I, The Occult Painter, Draw The Truth

015: Lord Creator... Seems To Be Quite Poor...

"Everyone, it's the first time we meet, please take care!"

Mr. Mask laughed.

The voice was low and strangely magnetic.

In the room, the swallowing vines wriggled, filling the entire room and isolating the sound.

The succubus waved his white arm and said:

"Don't break the things of the creator..."

The countless mouthparts on the swallowing vine branches opened and closed silently, as if responding to a succubus.

Mr. Mask chuckled again.

He started to look at the whole room as if no one else was there, his eyes were scanning, and the paintings hanging on the walls were all carefully read by him.

So far, Chen An's paintings have become real ones, including succubus, flame bear, swallowing vine, Mr. Mask, and Ananda Shesha.

As for the other paintings hanging on the wall, they are all unfinished works.

When seeing Ananda Shesha.

Mr. Mask's eyes seemed to light up.

He turned and looked at the succubus.

"This one?"

"Heh, that guy is too big, so he can only stay outside. It seems that he killed a lot of people just yesterday. Probably, um... at least one hundred thousand faces up..."

Succubus naturally has its means of obtaining information.

For example, when there is no one at home, quietly watching TV or something.

Well, no one stipulates that mysterious existences can't watch TV, right?

"Oh?"

Mr. Mask was clearly surprised.

There was even a hint of excitement in his voice.

He walked up to the "Ananda Shesha", carefully, conscientiously, not missing any detail, and looked at the incomparably huge snake-shaped creature.

The dimly lit room did not seem to affect his vision at all.

"Interesting guy..."

Mr. Mask chuckled again.

"The creator, really great..."

After finishing speaking, he turned his body, faced the direction of Chen An's room, and gave a standard gentleman's salute.

A few other secrets were equally respectful.

The creator is their god.

It is the supreme existence in their hearts.

"Okay, let's get down to business, everyone!"

Mr. Mask stood up straight, facing the succubus, and swung the dagger in his hand at will.

Reflects the cool moonlight.

As you can imagine, it's definitely very sharp.

"We are all creatures of the Creator, so naturally we must work together! Doing things for the Creator is our mission, so..."

Mr. Mask's words changed:

"Everyone, what's your suggestion?"

"What can we do for the Creator now?"

Succubus and other existences naturally have no opinion.

Mr. Mask is right, they should work together to do things for the creator...

Hear Mr. Mask's question.

The succubus' pretty face showed a thoughtful look.

The flaming bear's generous paw scratched his head, his face full of confusion.

On the thick swallowing vines all over the room, branches stood up and scratched the branches.

"Well, these two, there is no hope..."

Mr. Mask was silent in his heart.

After a few seconds, there was some hesitation on Succubus Qiao's face. She glanced at Chen An's room, as if she could see through the walls and vines, the supreme creator who fascinated her.

"how to say……"

The succubus whispered, looking a little scared.

Mr. Mask became curious and said:

"What's wrong?"

The succubus hesitated again for a few seconds.

Then he moved towards the room where Chen An was, and bent down gently, showing absolute respect:

"I hereby declare that I have no intention of blaspheming the Creator, but..."

"Well, it's just... I think, Lord Creator, it seems... quite poor..."

As soon as this word comes out.

Flame Bear tilted his head.

Devouring vines opened their dense mouthparts.

Mr. Mask couldn't help stunned.