Chapter 227: Long John’s Weakness.
Mo Xian heart feeling as though it was being twisted by a knife, causing him to roll his eyes in pain. But he couldn’t stop. Using his talent would cause irreversible damage to his organs.
V room visions of the future once again appeared before his eyes.
In the future, Mo Xian slapped all the paintings on the corridor wall, and still there was no reaction. Eventually, with a SSSSH H sound, the wall folded inwards, and he was pulled into it like a rolled-up tortilla. His entire shins forcibly snapped.
Ugh, ugh.
His whole body twisted and deformed under the abnormal folding. Blood pouring from his mouth, bones twisting and piercing through his skin. His whole body in a chaotic mess, dying in the folded corridor.
No, no.
Enduring the intense pain in his chest, this time Mo Xian did not dare to skip time. But after seeing the future, he chose another route.
In the future, he slapped all the paintings in the corridor, but this time he directly ran towards the room that was folding in front of him, slapping each painting along the way, ugh, ugh.
His chest was collapsing, and the wall ahead was quickly folding up.
Mo Xian’s face was tight with tension, relying entirely on adrenaline to force his body running from one room to another.
Hurry, hurry!
Until he reached a certain room, Mo Xian’s hand pressed on a painting, and the sound of it folding rang out.
His hand and the painting both curiously bending. The bones of his hand deforming, forcing through his skin.
With a puff, Mo Xian’s entire right arm bent and folded, blood and veins flying, directly flying off his shoulder.
"Ah!"
The scream echoed in the room.
Mo Xian, in pain, staggered back a few steps, completely out of strength. His vision gradually darkened as he collapsed on the floor, completely losing the will to fight for his life.
Looking at the walls constantly curling and rolling in the room, his face showed self-mockery.
"Damn it! Never thought before the organisation came to our aid, all of us brothers would be gone.
Whether it’s luck or fate that shouldn’t decide.
Thud.
A painting fell from the curling wall.
It was an oil painting of a giant dragon breathing fire on a castle wall in Western Europe.
This painting was completely unaffected. It fell straight from the bent wall.
"Ah, ah, ah."
Almost instinctively, Mo Xian reached out and touched the painting.
Buzz.
𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
In the next moment, Mo Xian’s body, lying on the ground, disappeared, and the crackling sound of curling in the room also abruptly stopped at this very moment.
"Oh, it’s actually this painting. If it wasn’t for time jump, how could a ghost find this thing in such a short time?"
Buzz, buzz, buzz.
And just after Mo Xian disappeared, Shen Yu slowly spread his arms and crawled out from the painting inside the elevator entrance of the green tree seat, stepping forward, walking towards the Western European painting, disappearing into it.
Buzz.
Another moment of dizziness.
A cold wind, hoo hoo hoo, rushed towards him, and Shen Yu, with alertness, realised that he was standing on the ancient castle wall of Western Europe.
On the wall, a huge lizard dragon was staring intensely at him. On its massive eyelid, there was a trace of blood, as if a bleeding creature had just crawled by.
Looking along the bloodstains, in the right eye of this massive lizard dragon, instead of a pupil, there was a painting, a corridor full of hanging paintings.
"Found it. The real seven layers."
"Damn. So the seven layers were here. I’m stuck in a trap within a trap within a trap. Damn it! Shen Yu is the real sixth."
Mo Xian almost killed himself just to get the information, and now Shen Yu takes over.
"I can’t imagine when Mo Xian finds out about all this, will he be mad at Shen Yu? I now know you can never mess with Shen Yu."
The bullet comments, watching the hanging paintings inside the dragon’s eye, were now in a frenzy.
Roar!
The dragon, as big as a mountain, glared at Shen Yu, opened its large mouth, and white smoke poured out, as if it was gathering some kind of flame to spray at Shen Yu.
"Shut up!"
Sizzle!
The maafa incense in his arms ignited, burning down to the size of a fingernail.
