord of the City reacted very quickly. He immediately called for someone to take his wife away, but there were not many people with flexible hands and feet who could rush over. He must have seen that picture of beauty... His voice was trembling. Shi Wuqi felt a chill coming from the direction of the painting. Of course, it was an illusion—he hoped it was. The principle of the medicine "seeing death" can be applied to artistic creation, just like what Cheng You did.
Thinking of this, he looked at Cheng You. Surprisingly, the originally conceited man froze on the spot, his face turned pale. Shi Wuqi stepped forward and deliberately waved his hand twice in front of his eyes, but he showed no reaction.
Shi Wuqi looked at Shanhai again. Yes, he is still sitting in his seat. Although Shan Hai held his forehead in some pain, most people...especially women and children, slid down from their seats. Children were crying and fussing, old people were vomiting, and young adults were not spared either - some were giggling like crazy and talking nonsense. Are they really sober?
There is poison in the beauty picture. This was Shi Wuqi's first reaction. Thinking of this, he felt a little creepy. His mind was racing: Why? Is this Kisaragi-kun's original intention? Is it possible that the painting has been tampered with? Could it be Chengyou? But it doesn't look like this. What now? How will the city lord decide?
Shi Wuqi jumped down and walked back to the row of seats in Shanhai. It was obvious that there was no way the lottery could go ahead. To be honest, he felt a little guilty. After all, he only had one eye left and his eyesight was still so good. If he was really blinded by this painting, where could he go to explain?
"What did you see?" Shi Wuqi asked Shan Hai directly.
"..."
Lin Shanhai probably didn't feel relieved. He tried to calm his breathing, as if he had just been in a fierce race with something, and if he couldn't outrun, he would be buried in the monster's belly. He was a little frightened and raised his hand to cover his sight.
"...an ominous thing." He said slowly, "There is nothing wrong with that painting. But, it is precisely because there is no problem - there is no spiritual power, evil spirit, or anything else wrong. It is pure..."
"Purely graphic expression?"
Shanhai nodded slowly. His expression showed the panic of the aftermath of a catastrophe, but the "catastrophe" was clearly on the table, but he just stopped looking at it for the time being. Shi Wuqi was really curious, so he boldly raised his head and looked directly at the beautiful picture of Lord Ruyue.
At that moment, he could almost feel his pupils trembling.
indescribable. This was the description that came to mind in his first reaction. It's irrelevant - the whole painting has absolutely no connection with the word beauty. Or rather, he couldn't even identify what it was. If he hadn't known whose hand it came from, Shi Wuqi would have suspected that the artist had taken the wrong hallucinogenic drugs and painted the work in a state of madness and loss of control. It's passion, it's curses, it's pain and struggle. The strong impact of colors and color blocks made him completely and absolutely unable to connect it in his heart with the usually peaceful and deep Kisaragi-kun.
What are those? Circles, or simple lines? It's more of an irregular shape than a circle. And they seem to be changing at any time, which is elusive. The eye cannot stay longer on this painting, it seems to distract you. And every time I try to focus my eyes, this painting seems to be different from before. But people can't be sure, because its past appearance cannot leave an impression in their minds at all. They only remember that their sight and brain received a strong impact, and even resonated with the internal organs. In this capricious change and immutability, human will is gradually pushed to the edge of collapse.
The materials and purpose of this "Beauty Picture" are unknown.
The city lord stepped forward and pulled off the painting. Cheng You was trembling all over - but none of them thought that he was affected by this painting. He was angry and accusing something. From this point of view, Kisaragi-kun has not completed the beauty picture, which means that she had no real intention to compete with him from the beginning. This kind of contempt emanating from his bones was vague and hard to describe, but it made Cheng You feel contempt and ridicule that penetrated deep into his bones.
But Ruyuejun didn't know where he was, and he didn't even have a place to ask for an explanation.
The city lord rolled up the painting. But when he was halfway through the roll, Dai Luan suddenly rushed over and called to stop. They were all a little confused, but Dai Luan took the painting and spread it out under the sun again.
This time, she shows the back of the painting.
There are not many sane people left. But in this chaos, everyone who looked up came to their senses. Although the bad physical reaction was not over, the mental shock made them temporarily forget the pain.
