The bullet screen was shocked by this move.
[F * ck, didn't the Joker just say that he's selling balloons? How did the Magician connect with him so quickly? That's scary.]
[This … could be the connection between the Magician and the Joker?]
[But then again, even though the Joker is ugly, he's actually quite cute. (whispering.jpg)]
[I, I wanted to say that too. He's weirdly cute. So then again, to be able to perfectly understand the Joker's meaning, the Magician is definitely not a normal person.]
.....
After saying goodbye to the only good ghost that Zong Jiu found in the amusement park, the Joker, he continued walking forward with the smiling balloon.
Staring at the smiling face on the balloon, the Zong Jiu paused for a moment, lowered his head, and carefully tied the string of white thread to the button of his trench coat, then continued walking forward slowly.
Speaking of which, it was quite miraculous. Perhaps it was because Zong Jiu had finally met a good ghost, but the ghosts he met next were all mixed in good and bad. They were not like the ghosts he met before, where he could feel the undisguised malice just by standing aside.
Gradually, as he continued walking, the Zong Jiu noticed a pattern.
Those who were wearing Coco Love dolls, such as Little Red Riding Hood with a basket of strawberries, Alice in a poker dress, White Rabbit with a carrot in its hand … without exception, they were all bad ghosts. Moreover, these fellows appeared to be very friendly to the trainees. Under the premise that the main system NPCs would not harm the trainees during non-event hours, many of the low-level trainees had let down their guard against them.
On the other hand, the clown with the horrifying paint on his face, the crazy hat wearing an unknown outfit, and the strange woman wearing a red dress and a hood floating in the air were not malicious at all. There was nothing suspicious about these dolls.
But the problem was that these ghost dolls were all abnormal. The clown was selling balloons, the crazy hat was dancing on the street, and the strange woman was singing while hanging from a tree. Any normal person would be scared, not to mention going up to talk to them.
As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover. Now, you can't judge a ghost by its cover.
Who knew if the ghosts under these dolls were good or bad?
The lights in the amusement park were dazzling. Every road seemed to be shining, making people not know where to go.
Countless figures brushed past him. Their figures flickered into shadows that could not be seen clearly, blurring under the night sky.
Only Zong Jiu was still walking alone.
The young man walked beside the street of vintage lampposts that were burning with golden-red flames. The khaki windbreaker that reached his knees made him look tall and slender, adding a warm glow to his white hair that was usually as cold as the snow on the top of the mountain. When he looked up, his side profile was as beautiful as a work of art favored by the creator. He did not look like a mortal.
In the distance, the artist doll who was painting accidentally saw this scene. The brush that was painting was frozen in place.
After a long time, the doll trembled as if it had received a great inspiration. The tip of the brush quickly turned in the paint bottle. It hurriedly took down the crucifixion painting that was tied to the cross and threw it aside. It set up a new drawing board on the easel and began to paint with great concentration.
Zong Jiu did not notice this little episode at all.
He stood in place for a while, but he did not find any other dolls that could gather information in District 1. There were not even many trainees nearby.
Because he was still carrying a balloon, Zong Jiu could not ride any exciting rides. After walking two laps, he still did not know what to do.
He had to finish all the rides in the amusement park to exchange for a C-grade blind box. This reward was a gift from the main system for low-level trainees, but it was not enough for high-level trainees.
To get this blind box, it was no exaggeration to say that he would have to spend the next twenty days pushing through the rides non-stop. If he had the time, he might as well use it to gather information.
It was precisely because of this that the low-level trainees would swarm over to participate in the project. On the other hand, the high-level trainees organized themselves to draw maps and gather information in preparation for the Halloween event that would take place twenty days later.
Half a minute later, Magician silently walked to the entrance of the merry-go-round.
The merry-go-round was right next to the castle. It had a total of three levels. From afar, it looked like a dreamy cake decorated with buttercream bows. Each level glowed with a warm color.
The bullet screens were stunned as they watched the white-haired Magician pick a white merry-go-round. He sat on the merry-go-round and started to spin along with the music. The smiley balloons bounced up and down beside him. It did not match his silent expression at all.
[… I don't know why, but after seeing this scene, I, who usually has a glib tongue, have lost my ability to speak.]
[What a coincidence, me too.]
[Ah, who would have thought that the white-haired beauty would like to ride a merry-go-round? But hey hey hey hey, the contrast is cute!]
[Such a big three-level merry-go-round … Magician is the only one on it. Doesn't he feel that there's something wrong?]
Soon, the bullet screens were filled with mixed feelings.
Because they saw another person on the empty merry-go-round.
The other person was sitting in a carriage below the merry-go-round. He did not get on the horse.
The man was wearing a white robe with golden embroidery. He was as pure and clean as the Raphael fresco on the wall of the fifteenth century Vatican. He was holy beyond compare. The colorful lights on the ceiling of the merry-go-round shone on the man's blonde hair. It added a layer of holiness to his smiling face.
Zong Jiu sensed that someone was looking at him. He casually glanced over, his gaze sharp.
Messiah greeted him in a friendly manner. "Magician, what a coincidence. You're on the merry-go-round too?"
Coincidence my ass. She was definitely doing it on purpose!
Zong Jiu knew that Messiah had been controlled by the devil for a long time. This timeline might have happened before Messiah entered the infinite loop. She might be the first puppet that No.1 had deeply controlled.
