When Lumian returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, he was still lamenting the high cost of the painting tools.

Charlie's monthly salary as a waiter in the Breeze Ballroom is already considered good for people of the same level, but he can only afford a canvas for two months without eating or drinking!

In Lumien's impression, many painters were poor, but he did not expect that they could afford a series of expenses such as canvases, brushes, paints, wooden frames, and mannequins.

Maybe it's these that make them poor, and some of them have to rely on family support to survive?

Lumian closed the door and placed the pile of items on the wooden table.

He eventually gave up the canvas and bought some of the cheapest brushes, paints, paper and other necessities, anyway, he didn't really want to be a painter, and if he wanted to exhibit, he could have a carrier to stitch together the supernatural power obtained through the "voyeur glasses", as for whether it was fragile, whether the paint was good or bad, whether it would fade, how well it was painted, it didn't matter.

And just like that, I used a full 30 filkins.

After mixing a plate of multi-colored paint and spreading out the supple white paper, Lumian sanctified the ceremonial silver dagger and created a "spiritual wall" in room 207.

He was going to try to see what he could draw and what effect it had.

And according to the reaction of the messenger of the Magician Lady to the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian believes that there should not be too much anomaly here, that is, there are more bed bugs, like what Susanna? The source of Matisse's problem is most likely somewhere in the old pigeon cage theater or in some cavity underground.

Exhaling slowly, Lumian pulled out his brown gold-rimmed glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose.

In the process, Lumien saw the upside-down hotel, the tenants in their rooms and speakeasies in similar poses, the stones, dirt and roots of trees stretching into the ground, rats huddled in corners, and insects everywhere.

He fell deeper and deeper, suffering the nausea of weightlessness.

In the next second, he saw a huge brown-green root system, which stretched out in all directions, connecting into the distance, and plunged into nothingness.

"Vomit ......"

Lumian had severe retching, only to feel that the undigested dinner had reached his throat, he hurriedly removed the "peep glasses", resisted the urge to vomit, and with the desire to paint, he took a paintbrush and dipped it in paint, and brushed it on the white paper.

He gradually became spiritual, and spirituality unconsciously extended to the ends of the brush.

A few minutes passed, and Lumian paused to look at his masterpiece.

"What's this drawing?"

In the first moment, such an idea came to him uncontrollably.

After a few moments of recognition, he could barely make out what he was drawing, a gray-blue triangular house, green trees growing on the roof, and a little muddy rainstorm.

After staring for a few seconds, Lumian suddenly felt some itching on the back of his hand and couldn't help but scratch it.

With this scratch, he immediately saw that his skin became red and swollen, and his whole body was itchy.

"The transcendent influence of painting?" Lumi moved in peace and looked away.

At the same time, he moved his body, trying to soothe the itch by the friction of his clothes against his skin.

It didn't help, forcing Lumian to reach out and scratch it a few times.

And as he stopped looking at the child's graffiti-like "oil painting", the itch gradually decreased, and eventually disappeared.

"Sure enough, it's a painting problem."

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and said secretly, at this time, the urge in his heart to paint was gone.

He quickly turned his back to the details: "You have to stare at that painting for at least three seconds before you itch." ”

It's hard to come in handy in a fight, I can't stick it on my face, can I? However, if the trap is preset, it can play a role......

I wonder if there are any paintings that don't require other people's gaze to function?

After thinking about it for a while, Lumien decided to try again, and he put on his "peeping glasses" again, and had a near-identical experience as before.

The difference is that he also sees deep darkness, and sees figures that seem to walk in the darkness.

With retching, Lumian removed his brown gold-rimmed glasses, pulled out a new piece of paper, and picked up his paintbrush.

This time, instead of letting his inner impulse play out, he didn't paint entirely on instinct, but tried to think about what he hoped for, trying to keep what he drew close to what he had in mind.

In the second case, Lumian paints a round of golden-red sun, and the circle around the sun is colorful, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

By the time he had made the last stroke, Room 207 had suddenly warmed up, and the coldness that had been entrenched nearby dissipated. "It seems to have a simple effect of exorcising ghosts...... Lumian wasn't too sure to make a judgment.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched the changes, the warmth that made him a little restless and uneasy as time passed.

Lumian tried to fold the painting, and the warmth of the back side disappeared instantly, and the speed of the spiritual flow in the painting slowed to an almost imperceptible degree.

This should last for about two months...... Open and use it for up to three days, well, it's like an alternative way to make an extraordinary device.

