Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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When Lumian returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, he was still lamenting how expensive those painting tools were.

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

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

Perhaps these are the reasons why they are impoverished, and some have to rely on family support to survive?

Lumian closed the door and put the pile of items in his hand on the wooden table.

He finally gave up the canvas and bought some necessities such as the cheapest brushes, paints, and paper. Anyway, he didn't really want to be a painter. He wanted to participate in the exhibition. It is enough to sew it up with strength. As for whether it is fragile or not, whether the paint is good or bad, whether it will fade, or how the painting looks, those are all irrelevant issues.

In this way, I also used a full 30 Filkin.

After mixing a plate of paint with multiple colors and spreading out the relatively flexible white paper, Lumian consecrated the ritual silver dagger and created a "spiritual wall" in Room 207.

He planned to try to see what he could draw and what effect it would have.

And according to the reaction of Ms. Magician's messenger to the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian believes that there should be no major abnormalities here, that is, there are a little more bedbugs, and the source of the problem like Suzanne Matisse is likely to be somewhere in the Old Pigeon Cage Theater. or in a hollow underground.

Slowly exhaling, Lumian took out his brown gold-rimmed glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose.

In an instant, he had the feeling of the world spinning, and the whole person seemed to be upside down, falling from the sky to the depths of the ground. During this process, Lumian saw the hotel standing upside down, and saw the room and the underground bar in a similar posture. The tenants moving around saw the rocks, soil and tree roots that were continuously extending to the ground, and watched the rats huddled in the corner and the insects that were everywhere.

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

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

"vomit…"

Lumian suffered from severe retching, and felt that the undigested dinner had poured into his throat. He hurriedly took off the "peeping glasses", resisted the urge to vomit, and with the desire to draw, picked up the paintbrush Dip in the paint, brush and outline on the white paper.

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

"A few minutes passed, Lumian stopped and looked at his masterpiece."

"What is this drawing?"

In the first moment, he couldn't help but come up with such an idea.

After a little recognition, he barely recognized what he drew, a gray-blue triangular house with green trees growing on the roof and a little bit of mud-like torrential rain.

After staring at it for a few seconds, Lumian suddenly felt itchy on the back of his hand and couldn't help scratching it.

After scratching, he immediately saw that the skin became red and swollen, and his whole body was itchy.

"Extraordinary influence of the painting?" Lumian's heart moved, and he looked away.

At the same time, he moved his body, trying to soothe the itching with the friction between his clothes and his skin.

"It didn't work, it forced Lumian to stretch out his hand and scratch it a few times."

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

"It really is a problem with painting."

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself, at this moment, the urge to paint in his heart was gone.

He immediately turned his back and pondered the details: "You have to stare at the painting for at least three seconds before you feel itchy all over."

In battle, it's hard to use it, I can't put it on my face, can I? However, if the trap is preset, it can play a certain role...

I wonder if there are any paintings that can function without others looking at them?

"After deliberating for a while, Lumian decided to try again. He put on the "secret-peeping glasses" again, and had almost the same experience as before.

The difference is that he also saw the deep darkness, and saw figures that seemed to be walking in the darkness.

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

This time, he did not let his inner impulse play out, instead of painting entirely by instinct, he tried hard to think about what he wanted, and tried his best to make the painted things close to the things in his mind.

Based on the synthesis of the second one, Lumian drew a golden-red sun, and the circle of radiance surrounding the sun is colorful, including red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

When he made the last stroke, room 207 suddenly became warmer, and the coldness entrenched nearby dissipated. "It seems to have a simple effect of exorcising ghosts... Lumian is not too sure to make a judgment.

He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully observed the changes. As time went by, the restless and restless warmth began to weaken slowly.

Lumian tried to fold the painting, and the warm feeling with the back facing out immediately disappeared, and the speed of spirituality in the painting slowed down to an almost imperceptible level.

It should be able to be stored for about two months... It can be used for up to three days when opened, well, this is like an alternative method of making extraordinary devices.

While thinking back, Lumian made a simple estimate and drew two consecutive paintings, which put a lot of burden on his spirituality.

After a short rest, Lumian started the third experiment. This time, the painting tools were changed to make-up.

Putting on the "secret-peeking glasses" and enduring the feeling of falling into the ground while spinning, Lumian took off the magical object after seeing several figures of the lake hidden in the shadows around him, and was blinded by the light of the calcium carbide lamp. The glass window, which is illuminated like a mirror, smears different things on the face and outlines various lines.

Like the second attempt, he tried his best to let the direction of makeup be controlled by himself, but he encountered the influence of instinct from time to time.

Lumian in the "mirror" gradually became haggard, with messy eyebrows, slightly raised cheekbones, and slightly thicker lips.

This made him seem to see a stranger, and when the "portrait" was over, he quickly looked away and closed the curtain.

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

He made it all the way to the Breeze Ballroom and saw Jenna doing flamboyant moves and singing loudly, and Charlie delivering a few alcoholic drinks to the edge of the dance floor.

The thugs ignored Lumian, and no one called him boss.

Lumian felt a little better, walked up to Charlie, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Good evening!"

Charlie, in a white shirt and black vest, turned around and asked with a smile, "Good evening, sir, would you like something to drink?"

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

Charlie was stunned for a while, opened his eyes wide, and carefully looked at the light of the gas wall lamp at a distance for a few seconds.

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

Praise the sun, how long has it been since we saw each other? Wait for me, wait until I'm not so busy and come to you again!

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

"This kid, you act quite like him." Lumian smiled with satisfaction, "You didn't even recognize me as your boss!"

He withdrew his gaze, approached the stage where Jianna was performing, and waited for the other party to finish singing the song full of obscene words. As soon as Jianna finished, she picked up the copper and silver coins on the stage and walked down. Lumian greeted her. Passed over and shouted enthusiastically: "You sing really well! Can I buy you a glass of wine?"

Jenna suddenly showed a vigilant expression.

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

She carefully looked at Lumian's face for a few seconds, and made a flamboyant smile of hidden resistance: "I have to protect my voice for the next song!"

"Give me another drink!"

While explaining with a wink, Jenna approached two gangsters guarding the side of the stage and asked for their help.

Regarding the "flashy girl" who was suspected to be the boss and the lover of "Red Boots", the two gangsters did not dare to offend, and stepped forward at the same time, standing between Lumian and Janna.

Jenna took the opportunity to leave and went to the lounge near the bar.

Before leaving, she took a look at Lumian's hair color, observed his face carefully for a while, and muttered to herself, "Has this become a fashion?"

Lumian happily looked away, and turned to the stairs leading to the cafe.

"What are you doing up there?" The two gangsters guarding there stopped him.

Very conscientious...

Lumian smiled and said, "Drink coffee!"

After observing Lumian carefully for a few seconds, the two gangsters stepped aside.

After entering the cafe, he glanced at Louis and Sakota who had nothing 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 he was done, he looked in the mirror and saw himself reflected pale and tired.

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

Louis swept his gaze and stood up in surprise: "Boss! When did you come back?"

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

"I'm resting first." "Okay, boss." Neither Louis nor Sakota dared to ask why.

Lumian entered the room, washed up with strength, fell on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.

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

During the continuous fall, the soil below suddenly cracked, and a burning ocean appeared, which was composed of red flames!

Burning and stinging pain came into Lumian's mind at the same time, he opened his eyes abruptly, sat up, panting heavily.

For a while, the room was dark and very quiet, only a little crimson moonlight shone through the curtains and sprinkled on the desk by the window.