I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery.

Chapter 260 Sculptor

Just as Tang Long quickly returned to the ancient house, somewhere in the foreign world, on a spacious street, the missionary had a gloomy face.

"Can you explain to me what's going on?" He suppressed his anger and looked at the miserable homeless man, "Painter?"

In order to hunt down Zhang Falcon, he dispatched six kings and formulated a plan to use the painter's ability to seal off the opponent's ghost domain and then surround and kill him. Unexpectedly, he failed in the end.

"Ask me what to do." The painter seemed very free and easy, "I blocked him for a long time. You guys had your own reservations and were unwilling to do your best. Finally, you found the exit in the painting and escaped. Are you trying to blame me?"

In the original work, before launching the Noah's Ark plan, although the kings also had their own agendas, they were still able to communicate with the outside world in unison. But now that they are slaves and servants and cannot protect themselves, they have lost even the most basic and crucial thing of unity. Nothing can be done.

When dealing with Zhang Xun, everyone held their own and was unwilling to face Gang directly, because now the king's organization no longer has the final say of their king. Once you are injured, weakened, or even the ghost is revived, no one will come to help you.

The lord's mercy was reserved for his inner circle of priests, while the kings were more like subdued dogs than his subordinates.

Of course, they asked for this, because at first the prophet came with the nine high priests and promised that as long as they were humble slaves, they could forget the past. But at that time, these kings arrogantly refused, and waited until they could no longer defeat those who wanted to join. By that time, he was no longer qualified to be a slave.

In short, during this siege, Zhang Xuan risked his life and rushed out. When he thought that he would be the one to bear the wrath of the prophet, the missionary felt his face turning blue.

"Where are the coffin nails? Why don't you use coffin nails!" He grabbed the painter's collar with some annoyance, "Obviously as long as you use that thing, the battle will be over in an instant."

"And then let you take my coffin nails to receive the reward and steal my things by the way?" The painter grinned and chuckled, "Missionary, don't treat everyone as a fool. That Mr. Zhang Falcon is pretending to be your servant. If you look like this and enter the castle, it will be a headache for you too, so don't drag us into the water."

"You bastard..." Being poked in the painful spot, the missionary turned his hand and took out the old book.

"Well well well." A joking voice rang out, and a man wearing a suit, wearing a polite hat, and holding a civilized stick in his hand appeared. "Preacher, I have said long ago that you are not suitable to be a leader. , he couldn’t even catch a escaping spy. If he were to bring the information back to the east, do you know how much impact it would have on your master’s plan?”

"gentleman……"

The missionary looked at each other, and his anger grew stronger. After seeing the terrifying power of the prophets and priests, this guy was the first to fall to his knees. Originally, according to his plan, he led all the kings to escape from here and go to South America. He wants to dominate, but with the gentleman taking the lead, everyone else will compromise.

He was about to say a few words sarcastically, but suddenly he heard a "squeaking" friction sound, and he immediately stopped breathing and did not dare to speak.

With the sound of the wheelchair turning, a petite and slender figure appeared. Her height should not exceed 140cm. She was wearing a gray and worn-out uniform, her feet were tied together, and there was even an iron hoop used for electrotherapy on her head. Even the wheelchair he was sitting on was twisted and rusty, making him feel like he had just come out of a mental hospital.

The long golden hair that should have been beautiful was dull due to dust, and her exposed arms were covered with scars, which made people imagine how tortured she had been in a mental hospital.

The only things that were incompatible with her miserable, dilapidated and despairing body were two things. One was the carving knife held in the girl's hand. No matter from any angle, it was exquisite and brand new, and it seemed that it had been carefully maintained.

Secondly, her face was filled with a happy and satisfied smile. It was not a forced fake smile, but a smile that came from the heart and made people feel healed at a glance.

"No. [-], Lord Priest."

All the kings present hurriedly knelt down. The priest was the servant and confidant of the Lord, and had complete rights of life and death over them kings. More importantly... purely from the supernatural aspect of control, it was absolutely impossible for them to be a priest. opponent.

Of course, the ninth priest is not in good condition at this moment, and the sequelae of her fight with Zhang Bohua still exist. Her entire left arm, and her right arm except her right hand, are intertwined with faint purple and green, which are Zhang Bohua's. Poison is extremely tenacious. Once it gets entangled with someone, it will never stop. Even a vicious ghost will be corroded until it dies before it can get rid of it.

Therefore, the ninth priest in a wheelchair was actually receiving an intravenous drip. On the back of her wheelchair, there was a bottle of strange dark viscous liquid. From time to time, eyeballs, teeth and other things could be seen inside.

But only the right hand holding the bottle of intravenous drip has restored its original white and delicate skin. It can be seen that this thing is still effective. It is indeed removing toxins, but the process is very slow.

Seeing this scene, the missionary couldn't help but become active again. Seeing that the ninth priest was indeed seriously injured, could the other priests be the same?After all, she was the one to show off now, so maybe this guy was already in the best condition.

