Chapter 187 "Paintings" (asking for guaranteed monthly tickets) When Lumian returned to the Golden Rooster Inn, he was still lamenting the expensive painting tools. Charlie's monthly salary as a waiter at the Breeze Ballroom was considered good among people of the same level, but he had to go without food and drink for two months to be able to buy a roll of canvas! In Lumian's impression, many painters were poor, but he didn't expect that they could still afford a series of expenses such as canvas, brushes, paints, wooden frames, and human models. Perhaps this is what made them so poor that some had to rely on their families for support to survive? Lumian closed the door and placed the pile of items in his hands on the wooden table. He finally gave up on the canvas and bought some of the cheapest necessities such as brushes, paints and paper. After all, he didn't really want to be a painter. He just wanted to participate in an exhibition and had a carrier to sew the supernatural power he got from the "mysterious glasses". As for whether it was easy to break, the quality of the paint, whether it would fade, and how the painting was, those were all unimportant issues. Just like that, Lumian spent a total of 30 Fel Gold. After mixing a palette of paints with multiple colors and spreading out a relatively flexible white paper, Lumian sanctified the ritual silver dagger and created a circle of "spiritual wall" in room 207. He planned to try what he could draw and what effect it would have. Based on the response of the Magician's messenger to the Golden Rooster Inn, Lumian thought that there shouldn't be any major abnormalities here, just a few more bedbugs. The source of the problem with Susanna Matisse was most likely somewhere in the Old Dove Cage Theater or in a cave underground. Exhaling slowly, Lumian took out a pair of brown gold-rimmed glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose. In a flash, he felt as if the world was spinning around him, and he seemed to be upside down, falling from the sky into the depths of the earth.
During this process, Lumian saw the inverted hotel, the tenants moving around in the rooms and underground bar in similar postures, the stones, soil and tree roots extending underground, the rats huddled in the corners and the insects everywhere. He fell deeper and deeper, suffering the nausea of weightlessness. The next second, he saw a huge brown-green root system that stretched out in all directions, connecting to the distance and piercing into nothingness. "Ugh..." Lumian began to retch severely, feeling that the undigested dinner had already risen to his throat. He quickly took off his "secret-seeing glasses", resisted the urge to vomit, picked up the paintbrush with a desire to paint, dipped it in paint, and began to sketch on the white paper. He gradually became spiritual, and his spirituality unconsciously extended to the end of his brush. A few minutes passed, and Lumian stopped and looked at his "masterpiece". "What kind of thing is this painting?" At the first moment, this thought popped up in his mind uncontrollably. After a little identification, he could barely recognize what he had drawn: A gray-blue triangular house, a big green tree growing on the roof and a few mud-like rainstorms. After staring for a few seconds, Lumian suddenly felt an itch on the back of his hand and couldn't help scratching it. As soon as he scratched it, he saw his skin become red and swollen, and his whole body began to itch. "The extraordinary influence of the painting?" Lumian's heart moved and he looked away. At the same time, he moved his body, trying to soothe the itch with the friction between his clothes and skin. This had no effect, forcing Lumian to reach out and scratch it a few times. As he stopped looking at the "oil painting" that looked like a child's doodle, the itching gradually decreased and finally disappeared. "It's really a problem with the painting." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself. At this time, the urge to paint in his heart had disappeared. He immediately turned his back and began to ponder the details: "You have to look at that painting for at least three seconds before you start to feel itchy all over... "This is hardly useful in combat, I can't stick it on my face, can I? "If we set up traps, it can be effective to a certain extent...
