I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

painting!

The first thought that flashed through Chen Luo's mind was painting.

Just as he had guessed, this place had become a 'painting', and only paintings could change colors so casually. Just who is it that can do such a big thing? He had also seen the method of using picture scrolls to divert inner demons at Shenhu Xianmen, and Master Wuwei was good at this technique.

Chen Luo's mistress, Bai Su, was brought out of the inner demon tribulation by Master Wuwei using similar magical powers. However, even Master Wuwei, who had inherited the power of the ancestor of the inner demon, could not do such a large-scale rewriting.

"That's it."

After the woman demonstrated, she looked at Chen Luo again, her eyes full of expectation.

"Can it be transferred to something else?"

"It can be transferred to trees and turn leaves green."

The woman nodded seriously and saw her walking to a potted plant nearby. This potted plant has long since withered, and its leaves are also gray in color. But the moment the woman's palm touched it, the leaves visibly came to life, and vitality burst out from the leaves. Likewise, the color on the woman's clothes quickly faded and turned gray again.

"If this is the case"

Chen Luo raised his head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

Can I also dye today’s color? It is just a painting, there is no need to limit your thinking, the sky and the ground can be ‘painted’.

“No way in heaven!”

The moment she saw Chen Luo's gaze, a look of fear appeared on the woman's face.

"That is the color of the gods and cannot be touched."

Chen Luo ignored the woman and just watched quietly. Everything done in the room will not be noticed by the 'sight' from the sky, and he cannot see the contents of the 'painting'.

The woman said nothing. She found that the person she met had very dangerous ideas. Unlike everyone else here, they always want to take advantage of the gods. In her knowledge, everyone who dared to take advantage of the gods would die without exception.

"What a good person, but his brain is broken. It's a pity that he has such a good appearance." ’

The woman thought with regret.

If he wants to learn Chen Luo's 'color', he must teach it to Chen Luo himself. In this place, everyone's color is precious and it is very difficult to learn.

“Are there many people of ‘color’ here?”

Chen Luo withdrew his gaze. He planned to contact a few more people to understand the so-called 'god' from different perspectives. He now seriously doubted that the so-called god was the former national master Centipede Jing and Qiong who took away Juxing Jade. Like Hua Qizu, Centipede Jing also had his own secret plan. He accidentally bumped into it and became a variable in the opponent's plan.

"Besides me, there are three other people on this street, Aunt Jiu, Brother Ling and Yatou Cai."

The woman named several names.

"May I have your name?"

Chen Luo sat down opposite the woman again and asked.

"My name is Hawthorn."

The woman said her name, a request flashed in her eyes, and she mentioned the previous question to Chen Luo again.

"Can I learn your colors? The colors on my body are almost fading away. If I can't learn new colors, I will become a tree outside before long."

"Fading? Yes, since it is a painting, it will definitely fade."

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

“How many colors did you first master?”

"Three kinds."

The woman took off a hairpin from her hair. This hairpin was pure gray, but its texture was very hard. The woman pointed at the hairpin and said.

"It wasn't this color originally, and..."

As she spoke, she took off the sachet from her waist. This sachet is sewn with fine fabrics and embroidered with exquisite patterns. Unfortunately, these patterns and words have lost their color and become black and white decorations.

"So is this sachet."

"The clothes on my body are starting to fade. This long dress is the best carrier I have found to preserve the color. Unfortunately, it is now reaching its limit. This is the first time I have seen such a perfect carrier like yours. "A look of envy flashed in the woman's eyes.

Only then did Chen Luo realize that the corners of the woman's long skirt had begun to fade, and the color was fading as she described.

"Carrier?"

Chen Luo had some ideas in his mind. He took out a talisman pen from his storage bag. The tip of the pen was still stained with the ruddy color of cinnabar.

“Second color!!”

The woman's face was full of excitement. He didn't expect that the person in front of him had a second color. Now in Wenxin Town, people of various colors are strong.

"Don't move yet."

Chen Luo raised his talisman pen and tapped it lightly on the woman's eyebrows.

Strange to say, the red cinnabar used to draw the talisman turned strangely gray-black when it fell on the woman's eyebrows. When the pen tip was lifted, the color was fixed.

"you"

Before the woman could speak, Chen Luo raised the pen again, the same cinnabar, but this time Chen Luo covered the cinnabar with spiritual power. Under the influence of spiritual power, the color of the tip of the talisman pen emitted a dark red stream, and the tip of the pen was pointed between the woman's eyebrows again.

This time, the red color of cinnabar did not fade after it fell on the woman's body. Until Chen Luo took the pen away, the color was still extremely bright red.

