Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 1255. The Book at Night (43)

"The light shield can cover three people, Uncle Zhang, come quick," Xia Jin said.

Uncle Zhang didn't stand on ceremony and quickly came to Xia Jin and Qingqing's side.

Just then, with a "crash," a painting fell to the ground.

Dark green paint flowed down the wall and gathered into a vortex on the ground, where half of Sophie's face appeared.

Her eyes were fixed on Qingqing, a strange smile playing on her lips: "Found you..."

"Oh no! She's going to use the whirlpool to pull Qingqing in!"

Guo Yuelang quickly stepped in front of Qingqing, but the floor beneath his feet suddenly softened, and paint seeped from the wood grain, wrapping around his ankles.

Chu Xue immediately swung her knife at the paint, but the blade got stuck to the paint and she couldn't pull it out.

—Holy crap! Sophie just stepped out of the painting?!

—Still keeping an eye on Qingqing!

Why isn't she looking at the people outside the light shield?

—This guy's really going after Qingqing!

— Think of a solution quickly!
—The paint has all gotten stuck on Xin Xin, the handsome little boy!

Xia Jin suddenly noticed that the green patch was burning hot in her palm.

The green patch on Xia Jin's palm was so hot it almost slipped from her hand, and she suddenly realized what was happening.

She immediately squatted down and pressed the green patch onto the dark green paint wrapped around Guo Yuelang's ankle.

"Fuck-"

Like the sound of hot oil hitting cold water, the originally sticky paint instantly lost its luster and turned into ordinary ink that flowed along the wood grain. Guo Yuelang took the opportunity to pull his foot back, leaving only a faint mark on his ankle.

Chu Xue's knife was finally pulled out of the paint, with a few wisps of melted paint still clinging to the blade, which quickly evaporated into white smoke.

Sophie's half-face contorted in the vortex, her azure eyes filled with rage. The vortex collapsed with a "whoosh," and the dark green paint shrank back into the wall, leaving only a dark mark, like an undried tear stain.

The plaster statues in the corridor became even more restless; David's head turned faster, his eye sockets facing the crowd.

Venus's severed arms flailing wildly in the air, white paint dripping from the broken ends.

"Xia Jin, quickly ask the owl where the next color block is!" Huang Jingjing said.

Chu Xue held the knife horizontally in front of her, her eyes warily scanning the paintings around her, fearing that another attack might suddenly appear.

Xia Jin closed her eyes, and the pale golden light in her palm intertwined with the light from the green patches.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and spoke rapidly: "The next one is red, in the abstract 'Red Storm'."

"The painting is in the middle of the corridor."

“Abstract art?” Quan Quan said. “The lines in abstract paintings are inherently messy, so they might be harder to spot.”

"I'll teleport there to find you!" Huang Jingjing said immediately. "Qingqing, stay inside the light barrier and don't come out. I'll be back soon."

“I’ll go with you.” Lin Xi stood next to Huang Jingjing.

Quan Quan and Bai Ye are going too.

“Okay, it’s just the four of us,” Lin Xi said. “The others can protect Qingqing; Sophie is quite persistent.”

"Luckily, she was persistent; otherwise, it would have been even more troublesome if she had randomly chosen someone to attack," Bai Yueming said.

—Vegetables, you can shut up now!

—Vegetables, if we don't speak, no one will think we're mute.

—The vegetables' voices are so pleasant, but the words they utter are terrifying.

—It should be fine now, it's probably already set up.

—I hope so.

—At least everyone knows who should be the focus of protection.

Qingqing clutched the hem of Chuxue's clothes. Her complexion was a little better than before, but she was still staring intently at Sophie's self-portrait.

Sophie in the painting wasn't staring at Qingqing, but coldly looking at Lin Xi and the others, her silver brush lightly touching the canvas.

"Xiaolin, be careful," Qingqing said.

Lin Xi and the others also noticed Sophie's change. Huang Jingjing couldn't help but glare at Bai Yueming.

Bai Yueming looked at Huang Jingjing innocently, as if to say: It wasn't me who asked her to keep an eye on you.

"Or should we give the colored blocks to them?" Xiao Qin said. "There are many of us, we can protect Qingqing."

"Forget it, let's send more people!" Ouyang Xichen said. "I'll go with you."

"And me too. In a critical moment, I can use fire," Bai Yueming said.

Just as Guo Yuelang was about to say that he should go, he heard Lin Xi agree with a smile.

"Okay!"

The group teleported over and saw a huge canvas hanging on the wall.

The canvas was covered with twisted red lines, some like burning flames, others like churning blood. The lines were still flowing slowly, occasionally bursting into tiny red sparks that fell to the floor, leaving small black dots.

"Watch out!" Bai shouted.

A thick red line shot out from the painting and rushed straight at Huang Jingjing!

The flames in Bai Yueming's palm instantly flared up, transforming into a fire shield that blocked Huang Jingjing's path.

The red line made a piercing sound when it touched the fire shield. The tip of the line was charred black, but it did not break. Instead, it split into more than a dozen thin lines, bypassing the fire shield and wrapping around the others.

Quan Quan immediately picked up the charcoal pencil from the ground and quickly drew a thick barrier on the floor. The lines drawn by the charcoal pencil shimmered with a faint black light.

The thin lines struck the barrier, were deflected, and splashed red "water droplets" on the canvas.

—Hey? It's Ma Liang with his magic paintbrush!

—Wow, my Quan Quan is amazing!

—I guess only the paintbrushes here can produce this effect!
——Of course!

—Why not hold the pen? It might be a prop!

—Didn't this game stop giving out items?
—It wasn't explicitly stated, was it?

—123's own compass can even be used as a prop.

—It certainly won't stay like this forever. The system will probably reclaim it or make the compass lose its function as an item.

—Quan Quan is holding a pen!

The red lines on the canvas became even more ferocious, like a red net.

Lin Xi's gaze searched through the chaotic lines.

Finally, in the center of the canvas, many lines intertwined, with a faint red glow.

Lin Xi reached out to grab it, but as soon as her fingertips touched the red light, the canvas suddenly shook violently, and countless red lines surged from all directions, wrapping around her wrist.

"not good!"

Huang Jingjing tried to teleport, but found that her feet were also entangled by lines and she could not move.

"Use color block fragments!" Ouyang Xichen reminded.

Huang Jingjing remembered the orange crumbs in her hand and immediately stuck them to the line on Lin Xi's wrist.

A glimmer of light flashed, and the red lines instantly loosened, turning into drops of red paint that fell onto the canvas.

Lin Xi seized the opportunity to grab the red block.

Huang Jingjing had already used the debris to open her legs as well.

Seeing Lin Xi grab the colored block, she immediately teleported back to the others.

The moment the red block touched the orange, yellow, and green lights in Xia Jin's hand, the light shield instantly expanded, now able to cover four people.

"Xiaohe, go inside!" Xiaoqin said.

Chang Xiaohe looked at everyone.

It seems like everyone is better than him.

He was almost hit by the thin wire; the back of his clothes was burned with a small hole.

He didn't hesitate any longer and went inside the light shield.