Thriller: I created an alien asylum

An old butler stood at the door of the manor.

When he saw Tan Zhi, he came over enthusiastically: "Are you here to attend the master's banquet?"

Tan Zhi: "Wait a minute, I have a few companions behind, they haven't come yet."

The old butler: "You can go into the manor with me first, wash up and rest, I will send someone to pick up your companions."

Tan Zhi is skilled and brave, even if he is injured now, he is not afraid of the other party, nodded, and followed the old butler into the manor.

There are many murals hanging on the walls of the corridor of the manor.

He got closer to take a closer look.

The old butler thought he was very interested in these murals, so he introduced them to him.

"My master has been a genius since he was young. He learns everything very quickly. Sculpture, painting, jewelry design, he can quickly reach the peak of his skills after getting in touch with them."

"He seems to be born a great artist. These beautiful works bloom like flowers under his hands."

"These murals are the works he created when he first came into contact with painting as a child."

"My master's father hired a painting master, but the master only taught my master for three months, and then he could not teach anything more. He felt ashamed of himself and said that my master's level had far surpassed his. He soon resigned and left."

"From this end to the end, this is the first painting my master painted."

Tanzhi was looking at that painting.

It can be seen that this painting is still immature, but apart from the painting techniques, this painting is rich in color and bold in color.

And the scenery presented in the painting is also very beautiful.

Many students who have studied for several years may not be able to draw at this level.

As a result, this is a work drawn by a child for the first time?

Tanzhi was amazed.

As expected, talent is enough to make people despair.

People with talent can achieve twice the result with half the effort no matter what they do, while people without talent, no matter how hard they try, can never be better than the former.

Tan Zhi thought of the conditions for passing the dungeon.

I wonder if the owner of this manor is called Clo?

He was not afraid of triggering any taboos, so he asked directly: "Are these all painted by Clo?"

The old butler nodded and smiled: "Yes, of course these are all painted by our master, and other paintings will not be hung here."

"You are the first person to call our master like this. Now, most people call our master Baron Mobia."

"Humph, they are just a group of people who are trying to curry favor with our master. Isn't it because the master wants to make a work of art for them?"

"Since you call him like this, you must have a very close relationship with the master, right?"

The old butler took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes with relief: "I didn't expect that our master also has a good friend who can call each other by name."

Tan Zhi didn't even know who Clo was, but he was very thick-skinned and nodded without any guilt to acknowledge the identity of a friend.

The old butler's attitude really became a lot more enthusiastic. If he was superficially enthusiastic because of the guest's identity before.

Then his enthusiasm now is much more sincere.

Tan Zhi is still looking at the paintings in the corridor.

As time went by, the painting styles and skills of those paintings also improved dramatically.

Moreover, the fresh and bright feeling that Tanzhi had felt at the beginning of the paintings gradually disappeared.

At that time, when Tanzhi saw the first painting, he was attracted by the bright colors and beautiful scenery on it.

But the paintings after that.

The more Tanzhi looked at them, he even felt a little nauseous.

It’s not that the paintings after that are ugly.

On the contrary, compared with the first painting, the painting skills of the paintings after that are superb. If they are put up for auction, it is estimated that each painting can be sold at a high price.

It’s just that the colors of these paintings are not so bright, but they use a depressing dark color system.

Tanzhi watched the end without saying a word.

The last painting in the corridor.

If it is taken out separately from the first painting.

Then everyone will exclaim, and they can’t believe that it is from the same person.

Because the emotions expressed in the painting have undergone a qualitative change, and it doesn’t feel like they were painted by the same person.

This last painting is like the embodiment of the abyss.

The dark hue enveloped the world like the night.

The thick black, deep purple, and deep red intertwined and collided with each other, as if the painter's soul was struggling and tearing in despair and pain.

In the end, they were swallowed up by the darkness in the painting one by one.

At first glance, it was shocking enough.

Tanzhi stood in front of the painting, as if he was stunned, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

He felt the weirdness in his body and began to be restless again.

In order to prevent the weirdness in his body from getting out of control, he forcibly moved his eyes away from the painting.

The old butler had not seen the ugly look on his face, but introduced the painting with pride.

"This is the most perfect painting our master has ever made. He once said that no matter how many paintings he paints in the future, it will be difficult to compare with this painting."

"A noble once offered tens of billions to buy this painting, but the master did not agree to sell it."

Tanzhi forcibly suppressed the restless weirdness in his body and swallowed the blood that surged in his throat.

He calmly agreed with the other party: "This painting is indeed very outstanding."

It was a little unexpectedly outstanding.

This painting is wrong.

He just glanced at it for a few times, and it actually caused a strange agitation in his body.

The previous paintings, although also dark and depressing works.

But the feeling it brought to him was far less than this painting.

Tanzhi wanted to take down the painting and study it carefully to find out why it could cause strange agitation.

Unfortunately, the old housekeeper was always beside him.

Before he had explored the situation of this manor clearly, he should not do anything too much.

They stayed here for a long time.

Xietai and Bingye had already found this manor and entered the manor under the guidance of the servants.

As soon as they stepped into this corridor.

They found Tanzhi in the corridor.

Tanzhi also heard footsteps.

"Xietai, Bing cadre, you are finally here."

The old housekeeper: "Oh, are these two your companions? They are really handsome. I am relieved that the master has a group of friends like you."

Xietai and Bing suddenly became the master's friends.

They did not show any surprise.

The old butler didn't notice anything wrong.

"Dear guests, please come this way. The banquet will start in an hour."

Lazy and Bing walked through the corridor.

Naturally, they saw the painting hanging there.

"That painting..."

Lazy was about to say something, but when he saw the old butler beside him, he closed his mouth again.