[BL] I Wasn't Born Lucky (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 167

In fact, the width and height of the corridor hadn't changed. The reincarnators just had the illusion that it was changed. It was because the paintings on the surrounding walls were gone.

There was a wide open door as the dividing line. Countless paintings were hanging on the wall outside the door and spread into the depths. Then inside the door, the walls were clean and white. The visual brightness made people feel cheerful.

Fu Guangbo broke the silence. "The 'creator' is here?"

He hadn't dared look directly at the ancient woman previously. Now he took the opportunity to glance at her with a mixture of fear, joy and tension. Once he saw the stick person who was called 'son' by the bigshot, he even showed a horrified look.

This time, Xiao Li didn't lower his head to look at the ancient woman because the facts were obvious. He simply hummed, stepped over the threshold and walked deeper.

Inside the door was a large empty room like the exposure room of a camera. It was dimly light and there were many thin lines on the walls. The middle of the room contained a table with various painting tools, various paints for oil paintings, brushes and inks for ink paintings, a small inkstone table and various other tools.

Not far from the table was an easel. An old figure faced the incoming reincarnators. He had a short stature, a slightly hunched back and grey hair. He held a paintbrush in his hand and faced the easel in front of him.

It wouldn't be surprising if this scene occurred in an outside studio. However, this was a haunted studio and more importantly, this figure only had his upper body.

The ghost of the painting appeared and Zheng Yi and the others believed in Xiao Li again. Still, they were instinctively nervous and frightened. It was a type of inner fear.

The painting ghost seemed to be in some predicament and he had been ignoring them.

Xiao Li held the ancient painting in one hand and placed his other hand in his pocket as he approached the easel where the ghost was painting. He found that the other person was doing an oil painting.

The paint was in two colours, red and black. It painted over a large area but at present, it wasn't clear what was being painted. He clearly felt Xiao Li's approach but the painting ghost didn't lift his head. He just kept painting a humanoid object while saying, "Welcome to Exhibition Hall R."

The voice was hard to hear, like a sharp object rubbing against steel. Xiao Li noticed that the figure painted at the end of the paintbrush had no face, only a rough outline.

Based on this painting ghost's demeanor and degree of concentration, he could finish the painting first and then pay attention to them. However, this person chose to leave it blank and stopped painting directly.

Did this mean... he was trying to use them to fill the face in the painting? The ghosts locked up in the paintings outside, was this how they came to be?

The painting ghost never put down the brush in his hand. He had a crazy look as he stared at the drawing board in front of him in an intoxicated manner. "I am an artist and I'm not as bloodthirsty as the others of my own kind. Now that you have come in, you are my prey. I should kill all of you. However, since you have found me, I can give you an opportunity as long as you are willing to pay a certain price."

Xiao Li wondered, "What is the price?"

The painting ghost spat out a word. "Vote."

"The painting I have in my hand still lacks a face. I want you to vote among yourselves to choose someone to be the face of my painting."