The dragon’s movements came to an immediate halt, and Shen Yu, following the dragon’s falling wings, sprinted madly to the dragon’s right eye.
Before the eye socket, as big as a copper bell, there were still traces of blood.
Shen Yu guessed this was probably a motion, burning himself, launching his last time jump to arrive here and move to the real seven layers.
"Ha! You want to steal my order? Sorry, the seven floors you struggled so hard to find. I’ve taken over."
Buzz.
The moment his hand touched the painting inside the dragon’s eye, and Lance’s figure twisted again and disappeared from the European building.
Cough, cough, cough, cough.
Seven layers.
This time’s seven layers was far more cosy compared to the previous one.
The walls were all lit with warm yellow lights, and the floor was even covered with red carpets.
Each painting had small labels in front of them.
If you looked closely, those paintings seemed to be all of people.
Cough, cough, cough.
Lying on the ground, Mo Xian kept coughing up blood.
His murky eyes looked around, suddenly hearing a click, clack sound of footsteps, and a pair of black leather shoes appeared in front of him.
Looking up, the person was a middle-aged man dressed in black trousers, black suit, wearing a tie, and long curly hair.
This middle-aged man looked down at him, smiling at the corners of his mouth, in his hand he held a painting torn halfway.
"You, you, poor lower life forms. You’ve already given your all just to see me. You are Long John."
"You you you can sign sign."
Emo Sheen looked at Long John, spitting blood. His remaining hand stretched out with hope.
T S K ,T S K ,T S K.
Unfortunately, with a bang, the black shiny leather shoes stepped directly on Mo Xian’s head.
"Worthless thing. You think you can talk about cooperation with me? You’re not even worthy to polish my shoes."
Thud thud thud.
The heavy footstep left a dent on Mo Xian’s face.
His eyes wide open, staring at Long John.
"You, you—"
Swish.
In the next moment, a white piece of paper fell from Long John’s chest, landing on Mo Xian’s face.
With a thud, the paper fell to the ground without any obstruction, and Mo Xian, lying on the ground, instantly disappeared without a trace.
"Oh dear, just a lowly creature. Boring, boring."
After picking up the paper again, a vivid, desperate, and painful human face appeared in the white paper.
It was Mo Shen.
"How many collections have I hung by now? Let me see."
Carrying the white paper, Long John walked to a blank wall, about to hang the new artwork.
Thud.
In the next second, as if realising something, he tightened his grip on the torn seven-layer painting.
His sharp case fixed.
"There’s another little worm hiding so long. You should come out now, right?"
Thud, thud, thud.
From the corner, Shen Yu’s icy eyes locked onto Long John.
"So, you never had any intention of an order. You just wanted sales to come to you. You just wanted more collectibles, right?"
"Ha! A bug dares to guess my thoughts. Either you cooperate with me to finish the painting, or I crush you, turn you into meat paste."
With elegant movements, Long John hung the white paper painting.
He calmly gazed at Shen Yu, and suddenly the lights of the entire seven-layer began to flicker.
"Playing tricks. I want to see, without the painting, what else do you have?"
Clang.
A silver medal appeared on his chest.
The metal of the breathing snake was clenched in Shen Yu’s palm, and Shen Yu could feel a turbid force inside him, gathering on the surface of his body through the metal.
Shush hh.
Snake scales.
Dense snake scales instantly covered Shen Yu’s face.
Looking at the bloodstains of emotion on the ground, Shen Yu’s pupils slowly narrowed into slits and turned golden.
When he looked at Long John, an invisible tremor rippled through the air.
"Blood hatching."
"Snake, you actually got that worthless thing stuff. He he he. Too bad. A worthless thing cannot affect dragon."
Under Shen Yu’s gaze, Long John remained unchanged.
Instead, his white paper fluttered, and a drawing of a masked man appeared.
A six-armed, three-headed monster flew out of the paper, charging at Shen Yu.
"Damn! Blood hatching!"
In a hurry, Shen Yu looked at the masked monster in the drawing.
