Touching some of the brains that were about to explode, Yu Siqi was still a little confused. He glanced at Father An, who had fainted beside him, and his face showed deep concern. He began to try to wake up the sleeping man in front of him, but was unsuccessful.

If it weren't for the fact that he could barely feel the other party's faint snort, Yu Siqi would almost scream.

He didn't hold back at last, but when he heard his voice echoing around him, he began to realize if he had forgotten something.

Yes, if I'm not mistaken, he should have been exploring the secrets of the painting with Father Ann.

And then what happened?

'Remember, you elm brain. ’

Yu Siqi scolded himself in his heart, and then his head seemed to be kicked by someone, and the previous groggy feeling disappeared.

He remembered.

While Father Ann was performing a large chant, a huge suction force appeared in the painting, sucking them in unsuspectingly. Immediately afterward, they are hunted down by countless dark shadows in a world similar to the painting. Eventually, they managed to escape to a mysterious area that was almost entirely shrouded in black fog.

"It's so dangerous!"

Recalling everything that happened just now, Yu Siqi still had some lingering palpitations.

However, this is mainly related to the ineffectiveness of his time ability against the black shadow, if it can have its effect, how can it be so embarrassing.

Yu Siqi suddenly felt that after recalling these things, his head hurt even more.

Holding back the explosion in his head, he once again shifted his gaze to Father Ann. For some reason, he felt that the priest was much older than when he first met him in the dining room. Some less noticeable wrinkles were already looming on his subcutaneous tissues, especially the bridge of his nose. To be honest, Yu Siqi really didn't observe Father An as carefully as he did now, because his gaze always made it difficult to look at him directly. But now it's different, it's rare that the priest is still asleep, and maybe this is a good opportunity.

Not long after Siqi implemented this 'plan', Father An, who was still asleep, suddenly moved his eyelids, stretched his waist and said, "I didn't know that I was so 'charming', how is it, is it good-looking?" ”

"Aren't you asleep?"

Yu Siqi, who blushed slightly, asked embarrassedly.

"It's not so much that I'm asleep, it's that I'm haunted by those nasty pasts. You know, evil thoughts themselves don't have the means to hurt people. However, it can allow us to hurt ourselves. ”

Father Ann looked down at his hands, as if he had thought of something.

"Do you hate your past?"

Yu Siqi did not know what Father An's past was, and they had never talked about such topics with each other. Therefore, at this juncture, he is not particularly sure whether he will end the topic directly by asking this, but he can't help but say it.

"No matter how annoying it is, it's still a part of me after all, and I can't say I don't want it."

Father An stood up, and the expression on his face instantly changed to an indifferent look and said, "If you have the opportunity, I will talk to you about this emotional topic, now is not the time." ”

When he heard this, Yu Siqi had already realized that this was reminding himself to 'point to the end'.

So, he chose to shut up in time.

Seeing that Yu Siqi was so knowledgeable, Father An smiled approvingly and said, "Speaking of which, do you know where we are? ”

'Where the hell is it?' ’

Yu Siqi really didn't delve into this question, he only knew that they were sucked into the painting.

"From the look on your blank face, can I assume that you didn't know anything about this for some 'reason'?"

After seeing Yu Siqi's blushing face, Father An smiled even more obviously.

"Well, maybe I really shouldn't have had high expectations for that. Luckily, the situation here is not as difficult as we thought. ”

Fringe Ann put away his smile and plunged his hand into the black mist, golden light flowing from his body to his own arm and then down his fingertips.

As the golden light gradually swam in the black fog for a few laps, the black fog that covered the eyes dissipated one after another, revealing its original appearance. Yu Siqi was surprised to find that they were actually in the gallery at the moment. However, if you look closely, it is still easy to see that this gallery is still a little different from the place they remember.

Nowhere is this more evident than is that the gallery is filled with paintings of all kinds, which is almost the exact opposite of reality.

I took the time to look at the painting closest to me, and felt that the picture on the canvas was somewhat familiar, so I looked at it and noticed that it was a scene depicting my group in the waiting room.

"It's weird, isn't it?"

Father Ann walked over to another painting, which depicts them finding the memory plate.

"Are they real?"

Yu Siqi pointed to the paintings and asked.

"Are you referring to what happened on it, or to the painting itself?"

Father An didn't even look at Yu Siqi, and continued to look for those paintings.

"I can't say it myself, maybe I'd like to ask both. Or maybe I just want to know the answer. ”

Yu Siqi followed, and they were now standing in front of a painting depicting them being sucked into the painting, stopping.

"There is no doubt that they are real. It's just that it may seem odd to us. ”

Father Ann took the painting off the wall, then turned his face to Yu Siqi and asked him.

"Your 'Time Magic' should still work, right?"

"Of course you can, but it doesn't work for them."

Yu Siqi said frankly.

"It's okay, it's just good for us. Well... I came up with a nice idea. To show our appreciation, let's give them a big gift before we leave. ”

Father Ann laid the painting flat at Yu Siqi's feet, and then instructed Yu Siqi to use his time to influence themselves as soon as he broke the painting. It doesn't take long, just a few moments.

A few seconds after Father Ann had finished explaining his business, a large amount of ink seeped out of the paintings around them. After a while, the black shadow that had surrounded them before appeared in front of them again in the form of plural units.

"I'd love to say 'Hello, we're meeting again,' but I'm guessing you're tired of our pleasantries. Actually, I'm the same on my side. So, now is it... The Decree – Flame. ”

At the same time as giving the command to Yu Siqi, Father An also shot a powerful flame towards the painting itself. As the canvas gradually ignited by the fire, this behavior that instantly triggered the other party's screaming immediately made Yu Siqi realize that it was time to do it himself.

So, without thinking about it, he set up the time and froze the time between himself and Father An. Then, under his own calculations, he untied the constraints of time.

When he was able to see the color picture normally and hear his own heartbeat again, Yu Siqi noticed that he seemed to have returned to the ruins of the computer room, and Father An's voice was coming from beside him.

"I hope you didn't pull anything down, because with this stance, it's clear that they won't invite us to them anymore."