Corridor Of Creatures

The men in black followed, and in front of them stood their general. Whether they were advancing or retreating, it was a dead end, not to mention that the other party still had a gun in his hand. In desperation, he raised his hands to express surrender.

Zhaochen wiped the gun in his hand with great interest, but his eyes lingered on Xinglian's hand that was curled up behind his back, "What do you want to do, little guy?"

"Zhao Chen, did I ask you to speak like this?"

Zhaochen trembled all over, and the silver bullet dropped from the gap between his fingertips and clattered to the ground. Everyone in the corridor was worried.

Even Zhaochen, who looked proud and proud just now, gasped, "Brother... you're here so soon?"

"Otherwise? How long do you want to make trouble?"

Xinglian cautiously glanced sideways and behind Zhaochen. There was no one on the long street.

"Little girl, I'm here."

A voice came from the wall on Zhaochen's left. She couldn't believe her own judgment, but the girl still frowned and asked, "Are you here?"

"Congratulations?"

A black shadow condensed from the four walls towards where Xinglian was looking, gradually forming a black-haired young man with a royal arrogance, and a golden badge on his handsome clothes.

"you are right."

A swirling black circle whirlwind appeared at his feet, and the young man bowed lightly.

"Two guests, meeting for the first time. I'm Zhang Fuxi. I'm sorry for the poor hospitality, which was a bit rude."

He turned around and looked at Zhaochen, frowning but his eyes and voice were slightly gentle, "I usually tell you to pay more attention to the higher-ups, but now it's okay, even the guests have been offended."

"guest?"

Everyone here couldn't help but be stunned, especially Zhao Chen. The person who had gone to great lengths to lock him in was now told that he was a guest? ah?

"Leader, are you confused?"

"Damn it, save some face for me."

He patted the non-existent dust on his shoulders and faced Xinglian and Weiying, "Presumably, the two of you and your friend are the ones listed on the wanted notice in the upper level, right?"

"what you up to?"

"I'm Zhang Fuxi. I hope you two can accept my kindness and hide here underground for the time being and listen to my arrangements. I can guarantee your safety and promise to find your companions."

Wei Ying and Xing Lian were overwhelmed by the unexpected changes and benefits. Seeing that they were still hesitant, Fu Xi smiled softly and politely extended his right hand.

"I know you don't believe me yet, but when we get back to the camp, I will slowly explain it to you two, okay?"

"Can."

With no other better choice, Xinglian and Weiying nodded in agreement and followed the leader behind him, while Zhaochen left first with the others under Fu Xi's order.

"As you can see, I am the leader of this underground place, and you two can probably guess the reason why I saved you, right?"

"Are you a sworn enemy of the person who wants us?"

"Um!"

Unknowingly, he had walked into their camp. However, with the leader taking the lead, the others didn't say anything and just arrived at his room. There was a K of Spades card hanging on the sign.

Before they could see clearly, he snapped his fingers, and the two of them blinked in confusion. They had already entered the room and were sitting on chairs. Fu Xi suddenly hung upside down on a rope from the sky and watched. Both of them.

"Shall we talk now?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Everything in this world is negotiable, my friend!"

The rope suddenly loosened, and the moment Fu Xi's head hit the ground, his entire body penetrated and disappeared into the ground, and then gradually reappeared on the seat in front of them.

"You guys want to pass the second level, right?"

"you know?"

"Besides us, no one on the second floor has been born yet who can be put on a wanted order."

Except for them, in fact, that is to say, they are in the same lineup as Wei Ying, so is that why they take action to stop them in advance?

"Do you want us to help you?"

"To be precise, we help you do things."

"ah?"

"Don't worry, listen to me. Most of the people who live here do not recognize Ku Zhu, the consul of the second level, and I am their leader. If you want to go to the third level, the only way is to defeat Ku Zhu. , so in a sense, we should join forces.”

It just sounds good, but Wei Ying always has a kind of erratic suspicion when he looks at Fu Xi, "Then, can I talk to you about some personal things, Mr. Fu Xi?"

"Um?"

Fu Xi became interested and looked at Xinglian aside, "Then please, Miss Xinglian, please leave here first and get familiar with the environment?"

"Can."

Xinglian walked out and held the door shut until there was no sound at all. Fu Xi spread his left hand and asked, "Tell me?"

"Why do you want to overthrow the consul?"

"Why do you ask about this?"

"Because I'm curious about what you want to do, or what is the purpose of doing this? In my opinion, isn't it the pride of a city that the country is peaceful and the people are safe?"

"The country is peaceful and the people are safe?"

"Isn't it?"

Thinking of the scene in the city, as well as the descriptions of the bustling buildings and shopkeepers, it is probably not much different.

"Yes, that's true."

"Then what is your purpose?"

"Wei Ying, how about I ask you a question? Do you know what art is?"

Looking at Wei Ying's mouth, Fu Xi interrupted him in advance, "Don't mention it's a famous painting, I don't approve it."

"...So what qualifies as art in your mind?"

"Let me tell you, Weiying, the real reason why I pushed Kuzhu down."

He put his hands together, and a spade card was thrown out with two fingers. The two of them instantly appeared in a dark space, "See clearly!"

The scene was exactly the moment when Kuzhu shouted in the crowd, calling on people to return to their creative heart. Everyone stood up and said excitedly, "See, this is the Kuzhu of the past, the one I really recognized, the consul... ..."

A toy knife cut the picture in two, cutting off the other side of the bitter bamboo. He stood in the room, and the moonlight shone into the room from the window behind him, illuminating his shadow and a little yellowish firelight.

He is holding a painting that is burning from the corner, looking confused and depressed, completely opposite to him in the first picture.

The scene changed again, showing other residents creating works on the street. This was not a video of the past, but a real description of reality.

They kept applying colors to other people's masterpieces, and messy papers were flying all over the floor. This out-of-control scene couldn't be called creation at all, it was completely a drawing of hell.

"Now, he is so oppressed by the fear in his heart that he cannot hold his head up. As a former follower of his, I absolutely do not want to see this city continue like this. Therefore, I have united with many people who agree with me to work together. Waiting here for the moment when the time comes.”

"In our hearts, art is never just a simple picture. Do you understand, Wei Ying?"

“Real art is not entertainment.”

"Real art will not be stepped on by people."

"Art is a noble spiritual existence."

“What we are following is Kuzhu’s original cry, that high-spirited temperament that inspired everyone to resist!”

"This is the art we follow!"