“I wonder if there are any paintings that can work without anyone looking at them?” After considering for a while, Lumian decided to give it another try. He put on his "mystery-seeing glasses" again and had an almost identical experience as before. The difference was that he also saw the deep darkness and figures that seemed to be walking in the darkness. Amid the sound of dry heaving, Lumian took off his brown gold-rimmed glasses, pulled out a new piece of paper, and picked up the paintbrush. This time, he did not let his inner impulse run wild, nor did he paint purely on instinct. Instead, he tried hard to think about what he wanted to achieve, and tried his best to make what he painted close to what was in his mind. Combining the two, Lumian painted a golden-red sun, and the circle of light surrounding the sun was colorful, including red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue and purple. When he put down the last stroke, Room 207 suddenly became warmer, and the chill that lingered nearby dissipated. “It seems to have a simple effect of exorcising ghosts…” Lumian made an uncertain judgment. He sat on the edge of the bed and observed the changes carefully. As time passed, the warmth that made people feel a little restless and uneasy began to slowly fade away. Lumian tried to fold the painting with the back facing outwards, and the warm feeling disappeared immediately, while the speed at which the spirituality in the painting was lost slowed to a level that was almost imperceptible. “It should be able to last about two months like this… and it can last for three days at most after being opened… Well, this is like an alternative way to make extraordinary weapons…” Lumian made a simple estimate while recalling. And painting two paintings in a row took a heavy toll on his spirituality. After a short rest, Lumian started his third experiment. This time, the painting tools were changed to makeup-related ones. After putting on the "mystery-seeing glasses" and enduring the feeling of falling into the ground while spinning, Lumian saw several blurry figures hidden in the shadows around him. He then took off the magical item and, in front of the glass window that looked like a mirror illuminated by the light of the calcium carbide lamp, smeared different things on his face and drew various lines. Just like in his second attempt, he tried his best to control the direction of the makeup, but was occasionally influenced by his instincts. Lumian in the "mirror" gradually became haggard, his eyebrows appeared messy, his cheekbones slightly raised, and his lips became a little thicker. This made him feel as if he was seeing a stranger, and when the "description" was finished, he quickly looked away and pulled the curtain. After putting away the two paintings of "Itch" and "Sun" and the various items on the table, Lumian decided to go out and verify the effect. He walked all the way to the Breeze Ballroom and saw Janna who was doing exaggerated movements and singing loudly, and Charlie who was bringing a few alcoholic drinks to the edge of the dance floor. The thugs ignored Lumian and no one called him boss. Lumian felt more confident. He walked over to Charlie, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "good evening!" Charlie, who was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, turned around and asked with a smile: "Good evening, sir, would you like something to drink?" Lumian asked deliberately: "You don't recognize me anymore?" Charlie was stunned for a moment, his eyes wide open, and he looked carefully for a few seconds in the light of the distant gas wall lamp.
He quickly smiled and shouted in surprise: “It’s you! "Praise the sun, how long has it been since we last met? Wait for me, I'll come to see you when I'm not so busy!" Charlie then pointed to the bar, waved, and left. “This kid, you acted really well.” Lumian smiled with satisfaction, “You didn’t even recognize me as your boss!” He withdrew his gaze and moved closer to the stage where Janna was performing, waiting for her to finish singing the song full of obscene words. As soon as Jenna finished, picked up the copper and silver coins on the stage and walked down, Lumian came to greet her and shouted enthusiastically: "You sing so well! Can I buy you a drink?" Janna immediately showed a vigilant expression. After being ambushed by that perverted Hedesi, she dared not be careless towards any audience member who tried to get close to her, for fear that something bad would happen again. She carefully studied Lumian's face for a few seconds, then put on a flamboyant smile that concealed her resistance: “I have to save my voice for the next song! "Help me get another drink!" Jana explained while flirting with him as she approached the two gangster thugs guarding the stage, seeking their help. The two gangsters did not dare to offend this "flashy woman" who was suspected to be the boss and the lover of "Red Boots". They stepped forward at the same time and stood between Lumian and Janna. Jenna took the opportunity to leave and went to the lounge near the bar. Before leaving, she glanced at Lumian's hair color, then carefully observed his face for a while, muttering to herself: “Fuck, has this become a fashion?” Lumian happily withdrew his gaze and turned to the stairs leading to the cafe. "What are you doing up there?" Two gangster thugs guarding there stopped him. You are very dedicated...Lumian smiled: "Drink coffee!" After observing Lumian carefully for a few seconds, the two gangsters made way. After entering the cafe and glancing at Louis and Sakota who had nothing to do, Lumian turned to the bathroom. He didn't dare look in the mirror. He just washed his face with tap water, rubbed it a few times, and then slowly removed his makeup. When he finished, he looked in the mirror and saw that his reflection looked pale and tired. The spiritual drain is quite large... I drew two pictures before that... Lumian calmed himself down and walked out of the bathroom. Louis glanced around and stood up in surprise: "Boss! When did you come back?" “Just now.” Lumian pointed in the direction of the corridor. “I’m going to rest first.” "Okay, boss." Neither Louis nor Sakota dared to ask why. Lumian entered the room, forced himself to wash up, fell on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.
In his dream, he seemed to be experiencing again the discomfort of falling from mid-air all the way to the ground. As it continued to fall, the soil below suddenly cracked, revealing a burning ocean composed of red flames! Burning and stinging sensations entered Lumian's mind at the same time. He opened his eyes quickly, sat up, and gasped. At this moment, the room was dark and very quiet, with only a little crimson moonlight shining through the curtains and onto the desk by the window. PS: Please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket~ (End of this chapter)