Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Dark, dull, decay, depressing...

The double thick solid wood doors are closed, and together with the light-impermeable curtains, the room is surrounded by another world.

In the dark and dark room, unframed canvases were placed randomly, some were hung on the wall, some were spread out on the table, and some were simply grouped into a ball and thrown in the corner at will.

The strange paintings have changed from warm to cold to the end and turned into black paint.

But for some reason, even if it is two identical colors, you can always see some different feelings from them, which is very wonderful.

‘Squeak~’

The sound of the door shaft rubbing sounded, and in this not-so-large room, a long echo came. The sound was like fingernails scratching back and forth on the glass, making people feel panicless.

‘Click!’

With a crisp sound, the gorgeous chandeliers emitted a dim light. Under the dim light, everything in the room produced a texture like the ages of old photos.

“…Brother Bin…here is…”

Lu Xiaoqian was following Wang Xuebin, but when he saw the room, he couldn't help but turn his head to look inside.

‘Boom~’

‘%e%^@#￥%…’

In an instant, the unimaginable garbled code rushed into Lu Xiaoqian's brain one after another.

Each garbled code contains incomprehensible information, impacting Lu Xiaoqian's fragile nerves.

He stood blankly, his body trembling slightly, his bloodshot eyes seemed to be taken by everything in the room, and he looked at it blankly, but he couldn't pull it out.

In front, Wang Xuebin, who realized what was going on, narrowed his eyes, turned around, waved his hand, and exerted force!

‘Bang!’

Lu Xiaoqian, whose face was swollen 180 degrees in the air, suddenly swollen his face and forehead.

“…huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

On the floor, Lu Xiaoqian crawled there, gasping for big mouthfuls, and sometimes made a few uncomfortable dry retching. In just a few seconds, his clothes became completely wet.

"…huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Lu Xiaoqian closed his eyes tightly and turned over and lay on the ground hard. He covered his eyes tightly with one hand, making a dry sound with his hoarse voice.

“……………what is here!”

At the door of the room, Wang Xuebin narrowed his eyes slightly, pinched the Ziwu Seal with his hands, and pushed forward violently.

The strong wind came out of nowhere and swirled towards the room. With the strong wind, there were also sharp sounds of sharp edges.

Between the wind and thunder, the light in the center of the room produced a sudden twist.

As soon as the distorted vision appeared, whether it was the strong wind or the sharp sound, it seemed as if it had found a catharsis port, and it was surging towards the singularity that occurred.

After a long time, the sudden singularity swallowed up so many turbulent wind and thunder. The moment Wang Xuebin stopped his hand, it immediately disappeared, as if it had never existed.

It was not until this time that Wang Xuebin had the heart to care about the unlucky one behind him...

"I said Brother Xiao Qian... are you so reckless usually?"

Looking at Lu Xiaoqian who was blocking his eyes tightly, afraid of seeing something that he shouldn't have seen again, Wang Xuebin shook his head helplessly.

"...I just told me to follow me, don't look at me, don't look at me... Do you think I'm there to joke with you?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Lu Xiaoqian couldn't help but move his hands down slightly, covering his face. Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin suddenly became amused and crying...

"...Ha! Look at your head and no matter how good you are!"

Wang Xuebin said, bent down and helped Lu Xiaoqian up.

"...You are also lucky. I just cleaned up this morning, otherwise you would have to explain your life here!"

He stood up slowly, Lu Xiaoqian, who was still scared, still did not dare to open his eyes, swallowed hard and spitted, and asked in a dry voice:

"...Brother Bin...What the hell is this... I'm so full of pressure on my chest now that I've been wanting to mess with it..."

"It's right to want to interfere!"

Wang Xuebin couldn't help rolling his eyes, curling the corners of his mouth, and shook his head.

"If you delay for a longer time, do you believe it or not, you can spit out your sphincter..."

“…sigh ~”

Hearing this, Lu Xiaoqian couldn't help but bend down again.

“…”

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin shook his head helplessly, helped him into the room, and casually slipped over a stool, holding him and carefully sitting down.

In the room, the paintings were like hideous eyes, staring at everyone walking into the room.

Although Lu Xiaoqian never dared to open his eyes, he still felt like he was on his back.

"...Brother Bin, what is this evil thing in the room?"

"painting!"

"painting?!"

"Yes, it's painting, oil painting!"

Wang Xuebin said, picked up one, expanded it and then put it into a ball, throwing it to the corner of the wall filled with canvases.

“…These paintings are my rewrites and interpretation of the world over the past six years, and each painting contains unimaginable amount of information!

Just now, you are physical stress responses caused by the brain's inability to recognize, accept, and process this information.

Thanks to the short time and the fact that the new information in the room is not overflowing, otherwise, your simple little head would have to burn out..."

“…I? Is it simple?”

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Lu Xiaoqian seemed a little dissatisfied. He put down his hands, but still did not dare to open his eyes.

"Isn't it simple? If it's not simple, tell me, what is a silly girl? By the way, you can open your eyes..."

Wang Xuebin started asking casually while sorting out the messy debris on the table.

Listening to this question, Lu Xiaoqian couldn't help but pause, and tentatively opened his eyes. Seeing that the terrifying scene just now did not appear again, he felt relieved, looked at Wang Xuebin and answered:

"...Silly girl, Chinese brand mobile phone, 2060 models, of course it's a mobile phone!"

Lu Xiaoqian answered naturally, stood up slowly in the chair, looking at Wang Xuebin, wanting to know if the other party had any other answers.

"...Mobile phone! Have you ever seen such a mobile phone?"

Wang Xuebin was stunned by what he said, but in just a moment, he replied easily:

"...The technology in 2060, those who travel through time and space will definitely be different from the mobile phones today!"

"I don't mean her different..."

Wang Xuebin said, throwing the debris in his hand into the trash can, patted the dust that did not exist on his hand, turned to look at Lu Xiaoqian, raised his eyebrows and asked meaningfully:

"...but she said she was a cell phone, did you believe it?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Lu Xiaoqian was stunned. He looked at Wang Xuebin and said stumblingly:

"...No, why don't I believe it... Isn't it just a mobile phone..."

“…hehe…mobile phone?”

Wang Xuebin took two steps forward, sat on the table that he had cleaned up with his legs, leaned over slightly, looked at Lu Xiaoqian, and said softly:

“…Don’t you want to know…how to postpone the doomsday?

To tell you the truth, the only way is to rely on the 'mobile' you mentioned!"