He was startled suddenly, because something seemed to be moving on that dark surface. After watching for a long time, the inexplicable panic made Jenkins want to turn around and flee. He suppressed the instinctive impulse of his body, and then realized that it was not a light-absorbing barrier at all, but a huge eye that blocked the entire passage.

　　 The eyes that almost merged with the black eyes finally looked at Jenkins and Miss Spectacles, the latter groaned as if he was spitting blood on the ground.

　　 Eyes finally left the passage, exposing the huge abyss behind the passage. The passage only lasts until here, and there is no way to go forward, which is a huge abyss. In doing so, Jenkins even saw the other side of the distant abyss, crawling on the obsidian rock wall, a giant spider half the size of a hill.

　　 Just now, it moved to the entrance of the passage, prying into the passage with only one eye.

　　 This giant spider seems to be a monster that has traveled through ancient legends, and the breath of the dark abyss is perfectly integrated with it. This is the top predator, silent, a powerful creature at the top of the food chain.

　　 Just looking at it, the instinct of the organism is controlling the shaking of the body, and even the fear of facing the abyss cannot be compared with the fear of this spider.

　　咻~

　　 Another group of white spider silk spurted out of the spider's mouth, and the staggering volume of sticky spider silk almost covered the entire hole.

　　 Before Jenkins could start, the glasses lady next to her raised her right hand. In the abyss outside the cave, a huge, complex and magnificent magic seal was formed out of thin air, several meteorites burning flames flew out of the seal, carrying huge kinetic energy and directly hit the spider.

　　 "Huh? This trick seems familiar?" (Note)

In the explosion that shook the ground, the darkness of the cave turned into colorful patches and disappeared before my eyes. The studio reappeared, and the red night sky and yellow moon were still outside the window.

　　 It's extremely quiet here, everything seems to have not changed. It's just that the sound of Mr. Stone's body falling to the ground was exceptionally harsh. While Miss Glasses was helping him, Jenkins saw what he had left on the canvas.

　　 That was exactly what everyone had just heard. On the side of the bottomless abyss, a giant spider was lying on the dark rock wall. The eight pairs of compound eyes seemed to glow in the satin black tones, and they seemed to be staring at the people outside the painting to prey.

　　 "The selection of the painting objects is very good, but unfortunately the painting skills are too poor, and it is barely qualified."

　　 The painter with his back to the crowd sighed. He never turned his head, but he knew what was on the canvas.

　　 Jenkins ignored him, and together with Miss Glasses, dragged the unconscious Mr. Stone to the French window. By the light of the unknown moon outside, the two did not find obvious traces of trauma on the middle-aged man.

　　 He should have suffered a severe mental injury to show such symptoms. This is very common for the gifters, but it is absolutely detrimental to the three at this moment.

　　 "Although I completed the first painting and knew that the non-painter would face the painter's memory, we still don't know what the painter would face."

　　 Jenkins said embarrassingly, in fact, he doesn't need to worry, after all, Miss Glasses will paint as the second painter. The woman understood what Jenkins meant, and after confirming that she could not wake up her companion, she calmly said to Jenkins:

"I will make a second attempt next. When I think about it, we will be separated. I hope you can take care of my friend while ensuring your safety... After leaving the treacherous world, I will thank you your."

　　 "If it is convenient, I will... Are you a believer in [The God of Mystery and Ritual]?"

　　 He asked suddenly, because he recognized the ability to summon meteorites just now, Miss Magic had also used it. Miss Glasses did not answer, she turned around and found the blank canvas close to the spider's oil painting. After taking a deep breath, she stretched out her finger towards the canvas.

The color of 　　 oil paint filled the space of the studio, and it quickly evolved into a small quiet room. In the center of the quiet room is a huge round table. Around the round table, six coffins stand on the wall, and the round table in the room depicts a complicated sealing ceremony.

　　 Even if Jenkins doesn't understand this ritual at all, he can tell from the complicated lines that the sealed things must be terrible.

　　PS: When I went to the Black Forest with my party friends to rescue Mr. Hood who was kidnapped by Duke Antak, the "human trafficker", Miss Magic used a similar ability against Scru Pompeii.

Chapter 1185 The first thousand one hundred and sixty-five chapters of the painting of memory

　　 "The coffin is not the point, the point is the seal."

　　 While Jenkins was thinking, Miss Glasses’s voice came from nowhere, but it was definitely not in the room. Jenkins glanced at Mr. Stone who was lying next to his feet, then reached out and opened the coffin beside him.

　　 "Ah~~~~"

　　 As the flame covered the yellow linen corpse in the coffin, shrill screams appeared one after another from all the coffins.

　　 Amid the sound of one after another, the remaining five coffins were all opened. As the silver-white sword light swept across the air, the corpses that had just walked out of the coffin were all neatly transformed into corpses with broken hands and feet.

　　 Sticky black blood flowed out of the corpse, and gathered under the round table at an extremely fast speed. The traces of the flowing black blood drew dense lines on the floor of the room. The seal resonated with these lines. The round table shook, and then the long sigh almost flooded the room.

　　 is like waking up from a long deep sleep, and it is like finally returning to my home after busy fatigue.

　　 With that sigh, all the objects in the room, except Jenkins and the cat, quickly turn into black and white with the round table as the center. The whole world seemed to freeze, but it was just as if it were nothing more.

　　 Jenkins held the sword and pulled the limp Mr. Stone and moved towards the wall, and then discovered that it was not the object that was fading, but the round table was absorbing the color of the outside world.

