When Lumian returned to the Golden Rooster Hotel, he was still lamenting the high cost of those painting tools.
Charlie's monthly salary as a waiter at the Breeze Ballroom is already good among people of the same level, but he can afford to buy a canvas without eating or drinking for two months!
In Lumian's impression, many painters were poor, but they could still afford a series of expenses such as canvases, brushes, paints, wooden frames, and mannequins.
Maybe these are the things that make them poor, and some of them have to rely on family support to survive? Lumian closed the door and placed the pile of items in his hand on the wooden table.
Anyway, he didn't really want to be a painter, he wanted to participate in the exhibition, just have a carrier to stitch up the supernatural power obtained through the "secret glasses".
In this way, a full 30 Feldin was also used for Lumian.
After mixing a plate of multi-colored paints and spreading out the fairly flexible white paper, Lumian sanctified the ritual silver dagger and created a "spiritual wall" in room 207.
He planned to try to see what he could draw and what effect it had.
According to the reaction of Ms. "Magician's" messenger to the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian believes that there should not be much abnormality here, that is, there are more bed bugs, like what Suzanne. The source of Matisse's problem is most likely somewhere in the old pigeon cage theater or in a hole underground.
Exhaling slowly, Lumian took out his brown gold-rimmed glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose.
In an instant, he felt like the world was spinning, and his whole body seemed to be turned upside down, falling from the sky to the depths of the earth.
In the process, Lumian saw the upside-down hotel, the tenants moving in similar postures in the rooms and the speakeasy, the stones, dirt and roots that were constantly extending underground, the rats huddled in the corners and the bugs everywhere.
He fell deeper and deeper, enduring the nausea caused by weightlessness.
The next second, he saw a huge brownish-green root system, which stretched out in all directions, connecting the distance, and plunging into nothingness.
"Vomit......" Lumian retched severely, only to feel that the undigested dinner had rushed to his throat.
He hurriedly took off his "secret glasses", resisted the urge to vomit, and with the desire to draw, he picked up a paintbrush, dipped it in paint, and sketched it on the white paper.
He gradually became spiritual, and spirituality unconsciously extended to the end of the brush.
A few minutes passed, and Lumian stopped and looked at his "masterpiece".
"What kind of thing is this?" In the first moment, he had such an idea that he couldn't contain it.
After a little recognition, he barely recognized what he was drawing:
A gray-blue triangular house, a large green tree growing on the roof, and a muddy rainstorm.
After staring for a few seconds, Lumian suddenly felt a little itchy on the back of his hand and couldn't help but scratch it.
With this scratch, he immediately saw that his skin became red and swollen, and his whole body itched.
"The extraordinary influence of the painting?" Lumi moved with peace of mind and looked away.
At the same time, he moved his body, trying to smooth out the itching by the friction of his clothes and skin.
This had no effect, forcing Lumian to reach out and scratch a few times.
As he stopped looking at the child's graffiti-like "oil painting", the itching gradually decreased and eventually disappeared.
"Sure enough, it's a matter of drawing." Lumian breathed a sigh of relief and said secretly.
At this time, the urge to paint in his heart was gone.
He immediately turned his back on his body and pondered the details:
"You have to stare at that painting for at least three seconds before you itch all over......
"In battle, this is difficult to use, I can't stick it on my face, right?
"If you set the trap, it can play a certain role......
"I wonder if there are any paintings that work without the gaze of others?"
After thinking for a while, Lumian decided to try again.
He put on his "secret glasses" again, and had an experience that was almost the same as just now.
The difference was that he also saw deep darkness and figures that seemed to be walking in the darkness.
Amid retching, Lumian took off his brown gold-rimmed glasses, took out new paper, and picked up a paintbrush.
This time, he did not let his inner impulses run wild, instead of painting based on instinct, he tried to think about what he wanted to get, trying to get what he drew close to what he had in mind.
Under the combination of the two, Lumian drew a round of golden red sun, and the circle of brilliance around the sun was colorful, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.
When he made the last stroke, room 207 suddenly warmed up, and the cold that was entrenched nearby dissipated.
"It seems that it can have a simple effect of exorcising ghosts......" Lumian was not too confident in making a judgment.
He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully observed the changes.
As time passed, the warmth that made people a little restless and uneasy began to slowly weaken.
Lumian tried to fold the painting, the back facing outward, the warmth disappeared immediately, and the speed of the spirituality in the painting slowed down to an almost imperceptible level.
