When Yu Siqi's whole person became a shattered image and remained in the air, for a moment he thought he was going to be finished. It turned out that it didn't, and at the moment when the body was about to completely shatter into dust, the king ring on the index finger responded. The yellow light and music that had saved him several times rang in his ears again, only this time, he could hear clearly what he was singing.

God's grace is so indescribable.

How sweet is the favor of all souls.

The call of the living is an eternal psalm.

The sigh of the deceased is an endless sleep.

And when the singing stopped, a steady stream of power poured into his heart from his fingertips, and then wandered through Yu Siqi's body. It was as if someone had opened a new window, and his hearing, his sight, and his brain had a different experience.

This even gave him a series of doubts.

Was the old picture like this, did the old voice sound like that, did the old brain really think like that?

It's hard to imagine the effect the ring had on him, but he's feeling so good now, probably hasn't felt so comfortable in a long time.

It's like a person who has been locked up in a house for days and suddenly has a chance to get out of the house.

With this strange feeling, Yu Siqi observed the surroundings. For some reason, his instincts were sharper than before, and he didn't see anything, he didn't hear anything. His brain, as if it knew where the other party was, told him that the bastard was now infiltrating its lair, and that the painter had returned to his fresco.

Being able to perceive the other party's position by feeling, Yu Siqi himself was frightened by his own hand, and in order to be sure that it was not his delusion, he decided to go to the painter first.

At least if you really meet, you won't attack yourself directly.

However, just as he was about to leave for the painter, a strange thought suddenly came to his mind: why walk if you can fly

What I didn't know he would fly his common sense told himself, it should have been that he had just heard a hallucination from listening to a song. But this thought haunted his heart for a long time, even when he walked on the road, his mind was still wandering in the air, maybe he could try but how to fly

It's not terrible to have wings on your thoughts, but it's terrible that when the idea of wings becomes a reality, Yu Siqi suddenly took off into the air.

As if there was no gravity, he stepped freely on the air where he could not stand. In a sense, it's still walking, but it's freer.

Soon, he fell to the disheveled painter.

The other party looked at his broken paintbrush, and said without raising his head, "I thought you were dead, but since you are alive, it means that you are lucky." ”

"Your pen," Yu Siqi asked pretending to be concerned.

"It's a pity, I didn't expect that guy to be better than before." The painter said in frustration, "Without my only weapon, I have no chance of winning." It's just one step away, it's just one step away."

"Do you want me to help," Yu Siqi said, "Look, I can fly now." ”

"You'll wait, why are you here no, it's impossible." The moment the painter turned around, he suddenly froze, and he said in a panic.

"We've seen it, haven't we" Yu Siqi felt that the other party was probably sick again.

"Of course not, we haven't officially met." The painter nodded decisively and shook his head, which made Yu Siqi even more convinced that this guy was probably stupid by that Wang Ba just now. This is very revealing, after all, he is already a little crazy, and no matter how much stimulation he gets, it won't get worse.

However, now that you have seen the painter in person, it will be easy to do if you have confirmed that the perception you have now is real and valid.

This is a very useful ability, but I don't know how big the range is, and whether I can find the walnuts where they are

Yu Siqi, who had this thought, subconsciously closed his eyes, and his whole person was in a kind of darkness, there was nothing around, only the crying of children.

Immediately after, he saw a staircase dripping with blood, and went down the staircase that was stained red with blood. He came to the courtyard he had seen before, where the fat red woman was still looking around, but could not find his place.

Bypassing the fat man, he continued to walk down, the crying getting closer. He heard a woman humming softly, and the figure was a peanut.

When I walked over, I saw that the peanut was like a child, holding the walnut, and humming softly in my mouth, sleep, sleep, where is not your home; Sleep, sleep, the nightmare will end.

But at this time, Walnut suddenly opened his eyes, his face seemed to have a mask, and he directly turned over and pressed Peanut under him, and choked her neck with both hands.

Seeing this situation, Yu Siqi naturally couldn't sit back and watch. He reached out to stop him, but Walnut suddenly stopped moving, turned his face to himself, and pulled the long sacrificial knife out of the air.

"You're sinking too deep." A clay hand that appeared behind Yu Siqi dragged him straight out of the scene, and he opened his eyes, and the painter was still muttering nerves on the ground.

Although the scene just now was a little scary, it made Yu Siqi know a lot of clues. It seems that he has to act quickly, otherwise something will happen late, and it is not what he wants to see.

Thinking clearly, he bent down slightly and asked the painter, "Aren't you going to help me?"

"Help you, you don't need my help." The painter didn't even look at Yu Siqi and said.

"Who said that, do you expect me to fight with that Wang Baba," Yu Siqi said frankly.

"Indeed, if you need to make a move on that kind of goods, I'm afraid that some of your identity will be lost." The painter stood up suddenly, if it weren't for Yu Siqi's reaction to take his head back in time, I was afraid that the two would have touched their heads.

The painter added, "If you want me to help you, you can." I have one condition, how. ”

"What conditions," Yu Siqi asked.

"Tell me what failed with this painting, and now only you can tell me." The painter said, pointing to the huge mural.

"Do I have a choice" Yu Siqi actually didn't feel that this painting was missing at all, and the moment he finished saying this, he subconsciously glanced at the mural. It's really strange, I thought it was natural when I looked at it many times before, and the drawing was very good.

Now just by looking at it, I feel that this is a complete failure. He began to understand a little bit why the painter was crazy about it, and it was caused by his love of art.

"If you want my help, please let me know what went wrong, and I'll be able to get rid of it." The painter made a pose please.

"This makes me think about it, how" Yu Siqi felt that even if he could see that the mural painting was not very successful now, it would take time for him to figure it out, so he proposed a delaying plan.

"Of course, you can do it yourself." The painter sat back on the floor, looking listless.