Lumian made a brief estimate while thinking about it, and the fact that he painted two paintings in a row took a heavy toll on his spirituality.

After a short break, Lumian started his third experiment, this time, and the painting tools were changed to makeup.

After putting on the "peeping glasses", enduring the sensation of spinning and falling into the ground, and seeing a few figures hidden in the shadows around him, Lumian took off the magical object and smeared different things on his face with the glass window illuminated by the light of the carbide lamp like a mirror, outlining various lines.

As with the second attempt, he tried to keep the direction of his makeup under his control, but from time to time he encountered instinctual influences.

In "The Mirror", Lumien gradually becomes haggard, his eyebrows appear disorganized, his cheekbones are slightly raised, and his lips are slightly thickened.

It made him feel as if he had seen a stranger, and when the "depiction" was over, he quickly looked away and closed the curtain.

After putting away the two paintings "Itch" and "Sun" and the various items on the table, Lumian decided to go out and test the effect.

He made his way to the Breeze Ballroom, where he saw Jane, who was doing pompous gestures and singing loudly, and Charlie, who had brought a few alcoholic drinks to the edge of the dance floor.

The thugs ignored Lumien, and no one called him the leader.

Lumian had a little bottom in his heart, walked up to Charlie, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Good evening! ”

Charlie, who was in a white shirt and black vest, turned around and asked with a smile, "Good evening, sir, do you want something to drink?" ”

Lumian deliberately asked, "You don't know me anymore?" ”

Charlie was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, and he carefully looked at the light of the gas wall lamp that was far away for a few seconds.

He quickly smiled and shouted in surprise, "It's you!" ”

Praise the sun, how long have we not seen it? Wait for me, come back to you when I'm not so busy!

Charlie then pointed to the bar, waved his hand, and walked away.

"This kid acts quite alike." Lumian smiled with satisfaction, "You didn't even recognize me as your boss!" ”

He withdrew his gaze and approached the stage where Jaena was performing, waiting for the other party to finish singing the song full of obscene words, and as soon as Jaanna finished, she picked up the copper and silver coins on the stage and walked down, and Lumian greeted her, and shouted enthusiastically: "You sing so well!" Can I treat you to a drink? ”

Jaina suddenly showed a wary expression.

After being attacked by that pervert Hedsee, she didn't dare to be careless about any audience who tried to get close to her, worried that something bad would happen to her.

She carefully examined Lumian's face for a few seconds, and put on a pompous smile that hid resistance: "I have to protect my voice for the next song!" ”

"Help me have an extra drink!"

Jaanna winked at her as she approached the II gangsters standing next to the stage and asked for their help.

For this "pompous girl" who is suspected to be the leader and lover of "Red Boots", the II gangster did not dare to offend, and at the same time stepped forward and stood between Lumian and Jana.

Jana took the opportunity to break away and went to the lounge near the bar.

Before leaving, she glanced at Lumian's hair, carefully observed his face for a while, and muttered to herself, "Has this become fashionable?" ”

Lumian happily withdrew his gaze and turned to the staircase that led to the café.

"What are you going up there for?" Two gangsters who were guarding there stopped him.

Very dutiful......

Lumian smiled, "Drink coffee!" ”

After carefully observing Lumian for a few seconds, the II gangster got out of the way.

Entering the café and glancing at Luis and Sakota, who didn't have anything to do, Lumian turned to the bathroom, he didn't dare to look in the mirror, he washed his face with tap water, rubbed it a few times, and then slowly removed his makeup.

When it was done, he looked in the mirror and saw that the one who was reflected in him was pale and tired.

The consumption of spirituality is still quite large...... I also painted II pictures before...... Lumian calmed down and walked out of the bathroom.

Louis swept his eyes and stood up in surprise: "Boss! When did you get back? ”

"Just now." Lumian pointed in the direction of the hallway.

"I'll rest first" "Okay, boss. Neither Luis nor Sakota dared to ask why.

Lumien entered the room, tried to wash, collapsed on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.

In his dream, he seemed to be experiencing the discomfort of falling from mid-air all the way to the ground.

As it fell, the dirt below suddenly cracked, revealing a burning ocean of crimson flames!

The burning and stinging pain reached Lumian's mind at the same time, and he brushed open his eyes and sat up, gasping for air.

For a while, the room was dark and very quiet, except for a little crimson moonlight shining through the curtain on the desk by the window.