"This should last for almost two months...... It can last up to three days when opened and used...... Well, it's like an alternative way to make extraordinary weapons......" Lumian recalled and made a brief estimate.
And painting two paintings in a row has caused a lot of burden on his spirituality.
After a short break, Lumian began his third experiment.
This time, the painting tools were changed to makeup-related.
After seeing a few blurred figures hidden in the surrounding shadows, Lumian took off the magical item and smeared different things on his face through the glass window illuminated by the calcium carbide light like a mirror, outlining various lines.
As on his second attempt, he tried his best to control the direction of his makeup, but from time to time he was influenced by instincts.
Lumian in "Mirror" gradually became haggard, his eyebrows looked messy, his cheekbones were slightly high, and his lips were slightly thicker.
This made him feel as if he saw a stranger, and when the "depiction" was over, he quickly looked away and pulled up the curtain.
After putting away the two paintings "Itch" and "Sun" and the various items placed on the table, Lumian decided to go out to verify the effect.
He made his way to the Breeze Ballroom and saw Jane Na doing flamboyant movements and singing loudly, and Charlie delivering a few alcoholic drinks to the edge of the dance floor.
The thugs ignored Lumian, and no one called him the leader.
Lumi felt a little relieved, walked to Charlie's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Good evening!"
Charlie, who was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, turned around and asked with a smile:
"Good evening, sir, would you like something to drink?"
Lumian asked deliberately:
"You don't know me anymore?"
Charlie was stunned for a while, his eyes widened, and he looked carefully at the gas wall light Mangzai at a distance for a few seconds.
He quickly smiled and shouted in surprise:
"It's you!
"Praise the sun, how long have we not seen each other? Wait for me, come to you when I'm not so busy!"
Charlie then pointed to the bar, waved his hand, and said goodbye.
"This kid acts quite similarly." Lumian smiled with satisfaction, "You didn't even recognize me as your boss!"
He retracted his gaze and approached the stage where Jane Na was performing, waiting for the other party to finish singing the song full of obscene words.
As soon as Jian Na finished picking up the copper coins and silver coins on the stage, she walked down, and Lumian greeted her and shouted enthusiastically:
"You sing so well! Can I treat you to a drink?"
Jane Na suddenly showed a wary expression.
After being attacked by that perverted Hedsi, she didn't dare to be careless about any audience member who tried to get close to her, worried that something bad would happen again.
She looked at Lumian's face carefully for a few seconds, and piled up an exaggerated smile of hidden resistance:
"I have to protect my voice for the next song!
"Drink me one more drink!"
Jane explained with a flattering eye as she approached the two gangster thugs guarding the stage and asked for their help.
For this "exaggerated girl" who was suspected of being the leader and the lover of "Red Boots", the two gangsters did not dare to offend, and at the same time stepped forward and stood between Lumian and Jenna.
Jane took the opportunity to break away and went to the lounge near the bar.
Before leaving, she glanced at Lumian's hair color, then carefully observed his face for a while, and muttered to herself:
"Zhen, has this become fashionable too?"
Lumian happily retracted his gaze and turned to the staircase leading to the café.
"What are you doing up there?" Two gangster thugs guarding there stopped him.
Very dutiful...... Lumian smiled:
"Drink coffee!"
After carefully observing Lumian for a few seconds, the two gangster thugs got out of the way.
Entering the café and glancing at Louis and Sakota, who had nothing to do, Lumian turned to the bathroom.
He didn't dare to look in the mirror, so he washed his face with tap water and rubbed it a few times before slowly removing his makeup.
When he was finished, he looked in the mirror and saw that the reflection of himself was pale and very tired.
The spiritual consumption is still quite large...... I also painted two paintings before...... Lumian calmed down and walked out of the bathroom.
Louis swept his eyes and stood up in surprise:
"Boss! When did you come back?"
"Just now." Lumian pointed down the corridor, "I'll rest first."
"Okay, boss." Neither Louis nor Sakota dared to ask why.
Lumian entered the room, forced himself to wash, fell on the bed, and fell asleep quickly.
In the dream, he seemed to be experiencing the discomfort of falling all the way from mid-air to the ground.
As it continued to fall, the soil below suddenly cracked, revealing a burning ocean, which was composed of crimson flames!
The burning and tingling came to Lumian's mind at the same time, and he opened his eyes and sat up, panting heavily.
At this time, the room was dark and very quiet, with only a little crimson moonlight shining through the curtain and sprinkling on the desk by the window.
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(End of this chapter)