Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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 at the Breeze Ballroom was considered good for someone of his level, but he could afford to buy a roll of canvas without eating or drinking for two months!

In Lumian's impression, many painters were impoverished, but he didn't expect that they could still afford a series of expenses such as canvas, brushes, paints, wooden frames, and mannequins.

Maybe this is what makes them so poor, and some of them have to rely on family support to survive?

Lumian closed the door and placed the pile of items in his hands on the wooden table.

He finally gave up on the canvas and bought some of the cheapest brushes, paints, paper and other necessities. Anyway, he didn’t really want to be a painter. He wanted to participate in exhibitions so that he could have a carrier to express the supernatural things he had gained through the “Peeping Glasses”. Just sew it on with strength. As for whether it is fragile, whether the paint is good or bad, whether it will fade, and how well the painting is done, those are all irrelevant issues.

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

After mixing a tray of paints with multiple colors and laying out a relatively flexible white paper, Lumian sanctified the ceremonial silver dagger and created a "spiritual wall" in Room 207.

He planned to try what he could draw and what effect it had.

Based on the reaction of Ms. Magician’s messenger to the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian believed that there shouldn’t be much anomaly here, that is, there were too many bed bugs, and the source of the Susanna Matisse problem was most likely somewhere in the old Pigeon Cage Theater. somewhere or in a hollow underground.

Lumian exhaled slowly and took out his brown gold-rimmed glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose.

In an instant, he felt like the world was spinning. He seemed to be upside down, falling from the sky to the depths of the earth. In the process, Lumian saw the upside-down hotel, and saw similar postures in the room and the underground bar. The tenants who were active inside saw the stones, soil and tree roots extending underground, the mice huddled in the corners and the insects everywhere.

He fell deeper and deeper, suffering the nausea caused by weightlessness.

The next second, he saw the 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 was already in his throat. He hurriedly took off his "Peeping Glasses", resisted the urge to vomit, and picked up the brush with the desire to paint. Dip in paint and brush on white paper to outline.

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

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

"What is this painting about?"

At the first moment, he couldn't help but have such an idea.

After a little recognition, he barely recognized what he had drawn, a gray-blue triangular house with green trees growing on the roof and dots of mud-like rainstorms.

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

With this scratch, he immediately saw that his skin became red and swollen, and his whole body became itchy.

"The extraordinary influence of painting?" Lumian felt worried and 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, so Lumian still reached out and scratched it a few times."

And as he stopped looking at the "oil painting" like a child's graffiti, the itch gradually decreased and eventually disappeared.

"It's really a problem with the painting."

Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself. At this time, the urge to draw in his heart had disappeared.

He immediately turned his back and pondered the details: "You have to look at that painting for at least three seconds before your whole body will feel itchy."

It's hard to use this in battle. I can't put it on my face, right? However, if you preset traps, they can play a certain role...

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

"After thinking about it for a while, Lumian decided to give it another try. He put on the "Peeping Glasses" again and had an experience that was almost the same as before.

The difference was that he also saw deep darkness and 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 the paintbrush.

This time, he did not let his inner impulses play out and paint based on instinct. Instead, he tried hard to think about what he wanted to get and tried his best to make the painted things close to the things in his mind.

Based on the combination of the two, Lumian painted a golden-red sun, and the circle of light surrounding the sun was colorful, including red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple.

When he made the final stroke, room 207 suddenly became warmer, and the coldness lingering nearby dissipated. "It seems to have a simple effect of exorcising ghost Wei... Lumian is not too confident in his judgment.

He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully observed the changes. As time passed, the warmth that made people a little restless and uneasy began to slowly weaken.

Lumian tried to fold the painting, and the warm feeling on the back immediately disappeared, and the flow of spirituality in the painting slowed down to an almost imperceptible level.

This should keep it for about two months...it can last up to three days when opened and used. Well, this is like an alternative method of making extraordinary tools.

While thinking about it, Lumian made a simple calculation and drew two paintings in succession, which put a considerable burden on his spirituality.

After taking a short rest, Lumian started his third experiment. This time, the painting tools were changed to makeup-related ones.

Putting on the "Peeping Glasses", he endured the feeling of spinning and falling into the ground for a while. After seeing several figures hidden in the surrounding shadows, Lumian took off the magical item and was illuminated by the light of the carbide lamp. The glass window that shines like a mirror, smearing different things on the face, outlines various lines.

Just like the second attempt, he tried his best to control the direction of his makeup, but he encountered the influence of instinct from time to time.

Lumian in the "mirror" gradually became haggard, his eyebrows appeared messy, his cheekbones were slightly high, and his lips became slightly thicker.

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

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

He came all the way to the Breeze Ballroom and saw Jenna, who was making exaggerated moves and singing loudly, and Charlie, who was sending several alcoholic drinks to the edge of the dance floor.

The thugs ignored Lumian and no one called him leader.

Lumian felt reassured, walked to Charlie, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Good evening!"

Charlie, who was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, turned around, smiled and asked, "Good evening, sir, would you like something to drink?"

Lumian asked deliberately: "You don't recognize me?"

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

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

Praise the sun, how long has it been since we last met? Wait for me, come back to you when I'm not so busy!

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

"This boy, he acted pretty well." Lumian smiled with satisfaction, "You didn't even recognize that I am your boss!"

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

Jian Na suddenly showed a vigilant expression.

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

She looked at Lumian's face carefully for a few seconds, then put on an exaggerated smile that hid her resistance: "I have to protect my voice for the next song!"

"Help me have an extra drink!"

Jenna winked and explained while approaching the two gangsters guarding the stage and asking for their help.

The two gangsters did not dare to offend the "flamboyant woman" who was suspected to be the lover of the boss and "Red Boots". They stepped forward at the same time and stood between Lumian and Jenna.

Jenna took the opportunity to break away and went to the lounge near the bar.

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

Lumian withdrew his gaze happily and turned to the stairs leading to the cafe.

"What are you doing up there?" Two gangsters who were guarding there stopped him.

Very dedicated...

Lumian smiled and said: "Drink coffee!"

After carefully observing Lumian for a few seconds, the gangster II gave way to the road.

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 directly washed his face with tap water, rubbed it a few times, and then slowly took off his makeup.

When he was finished, he looked at the mirror and saw that the reflection of himself looked pale and tired.

It consumes a lot of spiritual energy... I even painted II paintings before... Lumian calmed down and walked out of the bathroom.

Lewis glanced around and stood up in surprise: "Boss! When did you come back?"

"Just now." Lumian pointed down the corridor.

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

Lumian entered the room, forced himself to wash up, fell on the bed, and fell asleep quickly.

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

As it continued to fall, the soil below suddenly cracked, and a burning ocean appeared, which was composed of red flames!

Burning and stinging feelings entered Lumian's mind at the same time. He opened his eyes, sat up, and breathed heavily.

At this time, the room was dark and very quiet, with only a little crimson moonlight shining through the curtains and shining on the desk by the window.

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