Chapter 1 The Beginning

Shen Wei left the rightmost exhibition hall. The exhibits in this corridor were too dangerous. In the simulation, Shen Wei died after only seeing the second exhibit, which left him with lingering fear. So he retreated to the entrance and prepared to visit in another direction.

"Hey kid, not bad! Looks like you're not as ordinary as you seem. You have secrets, and I like digging into the secrets in other people's hearts the most, hehehe..."

Shen Wei's eerie right hand smiled lewdly.

"I'm a chef in New Western cuisine. It's normal to know a little knife work!"

Shen Wei narrowed his eyes and said with a chuckle.

"Kid, you're not being honest, are you?"

Shen Wei ignored him and began to observe the still-life modern exhibition hall. There were four rows of exhibits here. There were all kinds of things, except for dolls, there were also figures, paintings, keyboards, daggers, books, and so on! Shen Wei couldn't decide where to start for a moment!

"Kid, be careful!"

A sharp shuriken flew in an arc towards Shen Wei's eyes. But his eerie right hand steadily caught it.

"Damn woman, you're a persistent ghost!"

The eerie right hand casually put the shuriken back into his pocket! And Shen Wei looked in the direction the shuriken came from, lost in thought.

"Why can she hide among the exhibits without being affected? Is the fifth rule of the still-life modern exhibition area wrong, that once you read the introduction of the exhibit, you will be sucked into an illusion? But that Japanese who plotted against me in the illusion didn't seem to see the introduction of Annabelle, and was also brought into the illusion."

"If I can't find the pattern here, then every time I pass an exhibit, I will be pulled into an illusion and experience a life-or-death crisis. If this is the case, if I want to reach the other end of the passage in the third exhibition hall, I will have to experience dozens of dangers. The probability of me successfully reaching the next exhibition hall is probably less than 3%. However, since the woman who attacked me can hide in the exhibits, it means that the danger level of the second row of exhibits is slightly lower..."

Thinking of this, Shen Wei walked towards the second row of exhibits on the right. The first exhibit in the second row was a picture album. This time, Shen Wei did not read the introduction of the exhibit. But he was still sucked into the illusion.

When Shen Wei's vision returned, he was sitting in a brightly lit studio. In front of him was a desk, on which there was a picture album, a box of paintbrushes, and an alarm clock with a three-minute countdown.

However, this time Shen Wei was not alone in the studio. There were two other people sitting next to him!

The one on the left was a black brother from Wakanda. For some reason, Shen Wei thought of the US 0 yuan purchase as soon as he saw him.

The one on the right seemed to be a Japanese. His attire was very similar to the kariginu worn by Japanese onmyoji.

Both of them were sweating profusely, holding paintbrushes in their hands, and struggling to think about something.

Shen Wei wanted to stand up, but he suddenly found that he seemed to be imprisoned in the chair and could not move at all. At the same time, the three-minute countdown on the table also started ticking. 2 minutes 59 seconds, 2 minutes 58 seconds...

"What does this mean? Draw a picture in three minutes? But what exactly should I draw?"

Shen Wei was also caught in a dilemma. He looked around. Suddenly, he found a little boy in cartoon pajamas with his head lowered at the door of the studio at some point.

The little boy was motionless, looking particularly eerie and terrifying in the flashing lights.

Looking at the suddenly appearing little boy, Shen Wei couldn't help but swallow.

Time passed by every minute and every second. Suddenly, the little boy moved a long distance towards the studio as if teleporting. And the little boy also slowly raised his head at this time. What was frightening was that there were no eyeballs in his eye sockets. Two dark eyes dripped with blood, staring straight at Shen Wei, and showing him a strange smile.

Shen Wei was so scared that he shivered and dared not look at the little boy again! Now Shen Wei finally understood why the two guys next to him were pale and sweating profusely.

"But what should I draw? There are only two and a half minutes left."

"You-sang, can you paint?"

Shen Wei, who couldn't make up his mind, was ready to try anything, and asked if his weird right hand could paint. After all, he was an evil god who had lived for endless years.

"Why would an evil god like me learn to paint? To cultivate my sentiment? You're thinking too much, my ideal is to destroy the world..."

Seeing that the eerie right hand was directly giving up, Shen Wei knew that he couldn't count on this useless thing.

Shen Wei rolled his eyes, then glanced at the paintings of the two people next to him, preparing to learn from them.

The Japanese onmyoji was painting a pair of eerie and cold eyes.

"Is this guy preparing to complete the little boy's body, fulfill his wish, and resolve his resentment? Okay, as expected of a professional onmyoji! Exorcise the weird spirit from the perspective of resolving the knot..."

Shen Wei nodded in satisfaction!

"Damn Chinese, you actually want to peek at my answer and get something for nothing. Don't you feel guilty?..."

Perhaps sensing Shen Wei's peeping gaze, the onmyoji Fujiwara Chiba quickly blocked his painting with his hand.

"Okay, this sounds like an old onmyoji. Tsk, so stingy, not even letting me take a look. You are far worse than the female teachers in Japan, you don't have any spirit of dedication..."

Shen Wei's muttering reached Fujiwara Chiba's ears. He cast a hateful look at Shen Wei, wishing he could swallow him alive.

"I will kill you when I get out!"

The onmyoji Fujiwara Chiba threatened while gesturing a throat-cutting gesture with his hand.

Shen Wei ignored him and turned his attention to the big black man next to him again.

If he didn't look, he wouldn't know. If he looked, he would be shocked. Although this black man had well-developed limbs, his mind was not simple at all.

What he painted on the album was... the boy himself. And his painting skills were solid. In such a short period of time, he painted it vividly.

"This Wakanda brother is not simple either. He may have discovered some details. The sudden appearance of the little boy may not just be to scare them. The terrifying little boy may be our model, which is what we have to prepare for the painting. This also perfectly explains why the surroundings are empty and there is no reference object for the painting. Amazing, amazing..."

Just as Shen Wei was sighing, the black brother Steve also noticed that Shen Wei was peeking at his answer.

"Holy crab, whatareyoudoing?