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Chapter 1252. The Book at Night (40)

Ouyang Xichen walked over and picked up the transmitter.

The chaotic creation suddenly let out a roar, and its body instantly turned into a water ball.

A red "fire" character appeared on the transparent water film, which was clearly its weakness.

"Use fire!" Bai Yueming immediately injected the flame from his palm into the launcher, and Ouyang Xichen aimed at the "fire" character on the water sphere and pressed the launch button.

A ball of blazing flame shot towards the Chaos Creation, instantly evaporating the water droplets with a sizzling sound. The Chaos Creation shrank in size, and water droplets fell to the ground.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the chaotic creation suddenly reformed and turned into gray stone.

This time, the weakness has become the blue "Ice" character. "Switch to Ice element!"

Guo Yuelang quickly found the liquid nitrogen tank next to the experimental table and injected liquid nitrogen into the launcher.

Ouyang Xichen adjusted the angle and pressed the button.

A chilling aura shot towards the stone, instantly covering its surface with white frost. With a "crack," the stone split open, and the chaotic creation shrank once more.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, and the viewers were even more nervous than the players at the venue.

—Quick! It's about to turn into fire! Its weakness is water!

—Ouyang, aim carefully! Don't miss!
—This monster is too agile! It changed form as soon as it was weakened!
As expected, the Chaos Creation underwent its third reorganization, transforming into a burning ball of flames, its weakness being the black character for "water".

Lin Xi immediately summoned the iron plaque engraved with water.

"Just give it to me!"

As Guo Yuelang spoke, he snatched Lin Xi's sign and poured water into the transmitter.

Ouyang Xichen took a deep breath and stared at the character "water" in the center of the flame.

However, the Chaos Creator moved, suddenly drifting to the left in an attempt to evade the attack.

"Move a little to the left!" Xiao Qin shouted.

She stared at the trajectory of the elemental fragments on the ground, predicting the direction of the chaotic creation's movement.

Ouyang immediately adjusted the angle of the transmitter and pressed the button.

A jet of water struck the weak point of the fireball precisely, and the flames went out with a "poof," shrinking the chaotic creation to only one meter tall.

Just then, the Chaos Creator suddenly flew into a rage, and its body began to flicker irregularly.

It switches between water and fire in a flash, its weaknesses changing rapidly, as if it's out of control.

"This can't go on like this!"

Just then, Xia Jin's palm suddenly lit up.

"The owl reminded me that the core of the Chaos Creation is 'imbalance,' and that attacking it with three elements at the same time can balance its elements!" Xia Jin said.

"Attack simultaneously?" Guo Yuelang immediately understood. "Bai Yueming will use fire, Quan Quan will use ice, I'll use water, Ouyang, you're in charge of aiming at the core!"

The three people simultaneously inject elements into the three interfaces of the emitter.

Ouyang Xichen stared at the light flickering in the center of the chaotic creation.

Three beams of elemental light of different colors simultaneously shot toward the Chaos Creation.

The red of flames, the blue of ice, and the transparency of water converge at the core into a beam of white light.

The chaotic creation let out a painful roar, its body began to disintegrate, and the elemental fragments reassembled in the air, eventually condensing into a tower-shaped object that glowed with blue light.

"The Tower of Science?" Qingqing asked.

"It should be," Wenya replied.

The Tower of Science fell into Xia Jin's hands.

Just then, the little robot's voice rang out again.

"Congratulations on finding the Tower of Science. Next, please enter the Art Gallery and find the Rainbow of Art."

"This is never going to end," Bai Yueming complained. "Fortunately, there's been no danger so far."

—Shut up!
—Don't say any more.

——Stop, stop, stop!

—Vegetables, as long as you don't speak, everyone will be safe.

—Watch out, 123 might glare at you again.

Lin Xi didn't glare at Bai Yueming; the countdown on the public screen was still urging them to hurry to the next place. "Where is the art gallery?" Lin Xi asked.

Xia Jin and Uncle Zhang looked at each other.

"Our bookstore doesn't have an art gallery, but there is an area where we display sheet music, painting textbooks, calligraphy textbooks, sculpture textbooks, and the like," Uncle Zhang said.

“Then, we need to go down this building and back to the bookstore,” Xiaoqin said.

The journey back was quite smooth.

The group entered the bookstore.

Uncle Zhang was leading the way when he suddenly exclaimed, "Eh!"

"What's wrong?" Guo Yuelang asked.

"There's an extra door here," Xia Jin replied.

Lin Xi walked over and pushed open the door.

The aroma that hits you is a blend of turpentine and flaxseed oil.

What I saw wasn't a bookshelf, but a long corridor that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The walls on both sides are covered with various paintings.

On the left is Monet's Water Lilies, with purple water lilies floating in the shimmering water; on the right is Picasso's Cubist portrait, with broken blocks of color forming an eerie smile.

The gaps in the wooden floorboards were filled with dried paint, and every ten meters or so, there was a white plaster statue.

"This place is much gentler than the science and engineering area." Bai Yueming reached out and touched the charcoal pencil on the easel next to him, his fingertips covered in a layer of dust.

A blue-covered book lay open on the easel, with the words "A Guide to Self-Studying Painting from Scratch" printed in gold lettering on the cover.

"Is it a book that teaches people how to draw?"

Wenya's eyes lit up; she used to like drawing little figures in the corners of her textbooks when she was in school.

Everyone walked over together, and Wenya stepped forward, picked up the book, and opened it.

The pages are yellowed; the first few pages are a tutorial on pencil hatching.

Wenya continued flipping through the pages, then suddenly stopped.

It was a realistic self-portrait. The woman in the painting was wearing a green velvet dress, with pearl hair clips in her curly hair. In her right hand, she held a silver paintbrush with the tip still wet with rose-red paint.

The woman's eyes were painted with ultramarine blue, and the pupils seemed to reflect the windows of the studio, with even the wood grain of the window frames clearly visible.

"Who is this painter? The signature is 'Sophie'."

As Qingqing stepped forward, her fingertips just touching the pages of the book when the eyelashes of the woman in the painting suddenly trembled.

Qingqing abruptly withdrew her hand.
"Did I see wrong?" Qingqing muttered.

"What's wrong?" Chu Xue asked.

"It looks like my eyelashes moved," Qingqing said.

Everyone immediately crowded forward, staring at the eyes in the self-portrait.

Those eyes slowly began to move, shifting from looking out the window to turning into the corridor, finally landing precisely on Wenya.

—Holy shit.

—That's a bit weird!
—It's nothing, there are often such plots in fantasy dramas.

—Does the art gallery also incorporate elements of fantasy and martial arts?

—It's alright, it's just a painting.

"Click——"

Suddenly, the spine of the book made a crisp sound, and the self-portrait floated out from the pages, as if held by an invisible frame, and slowly pasted onto the blank wall next to it.

The originally flat oil painting instantly gained a three-dimensional feel.

Sophie's skirt seemed to be swaying in the wind. She slightly raised the hand holding the paintbrush, the tip pointing towards Wenya, as if she were sizing up a new model.

—Holy crap, this isn't a fantasy story, it's a ghost story!

The players, however, remained quite calm.

—Just burn this painting already, what's the point of keeping it?