Sick beauty loses horse in thriller game

Chapter 469 The Small World 29
Jiang Lai communicated with himself in each comic, using all the vines in his hands to connect all the comic papers to each other, constantly folding part of the paper, folding it again, and rolling the other part into a roll...

She worked hard for a full ten hours until she was exhausted, then collapsed to the ground and lay next to Fu Siyang to rest.

Fu Siyang glanced at Jiang Lai, took a deep breath, and used his innate skills.

At that moment, Jiang Lai suddenly opened his eyes.

"You...your innate skill...is actually healing?!"

Who would have thought that in the Thorns game, the famous Golden Sword God of War would have a healing skill!

Fu Siyang nodded.

"My innate skill is called Mu Chunfeng. As the name suggests, this skill can make the person enveloped by the skill feel like a spring breeze. Regardless of physical illness, injury, or exhausted spirit, it can be healed by Mu Chunfeng's Restored under the influence.”

He thought for a while and explained, "The reason why I have delayed using it until now is because my healing technique is different from other players' healing techniques. My healing technique, the more serious the injury, the better." The greater the loss, the better the treatment effect.”

"That's it." Jiang Lai smiled and nodded.

At this point she has basically recovered.

She sat up, ate something with Fu Siyang, and then got back to hard work.

Fu Siyang was not idle either.

While Jiang Lai was busy, he was observing the situation around him.

Because he was standing on the table, his field of vision was much wider than when the four-frame comic was spread on the floor.

The studio they were in was empty, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

Several dusty paintings hang on the walls, the colors have become dull.

Among those paintings, several are oil paintings and sketches with black, white and gray as the main colors.

Beyond that, most of the paintings are caricatures.

It can be seen that the author who created those comics cherishes those comics very much and even specially framed some of his favorite works.

The paintings had a layer of dust on them, making them look like they had been there for a long time.

At first, the paintings hanging on the walls appeared to be bright in color and full of power in their brushstrokes.

It proves that the author was in a positive, optimistic and sunny state when he drew those paintings.

However, as time passed, the style of the paintings on the walls began to change.

Those comics that are only outlined in black and white are intertwined with a large number of black lines, expressing the author's loneliness and fear in a depressing way.

The air of the entire studio was filled with an old musty smell, which made people feel very disgusting and depressing.

The table in the corner of the room was covered with dust and waste paper, and there were also a lot of crumpled waste papers scattered around, which should be waste manuscripts discarded by the original author. In this room, time seems to have stood still, and all the paintings and objects have lost their original meaning, leaving only darkness and decadence.

After carefully observing the environment in the entire studio, Fu Siyang came to a conclusion.

This is a place full of depression and fear, which makes people feel chilling.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw a small piece of dusty glass on the door of the studio.

Through the glass window, which was blurrier than frosted glass, less than one meter long and about thirty centimeters wide, one could see that there seemed to be another room outside the door.

However, from Fu Siyang's angle, he could not see anything in that room at all.

He could just barely see the wall outside, and... something that looked like a rope.

Fu Siyang rubbed his eyes, and just when he wanted to take a closer look, he heard a brisk voice from Jiang Lai's side.

"Finally all the parts are done. Next, we start assembling it."

The assembly process is not that complicated.

Fu Siyang watched from the side. Jiang Lai in dozens or hundreds of pictures relied on the vines drawn with flower-like pens to combine the parts that had been folded with paper.

To complete these, for Jiang Lai, who is in the four-frame comic, it is undoubtedly a time-consuming and labor-intensive project.

So, Fu Siyang was so shocked when he watched her assembling the previously completed parts that he completely shifted his attention from the dusty glass window to Jiang Lai.

It didn't take long for Jiang Lai to assemble most of what she had spent so long on.

And that thing finally took shape.

It was a paper man made up of countless pieces of folded paper with four-panel comics drawn on it, and it was about half a foot tall!

At this moment, the four-frame cartoon where Jiang Lai and Fu Siyang were located had been reprocessed from a somewhat deflated paper airplane into a part of the paper man's head. To be precise, It’s the position of the paper man’s face.

In this position, Jiang Lai and Fu Siyang can stand relatively high and see far, making it easier to command and control the paper man's limbs to complete what they want to do next.

Under the control of Jiang Lai's vines in dozens of pictures, the paper man slowly raised his arms and placed his head on his neck.

With a gentle "click" sound, Jiang Lai and Fu Siyang, who occupied the C position of the paper man's body, invariably breathed a sigh of relief.

While Jiang Lai took out a bottle of yogurt and drank it to replenish his energy and sugar, he used the vines to control the paper man. He picked up the cartoonist-specific G pen placed on the table and was about to clean it up. , I started creating on new drawing paper, but belatedly discovered that because it had been vacant for an unknown period of time, the tip of the dip pen had completely dried up!
Not only that, even the ink in the ink bottle placed next to the pen holder has dried up for many days!
Jiang Lai frowned and began to look around.

"Xiao Ai, look here to see if there is any ink that can be used."

Soon, Xiao Ai found a large box of ink.

But the problem is...that big box of ink is located on the top floor of the cabinet in the corner of the room!
If it weren't for the fact that they were in the world of four-frame comics, it would not be difficult for Jiang Lai and Fu Siyang to get those inks even if their bodies became smaller.

But now...