But then, the ninth priest spoke: "The gentleman is right, missionary, in the name of the master, I will deprive you of your right to lead the kings. From now on, whether it is to pursue Zhang Falcon or the Ark Project, It’s all run by gentlemen.”

Her voice was clear and melodious. It sounded very moving, but it shocked the missionary. Leading all the kings was the last right he could grasp. If he didn't even have this hand, he would be completely trampled on. Underfoot.

"Master Priest! This..."

But before he could make an excuse, the gentleman chuckled and said: "Preacher, you let Zhang Falcon go, but I am dealing with the aftermath. Now the guy is trapped in the manor owner's manor, although he is temporarily hiding. , but will soon be captured by me and presented to the master.”

"You are no longer useful. You have neither ability nor loyalty. You should just be a pawn."

"Gentleman, you guy..." The evil spirit around the missionary gradually grew, and although the ninth priest was not tall and was sitting in a wheelchair, he looked down at him with the attitude of an absolute superior and snorted coldly.

"Boom--!"

The earth trembled, and a strange and terrifying statue fell in front of the missionary. It had a ferocious face, dozens of deformed arms behind its back, and lifelike tentacles on its lower body, which was somewhat similar to a ghost Buddha.As soon as the statue of the evil god was called out, the missionary immediately did not dare to speak, because the code name of the ninth priest was the sculptor.

She is like a copycat version of Zhang Youhong. She can briefly reproduce the terrifying ability of the ghost through the statue, and it lasts longer. As long as the statue is not destroyed, it can be used repeatedly. In a sense, she is even more perverted than Zhang Youhong's puppet.

Of course, her supernatural power is far inferior to that of her counterpart, and a seventh-level ghost cannot be carved in any way. However, even so, He Yin'er's strategic positioning among the captains of the headquarters means that she must be protected first.

The wheelchair behind him, the restraints and even the electric shock device above his head are all protective supernatural items. The sculptor has only one ability that can really cause damage, which is the ghost statue.

A statue was thrown out, and the missionary immediately didn't dare to move. He knew very well how terrifying this statue was to the evil spirit. It was one of the offerings that the five kings had reluctantly imprisoned and given to the Lord last month. .

The gap between the king and the priest was so big that a still-injured ninth priest could easily suppress him. At this moment, the missionary really felt helpless humiliation.

Seeing that the guy who had been tit for tat with him had completely surrendered, the gentleman smiled with satisfaction: "Then, as the ninth priest said, whether it is the pursuit of Zhang Falcon or the Ark plan, leave it all to me. Let’s deal with it.”

……

Soon, the proud and proud gentleman left with the kings, but the painter stayed here. His expression was very indifferent, and he did not seem to be in awe of the priests like other kings.

After a while, the two came to the top of a tall building, stood and sat down, admiring the afterglow of the setting sun.

After a long while, the sculptor said calmly: "The weaver is dead."

"Huh?" The painter looked at her slightly surprised, "How do you know?"

"The wheelchair I carved for her was broken." The sculptor's expression was neither sad nor happy, and no one could tell what she was thinking.

"That's really a pity." The painter sighed, "Originally, if Haosheng had guided her, even she might not have reached this point."

"You have been trying to pull her out from behind the door. It seems that you have been disobeying the master's orders." The sculptor looked at the sunset and spoke slowly.

"Yes, I have always been there, because someone once did this to me." The painter did not deny that his shadow under the setting sun was not an adult like body, but a child-sized silhouette.

"Master should know about this."

"Yes, he does."

"But he didn't punish you?"

"Many times, he can't control himself and can't even figure out who he is, but this shouldn't matter to you."

The painter glanced at her: "Whoever allows you to carve to your heart's content and perfect your art is your master."

The sculptor was silent for a moment and changed the subject: "I need your help. My art has stalled."

"Help for what?" The painter's expression clearly showed understanding.

"I can't carve those two old men, neither the old man covered in mud nor the old man who hurt me with poison."

For the first time, the sculptor's expression showed struggle and pain. For an artist like her, the inability to complete these two supreme masterpieces was far more despairing than the deep marks on her body.

"How do you want me to help you draw the two of them?" The painter's expression was a little unpredictable. "I can draw them, but that is meaningless, because what I draw is not supernatural. It’s just my pure, personal creation.”

"If you want me to draw those two people with supernatural powers... I can't do it. Maybe only their companion, a guy who makes puppets, can do it. But to be honest, I feel that there is a hundred thousand between her and art. Eight thousand miles.”

He knew that the only way for the sculptor to make further progress was to learn from the weaver and forcibly splice more ghosts to increase the level of terror.

But the outcome is also obvious, he will inevitably die from the resurrection of the evil ghost.

So, the painter didn't want to tell her this because the two were... friends?
The painter didn't think so. How could a friend not even know the other person's name? He did know the girl's name, which was Galatea, but the girl didn't know that his real name was Fan Yu.

"It's probably an art creator's appreciation and pity for another art creator."

The painter shook his head and suddenly smiled: "If you feel that you have no inspiration, I have some new paintings here. Do you want to come and enjoy them?"

(End of this chapter)