After a moment, his gaze returned to normal.
The white-haired youth nodded coldly. "So it's the Holy Son. What a coincidence."
Of all the puppets that No.1 controlled, Messiah was definitely the most difficult one to deal with.
He was a precious healer and had his own power. Not only did he have a good reputation, but he also had a lot of people supporting him. Many people were not related to him, but they were indebted to him. If something really happened, they would be willing to help.
The blond Holy Son did not mind his coldness at all. His attitude was as usual. "Since the first quest, little brother, you've really been on a meteoric rise. Your future is limitless."
Here it comes, here it comes. He's calling me 'little brother' again.
Zong Jiu felt his teeth ache. "You flatter me. I don't deserve it."
Now that there were so many people around, Zong Jiu was going to pretend to cooperate and stab him in the back. Moreover, No.1 did not take the initiative to reveal his identity in front of him. Therefore, Zong Jiu pretended not to know anything. After saying goodbye, he waited for the merry-go-round to stop and found an excuse to leave.
Fortunately, Messiah did not insist on following. Instead, he maintained a smile and watched the white-haired Magician leave his sight. Then, he slowly got off the merry-go-round and walked to the side of a tree.
On the side of the road, the artist's doll was still tinkering with the inspiration from the Flash of Light.
His body was covered by a large costume, but it did not affect his painting speed.
He grabbed a slender brush and scribbled a few times on the drawing board.
There were all kinds of ghosts and monsters that were released into the colorful amusement park by the main system. Of course, there were also ghosts of all kinds of professions. For example, this artist who did not care about the outside world and only wanted to paint.
The artist was a small boss in a Grade F dungeon. He was not even a ghost. He was just an existence for newbies to test their courage. He was peaceful and did not kill the innocent. As long as you could see what he was painting, you would be able to pass safely. He would not make things difficult for the trainees. Occasionally, when he met a trainee who was to his liking, the artist would even give them his old brushes and other special items. He had a very good temper.
Therefore, when the main system pulled him to a new scene, the artist skillfully looked around the surroundings. He leisurely opened his drawing box and found a seat to sit down and start painting.
Unexpectedly, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the scene just now.
The artist was good at landscape paintings and rarely painted portraits.
However, since he had become a ghost and enjoyed endless life, he naturally wanted to learn as much as he could.
The scene of the extraordinary white-haired young man standing under the tree and looking up at the starry sky gave the artist infinite inspiration. Without stopping, he unfolded the canvas and started to paint.
He painted very quickly, and he was a great artist. With just a few light strokes, he outlined a rough image. Then, he dipped some paint into it, and the scene and atmosphere were set off.
The more the artist painted, the more excited he became.
He had a premonition that this painting would become one of the few portraits he was most satisfied with. It might even become a masterpiece that would be handed down from generation to generation! How could he not be happy?
Thus, he began to write even faster.
It was said that when a person was focused, they would forget everything else. It was the same for ghosts.
After the artist carefully sketched a pair of long and narrow eyes for the person in the painting, he mixed red and white into the painting plate and dyed the pupils with a touch of pink. Only then did he exhale a long breath and slowly stop the brush.
The most vivid and important part of a portrait was the eyes. The eyes were the window to the human soul.
Thankfully, this pair of eyes did not make a mistake. In fact, it was even better. The white-haired young man really jumped onto the paper.
The artist put down the brush and was about to pick up this masterpiece when a gentle voice suddenly came from beside him.
"Finished painting?"
The blond Holy Son stood beside the easel. The center of his blue eyes had long been dyed a cold dark gold. He stared unblinkingly at the painting placed in front of the artist.
The painting was very beautiful.
The background was stars and the night sky. Under the night sky, there was a gorgeous and warm golden red light.
Under the light, the white-haired young man pursed his lips and looked up at the starry sky. A smiley face balloon floated beside him.
The artist used a very imaginative method. He used different forms of white to pile the oil paint around the young man. It made his eyebrows look picturesque, but there was also a hint of indifference. The high and mighty indifference of the young man was expressed very vividly.
However, Messiah looked at the painting with an unfathomable expression.
"How is it?"
The artist thought that he was going to praise this great work of art. He proudly stepped aside to make it easier for the other party to look.
"Far from it."
The blond Holy Son chuckled. He suddenly picked up a paintbrush from the bucket, dipped it in paint, and painted it.
Messiah's movements were so fast that the artist did not even have time to react. The person in the painting was dyed with a deep black color.
The artist was about to fly into a rage and hit the paintbrush. However, he was horrified to find that not only was the other party's brush strokes, but also the technique of drawing lines. It clearly showed that the other party's artistic attainment was not below his, or even better.
As he looked, the artist was also attracted. He forgot what he was supposed to do and focused on watching Messiah paint.
A moment later, the painting changed into a different appearance in just a few minutes.
The white color around the young man disappeared completely, turning into a deep and sticky black color.
The black made threatening gestures and surrounded the young man. It was deep in the devil's palm, as if it was dragging a treasure down.
The use of black was also very wonderful. It was wonderful in the sense of contrast and contrast. It changed the style of the painting and gave it a different artistic conception.
The blond Holy Son held his chin and admired it for a long time. Only then did he nod in satisfaction.
"How beautiful. This is what he should look like."