Which side is the back of the painting? No one can tell clearly, maybe only the author Kisaragi-kun knows.
However, what is now displayed in front of them is the living beauty in the painting...
Isn’t it the original Lord Kisaragi?
"Everyone who has been painted by Kisaragi-kun..."
Several people felt their hair stand on end. It was clearly spring, but the chill that came from nowhere still penetrated into my bones.
Has Kisaragi-kun really left?
If she left, where did she go?
If she hadn't left...
Where is she?
Dai Luan threw the painting out as if she was electrocuted, but Cheng You caught it. He looked at the painting again and again - there was no doubt that the painting skills were superb and the pinnacle of perfection. If compared with himself, it's hard to say who is better. But both of them cheated, or at least went off topic.
He slumped on the ground in a daze, raising the corners of his mouth. He laughed fitfully, convulsively.
He is probably crazy. No one knows when he will wake up.
At this moment, a figure suddenly rushed forward. The man's face was covered with cloth, but Shi Wuqi didn't see it clearly. In broad daylight, the man actually picked up the scroll on the ground and fled the venue. The city lord immediately sent people to chase him. Shi Wuqi also calmed down and chased after him in one stride.
There were many people with special skills in the City Prince's Mansion, and dozens of people followed him. They have good concentration and very good skills, and can follow him and the painting thief to fly over walls and walls. But the thief suddenly threw the hidden weapon behind him, and they both fell down. Shi Wuqi felt a little strange. He didn't deliberately avoid it, and the man didn't intend to attack him. He squinted his eyes and looked at the small figure, vaguely seeing two weapons behind the man.
He chased the man outside the venue and found that all the previous guards had been knocked down at some point. But their vital signs are still there, even those who were attacked just now are just fainting. He judged that this person had no malicious intent.
As soon as he thought of this, the man stood on the wall and stopped. Only then did he see clearly that the figure was that of a woman. Moreover, she had just concealed her aura, and now she was deliberately not hiding it. Although she was covered with a navy blue veil, Wu Qi still recognized her.
"Huailan?" He was surprised, "When did you..."
"I was entrusted by someone to take away Kisaragi-kun's beautiful picture."
"...Is it Kisaragi-kun himself?"
Tang Huailan was a little surprised under the veil, but still nodded.
"Then where is she now?"
"I don't know. She only said at that time that she asked me to escort this painting to the Shadow Pavilion."
"The Death Shadow Pavilion..."
"Are you going to stop me?" Huailan said lightly, "Our account has been settled. If possible, I don't want to conflict with you here."
Shi Wuqi turned around and glanced behind him. There was no one around, at least no one awake. But he could feel that Lin Shanhai was already on the way to pursue him. So he shook his head and said to Huailan:
"I have no reason to stop you. You always act without asking the cause and effect. I'm afraid I won't get an answer if I ask you."
"Thank you for your understanding." Huailan cupped his fists and bowed, turned around, and prepared to jump off the wall. At this moment, she paused for a while, turned around and asked Shi Wuqi another question:
"You...what will you do next?"
"I... will go back to Xuan Chong Town later. Shanhai will probably come with me, but Aluan may not be able to. I have been touring around here and have some clues about some things in their house, and then I will tell her that she has to do it on her own. Dealing with housework. However, Shanhai will come back. After all, he is her master, so he must help. What about you? "
"Cosmopolitan."
"……Not bad."
"Shan... Taoist Master Lin, will you continue to stay in Dailuan City after helping Aluan with the housework? I always feel that he is not a peaceful person."
"Hahaha, you are very perceptive... He did tell me privately that he would leave after Aluan takes over and continue to travel around the Kyushu. However, that will probably be a long time later."
"Is that so?"
"Why don't you leave quickly? The pursuers are coming."
"...will you forget all this one day?"
"Things happen, people don't. I know I've forgotten many of the books I read, but they will always be a part of me."
Tang Huailan took off his mask, revealing a rather melancholy expression. This made Shi Wuqi feel an inexplicable desolation...but he couldn't explain why. Behind him came the shouts of the pursuers, and the soft and imperceptible sound of Shan Hai stepping on the roof tiles with Qing Kung Fu.
"I hope you and I will take care of each other. The world is so big, we will meet again if we are destined."
"Goodbye."
