Beating Instances through Words Left by the Dead

Chapter 547 - 267: Don’t Stir Up Trouble in Wanghai City (3)

The fierce wind from the warhammer tore apart everything on You Feipeng’s body, leaving him with only a pair of red underpants.

This knowledge point was something Erin learned; it’s the year of birth.

The warhammer stopped one centimeter from You Feipeng’s chest, and Erin, holding the warhammer in her hand, hesitated to take action.

As a former saintess, she had loved every life on earth equally for a long time; taking life was very unfamiliar to her, let alone taking a person’s life.

To her, the man before her was a complete stranger. She had never seen him, didn’t know him, nor knew what he had done.

She had no way, nor authority, to judge him. Should she kill him because he said he would take over the Earthly Divine Kingdom and proactively attacked her?

Erin knew that from Wu Chang’s perspective, she should probably do so, but she hesitated.

In human culture, those who are merciful to enemies are called ’Mother Mary.’ Although she was not, she was a true saintess.

As Erin hesitated, You Feipeng knelt a loud thud on the ground and bumped his head heavily, almost shattering the protective barrier on the floor.

"I have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai; I deserve death, but I am still useful. I am willing to serve the God as a cow or horse and beg you not to kill me."

Looking at the humble You Feipeng in front of her, Erin couldn’t bear to take action, wanting instead to control him first and hand him over to Wu Chang for punishment.

Just as she hesitated, she suddenly felt a divine wave in You Feipeng’s body, and she swung the warhammer to smash, but it was too late.

A lotus petal emerged from You Feipeng’s body, blocking Erin’s hurried strike. The petal was shattered, but the warhammer in Erin’s hand was bounced out as well.

The shattered petals enveloped You Feipeng and took him away from the hall before Erin could use the Light Prison Cage to control him.

Looking at the empty floor, Erin showed a look of regret for making a mistake.

The lotus petals took You Feipeng away, distancing him from the hall of Wanghai First High School and severing Erin’s lock on him.

You Feipeng was taken to an alley where outside the bustling city lights could be heard along with the sound of people coming and going.

Right now, he only had red underpants on; going out like this would make people take him for a pervert. He took out a set of spare clothes from his personal space and changed, and upon leaving the alley, saw a sign not far away.

"Peace District Commercial Street."

Not far from the sign, he saw a gallery that emitted a special feeling, very inviting, as if waiting for him to obtain something.

"Misfortune brings blessings."

The water of Wanghai City was deeper than he thought; it hid true gods and even any shop run by mere mortals had things that could attract him.

He found a treasure!

He walked into the gallery, and the interior setup differed from the outside. Within was a hallway over a hundred meters long, with various portraits hanging on one side, and at the end stood an easel with someone drawing something.

No, the gallery’s street-facing side was clearly transparent glass before he entered, but now it’s an enclosed indoor space.

He quickly turned around, only to find the entrance door gone.

You Feipeng laughed, a laughter of rage.

Indeed, a tiger down from the mountain is bullied by dogs; any petty creatures dare to plot against him here. It seems they can’t distinguish identities without a heavy fist.

He stepped forward towards the hallway end; even without Five Days Across the Sky, without protective gear, squashing Desolate Realm players was even easier than crushing supermarket instant noodles.

Initially, he wanted to walk straight to the hallway end, but after only taking two steps, his gaze was drawn to the paintings hanging aside.

The paintings were extremely impactful; each was centered around a person, featuring strong styles and emotions overflowing the paper. Just a glance and he’d involuntarily be drawn in.

From the first painting, his gaze couldn’t leave the wall; he became more involved the deeper he felt for the content, finding each completed appreciation made him feel lighter.

It felt as if the filth on him was gradually replaced by art.

He began discarding worries, abandoning searches for power increases, even his yearning for the Bright Society.

He wished to let go of everything and remain permanently in this gallery, immersed in the ocean of art.

Just as You Feipeng fully appreciated art’s beauty, his journey of appreciation abruptly ended. Although he only traversed a third of the hallway, the paintings suddenly came to an end with the artist already beside him.

"Where’s my painting?"

Lu Langfeng shifted his focus from the painting onto You Feipeng, saying: "You can no longer see any more paintings."

"What do you mean?" You Feipeng wanted to get angry but found himself unable to summon any fury, as if he no longer had anything to be angry about.

Turning back to look at the path, he suddenly discovered in front of each painting where he paused, something was left behind.

His coat, trousers, red underpants, skin, flesh, internal organs, emotions littered all over the ground.

Lu Langfeng kindly took out a mirror and handed it to You Feipeng, who looked inside to find himself devoid of human form, his body replaced by lines and enormous color blocks.

No wonder he felt increasingly light on his feet, increasingly able to delve into the artworks.

For at this moment, he’d become a work of art.

"Give it back to me!"

You Feipeng was desperate. Staggering, he rushed towards Lu Langfeng. Lu Langfeng shook his head, placed an easel before himself, and as You Feipeng crashed onto a fresh canvas, transformed him into his new work.

"Not bad," Lu Langfeng remarked, putting the painting into a frame and positioning it tenth from the end within the hallway artworks.

He softly spoke to the image in the painting:

"Young people are just imprudent; old-timers must clean up the mess."

"You shouldn’t reveal yourself too quickly; I’m still waiting for you to divert their attention ahead."

Setting the artwork neatly, Lu Langfeng returned to his previous spot and continued crafting his piece.

A student Wu Chang had seen came out from the shadows wielding a mop and garbage bin, collecting the fragmented traces left behind by You Feipeng on the floor.

After sketching a couple of strokes, he sensed something and looked towards the gallery entrance.

Wondering how far he would get if he entered.

Meanwhile, on Night Island, Wu Chang holding the key to the underwater iron gate, was carrying Fujita Hideyuki’s corpse back to the research station.

It was time to clear the quest.