The woman who sensed the power of 'color' had an expression of surprise on her face. She quickly took the mirror and looked at it. The reflection in the mirror is still black and white, but the woman has long been accustomed to this kind of mirror, and she can see the changes between her eyebrows.

"I see."

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Chen Luo's heart.

The so-called 'color' is still a kind of 'supernatural power' in its origin, but the way of expression is different from the magical power of Tiannan Territory.

Chen Luo grabbed the sachet on the table. This is the sachet where a woman's color has faded. Under the infusion of Chen Luo's spiritual power, the sachet turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the silk thread embroidered on it also turned bright gold, which was particularly conspicuous in this gray-white world.

"It's colorful! How did you do it?"

The woman's face was full of surprise, and her eyes looking at Chen Luo were full of admiration. This was the first time she had met someone who was so skilled in the use of color.

‘Color is strength, that’s easy to handle. ’

Putting the talisman pen away, Chen Luo began to ask other people in the town, including the mysterious god. With what she just showed, the woman admired Chen Luo endlessly and basically answered all her questions. Through her, Chen Luo learned about other people in Wenxin Town.

In addition to the three people mentioned by Shan Zha before, there is also a force called Qise Pavilion in Wenxin Town. This force fights against the colorless ‘bark monsters’ outside the town. Because they have lost their color, the bark monsters have a strong hatred for people with color like them. Every once in a while, these monsters will attack Wenxin Town.

Qise Pavilion is the main force against these monsters.

In the Seven Color Pavilion, the most powerful person is the Pavilion Master, who masters the seven colors.

He is called the Seven Color Envoy.

He is the only one in the entire Wenxin Town who has mastered this kind of power. The way that Hawthorn used colors before was created by the Pavilion Master.

Below the Pavilion Master are the five-color envoys, and their number is still very rare. Next are the ordinary members, and Hawthorn is one of them. In a place like Wenxin Town, there is no third option, either a bark monster that loses its color, or a color user who possesses color.

"How many colors are there in the gods?"

"I don't know, but there must be more than the Pavilion Master."

Hawthorn shook her head, and she looked at Chen Luo cautiously. The man in front of me is very nice. His only shortcoming is that he always likes to inquire about the gods. This is a taboo thing in Wenxin Town. If you say these words outside the room, you will be struck by lightning.

Chen Luo stayed in the room for half a day.

Until the next day, it was still dark outside and no 'sun' appeared.

Chen Luo suspected that this area was being refined, and the ink cloud spreading above was the most obvious feature.

He must find the secret of this place before the ink cloud completely spreads.

He used the method that Brother Changqing came up with to teleport himself to this place. There is no way he could have tricked himself. My brother knew what he wanted to chase. There must be a purpose for leading him to this place.

"Aren't you going out?"

Chen Luo walked to the door. After resting for a night, he had a clearer understanding of the place. Today he was going to go out to find the people in Qise Pavilion to inquire about the God of Heaven.

"I've eaten ink. I don't need to eat again within three days, and the color on my body will not deteriorate." Hawthorn was lying on the bed and turned his head when he heard Chen Luo's voice.

Chen Luo then remembered that when he entered the house earlier, Hawthorn gave him a small black ball, but he did not eat it.

Seeing that Hawthorn had no intention of going out, Chen Luo didn't ask any more questions.

Opened the door and walked out.

A cold breath swept in from the street, and the scene that came into view once again turned into a long street in black and white.

Chen Luo didn't walk very fast. The moment he went out, the feeling of being watched appeared again.

The spiritual power spread out, once again blocking the view of the sky.

After walking for a while along the street, about a hundred meters later, at a street corner, Chen Luo saw a tea shed with seven or eight people sitting inside. These people were changing glasses and talking loudly. It was obviously a very lively scene, but no sound came out, giving people an indescribable weird feeling.

Chen Luo's arrival attracted the attention of these people, and everyone looked over.

This group of people are all in black and white.

They are all bark people.

"Human flesh!!"

The face of the monster closest to Chen Luo suddenly twisted, and its face split from the nasal cavity, and roots full of earthy smell mixed with milky white pulp rolled towards Chen Luo. The tea patrons behind also scrambled out and pounced on Chen Luo like hyenas.

Chen Luo stretched out his right hand, with his palm facing the ground. A circle of spiritual energy surrounded his palm, turning into an orange-red ring of fire.

Color is power.

Chen Luo understood the rules of this place. He saw that he pressed with one hand, and the ring of fire in his palm exploded, sweeping away like a shock wave. (End of chapter)