This time, his ability was confirmed.
Crack, crack, crack!
Crack, crack, crack!
As the monster charged, countless pus-filled blisters suddenly swelled on its back.
The blisters spread into eggshells, and as the fleshy, tender snakes bit through the skin and emerged, the monster collapsed with a thundering crash and vanished into a black ink blot on the ground.
"Ha! How long do you think you can use the borrowed power, lowly creature? Wait to become my collectible."
Seeing the attack erased, Long John’s expression remained calm.
With a shake of his sleeve, two more drawings flew out.
This time, it was still the sketch of the three-headed, six-armed monster, and the two monsters rushed towards Alon.
And Lon frowned.
This time, he didn’t act on the two monsters.
Instead, he focused on the display of the breeding snake metal, 23% 15%
It seemed the more he used the power of the evolutionary creature, the faster his own mutation was being cleansed.
Maybe once the mutation was completely exhausted, he wouldn’t be able to use the power of the breeding snake anymore.
"Damn! No wonder you’re not in a rush. So this is what cleansing means?"
Staring at the leisurely leaning Long John against the wall, Shen Yu gritted his teeth and, instead of retreating, rushed forward, seemingly prepared for something.
"Oh, aren’t you running towards the elevator? But coming towards me instead? Aren’t you clear? Your ability is useless against me. Once your snake transformation ends, you’ll be my toy. Such a short time, and you don’t run away, but move closer to me."
In the disdain in Long John’s words, the snake eyes and Shen Yu’s gaze lit up, bloodborne eggs.
The two monstrous figures charging head-on exploded at the back.
Countless little snakes dancing wildly, but Shen Yu didn’t care.
His gaze still fixed on Long John.
Yet no snake eggs had grown on the other’s body.
Tap tap tap.
Shen Yu kept pressing closer to Long John.
"Wild Boar Peiji, damn! Is this the Heavenly Dragon Man Lord? So impossible."
"Khai, has Shen Yu decided to risk it all? This is way too irrational, little treasure Mary. I feel like maybe running now is better. Head for the elevator. This time, I could really get down, right?"
"Ha! Why do I feel like that Long John is deliberately leading Shen Yu to run? Is he afraid of something?"
As the barrage of comments floated by, Long John squinted, preparing to pull out another painting from his sleeve, and but S S S H.
In Shen Yu’s arms, only a tiny Maafa incense remained, burning as a wisp of stinking black smoke spread.
Long John’s movement paused.
Plop.
His suit jacket was ripped open by Shen Yu, and a scroll was violently pulled out.
Plop.
The moment Shen Yu got the scroll, he decisively opened it.
The painting showed a man in a suit.
The black suit emphasised his tall frame.
The curled hair and smile made him a true artist.
Looking closer, the person in the painting wasn’t Long John.
Who else could it be?
S S S H H.
The last bit of Maafa incense finally burned out, and Shen Yu held the paper with both hands, about to tear it.
The callman collected Long John finally panicked, his face changing drastically.
"Stop! Stop it, low-level creature! ITMD said stop."
Completely losing his initial elegance, Long John became like a madman, clawing and lunging at Shen Yu.
But Shen Yu coldly smiled, tearing a corner of the painting with a schla sound.
"Stand still. One more step, and I’ll tear your painting completely."
"You, you, stop."
Long John panicked, completely terrified.
He froze in place.
His features tensed, staring at Shen Yu in disbelief.
"You, how did you know?"
"Ho, you think everyone is stupid? Since snake reproduction failed, I knew something was wrong. No matter how extraordinary a dragon is, isn’t it still on the same level as other management? You say snake ability doesn’t work on you? I don’t believe it."
Raising the painting higher, Shen Yu looked at the Long John in it.
That Long John actually moved.
That Long John kept waving, signalling him not to act further.
And Shen Yu laughed.
"The reason you act so fearlessly isn’t because you’re strong, but because you hit yourself. Your true self is in this painting."