Chapter 150 Disorder (Twenty)

The cold wind whistles.

Although it turned into a human radar, Fu Qian did not go directly to the town to start a massacre.

He chose to follow the previous road and come all the way to the old city.

Considering the speed of flesh and blood transformation, time is still in time.

There is one thing he wants to figure out.

Touching the key in his pocket, Fu Qian went straight to the spire in the snow of the church.

...

A few minutes later, Fu Qian jumped down from the top of the church again.

In the darkness, the colorful windows that didn’t have the chance to check last time were still dazzling.

After confirming that there was no movement around, Fu Qian walked down all the way and soon came to the colored window.

Looking closely, the surface of the colored window seemed to be covered with a transparent curtain.

Fu Qian stretched out his hand and found that he seemed to have touched a hidden border.

With a force on your hand, the colored window slowly opened backwards.

After waiting for two seconds, no attack appeared, Fu Qian squeezed in directly.

Sure enough, there is something!

The scene behind the colored window made Fu Qian feel a little amazed.

There is actually an independent space behind it.

The area is not large, just ten square meters.

The furnishings inside are also very simple, with a huge painting board under the window that takes up almost half of the wall.

Next to the drawing board is a barrest stool with a few brushes and a dried paint plate.

There is nothing else.

Fu Qian walked up and there was a finished painting on the drawing board.

The content of the painting looks very complicated, the most eye-catching of them is the seven colorful rays in the sky.

It's exactly the same as looking out from the window at this angle.

This is……

The next moment, Fu Qian noticed something strange and took out the Starlight Key from his pocket.

The already crystal clear key is now even more radiant and emits circles of halos.

Fu Qian only took a look, then threw the key on the stool beside him, and continued to look at the painting.

This painting is obviously old.

Not only is the overall color faded, but the lower right corner also has a rotten lift, turning into an old yellowish brown color.

Some places have even begun to peel off.

Hiss!

It looks familiar here, it seems to be where you are now standing!

After discovering this, Fu Qian couldn't help but take a breath.

After staring for a long time, he suddenly turned his head toward the key on the stool.

"No matter how you look at it, I honestly don't think it's very well drawn."

"Especially the seven lights on it are just like they are just randomly covered. The kindergarten children draw better than this..."

"The lines and brushwork are also quite amateur..."

...

"You're looking for it a little slow!"

Just after Fu Qian criticized himself, a voice suddenly came from the key.

The next moment, the light gathered above and outlined a pale figure.

The witch wearing a pointed hat sat in a corner of the stool, looking at the painting in front of her with great interest.

"There is no way. After all, as a member of the inspection team, I still have to handle the case and catch the murderer."

Fu Qian said casually.

Now he has basically confirmed that the witch hopes that this place he is looking for.

When I came before, it is likely that the curtain outside the colored window was shielded, so that the key could not sense it inside.

This is why the key didn't respond at that time.

Once inside, the shielding no longer works.

At this time, the witch looked at her for a while, and finally shook her head.

“I think I don’t think it’s well drawn.”

"Although it's my mother's blood."

Fu Qian glanced at her.

Considering this person’s true form, this mother must be not simple, she actually painted it with her blood?

"Speaking of this, do you understand why I asked you to find this now?"

"Let me think about it."

Fu Qian looked at the painting.

"You wouldn't want to tell me that the people outside actually lived in a painting that had been drawing with your mother's blood."

"Make it right!"

The witch's tone was unchanged.

"But it may be different from your inherent concept. For us, the concept of mother is more similar to the root or seed rather than direct childbirth.

In fact, I haven't even met her."

“When I was born, the outside world was destroyed.”

"Although the specific process is not clear, it is basically the world that has encountered a disaster, involving various powerful beings.

And at the last moment, someone hunted one of the powerful beings and used her blood to draw the world as the last refuge for mankind."

"Magic power!"

Although I had guessed something, Fu Qian still sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"Yes, it's a pity that years have passed, and blood will corrupt."

“That’s why natural disasters are beginning to occur here?”

Fu Qian pointed to the lower right corner.

"Natural disaster is just one manifestation."

One of the manifestations...

Fu Qian thought of something in an instant and raised his right hand to look at the witch.

"The same is true for human pus?"

"Take that thing away from me!"

The witch showed a disgusting expression.

"But that's right, this is also a manifestation of corruption."

"What about the colorless curse? I remember you said before that human pus and colorless curse are opposites?"

"Before answering this question, I have a question to test you. Why do you think that person would draw such ugly seven lights at the end?"

Why are you especially painting seven lights...

Fu Qian looked at a few pieces of graffiti in the sky.

"In order to make people have faith? Then awaken to the sequence?"

"The answer is correct! That's the purpose."

"The reason, to put it bluntly, this is a world painted after all, and it is essentially different from the real world.

If ordinary people want to survive for a long time, they must truly integrate into the painting, otherwise they will be easily rejected."

"So the curse of color loss is a manifestation of being rejected?"

Fu Qian understood immediately.
To be continued...