　　 It gathers more and more colors, and the seal on the desktop is also broken a little bit in the process. Those chaotic colors condense the shape of a head, and just the disorderly arrangement of colors creates a great sense of discomfort.

　　 Jenkins swung a sword into the air again, but it was absorbed by the color barrier around the round table.

　　 He stretched his hand into his arms, with a bang, his thumb pried open the cork containing the bone meal, and then raised his hand, the bone meal was immediately swayed into the air.

　　The white dust spilt temporarily obscured the sight of both sides, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Jenkins rushed to the round table and slashed his sword towards the head on the table.

　　锵~ With a sour, crisp sound, the head was stabbed by Jenkins without dodge.

　　 But when Jenkins swung the sword for the second time, it made a clear dodge action.

　　 It's too late, the bone meal in the air gathered into a skeleton at some point, and hugged it behind the head. Taking advantage of this moment, the sword in Jenkins's hands directly split the round table and head in half in the burst of white light.

　　 The loud rumbling noise appeared again when the sword light fell, the smoke disappeared and the group returned to the silent studio again. Miss Glasses fell in front of her painting, the coffin lid in the painting was all opened, half of the painting turned black and white, and the hideous heads on the round table were faintly visible.

　　 "This painting is a bit interesting. Although the technique is in place, it still lacks some aura."

　　 The young painter sighed and gave an evaluation. Jenkins ignored Mr. Stone's situation and ignored the young painter's voice, and quickly dragged Miss Glasses to the window. She also fainted, but after being called by Jenkins a few times, she woke up.

　　 looked around in confusion, did not say "who are you" and other headaches, but quickly understood the current situation.

　　 "The painter himself does not have to face the monsters he remembers, but he has to face..."

With a sound of 　　嘭~, the painter threw his paintbrush on the ground. He must have done this deliberately, because the brush was directly broken into two sections, and accidentally dropped it would not have such an effect.

　　 He ignored Jenkins and others, but calmly took out another pen from one side of the paper box to continue painting. Miss Spectacles covered her mouth and couldn't help shaking her head at Jenkins.

　　 She was frightened and did not dare to provide more information to Jenkins.

"That's enough, you did a good job. Next is my turn, but I want to warn you in advance that I have faced so many... miraculous creatures, so in a moment your main task It is to ensure your own safety, wait for me to solve the thing that you can't say, and then everyone leaves the oil painting together, do you understand?"

　　 Jenkins is the highest level among all the people present, and he has always shown full confidence and decisiveness. Miss Glasses did not doubt what he said, but still couldn't help looking at Mr. Stone with concern.

　　 To be honest, some of the enemies in the past are even reluctant to face Jenkins himself. When he walked to the blank canvas, he was not worried about his own affairs, but secretly prayed for his companions in his heart, hoping that they would not lose their lives because of this.

　　 Just like the two of them, they stretched out their fingers and pointed on the canvas. There seemed to be an icy airflow in the body through the fingers to penetrate the canvas, and then the image of the angel with its wings stretched out.

　　 "This should be considered a sign of luck, at least it's just an angel."

　　 He thought to himself, but found that he had not left the studio. Turning around and looking at the window, Miss Glasses and Mr. Stone are gone, and the painter just put down his paintbrush at this time.

　　 "In other words, what I have to face is actually you? It is not the memory that the painter faces."

　　 Jenkins questioned.

"Yes, but rest assured, I will not hurt you, I just want to take away some of your memories. Even so, you can still leave this treacherous realm smoothly. After all, my purpose is to collect some mortal fears. Is the deception..."

　　 "Whether it allows you to enter the material world is not really interested."

　　 Jenkins caught him.

　　 "Oh, it seems that you know this well, so I will look forward to your memory even more."

　　 "That's really sorry, I never share my memories with anyone."

　　 "This is not for you."

　　 The painter said lightly, and continued to paint with his back to Jenkins. The canvas on the drawing board in front of him was replaced with a brand-new white. When the paintbrush fell on it, the familiar studio was outlined on it.

　　 The color is filled quickly, and Jenkins and the painter are in the painting. It's just that in addition to these existing ones, some blood vessel-like protrusions have been added to the walls.

　　 Jenkins looked at the surrounding walls, and sure enough, something exactly like the painting was taking shape.

"I don't want to fight with you, it will destroy my studio. It's better not to resist, I just take out your memory, just like the men and women just now, this is not painful for you. And what I took away, but your most feared memory, this is even a good thing for you."

Chapter 1186 Chapter One 166 The Cat in the Painting

　　 "I said, I never share my memories with others."

　　 Jenkins shook his head and said, keeping his eyes fixed on the painter's painting.

　　 "Then you are too sad."

　　 The painter has only a few strokes, and the blood-red human figure that is blocked by blood vessels on the wall, or that its own blood vessels are clinging to the wall, is completely formed. It opened its all white eyes and made a harsh howling in its mouth, and then was blown to pieces by the strange sound of the black figure flying from behind Jenkins.

　　The wall coverings were scattered all around, and the easels and canvases on the side of the wall were unfortunately implicated. Even the easels that were a little further away fell to the ground in rows due to the blast caused by the explosion.

　　 "Look, if you trap me, it will only have an adverse effect on your studio. It's better to let us go, it's good for everyone."

　　 The painter ignored Jenkins' words, and the paintbrush quickly smeared on the canvas. The light in the studio suddenly dimmed, and a whisper came from behind Jenkins.

　　 He turned and looked at the huge French window behind him. In the red world, the shining yellow moon disappeared. A faint black shadow appeared in the sky, and with the harsh roar, small black spots appeared at the original position of the moon, and then the huge black cat that became clearer and clearer leaped towards the ground window.

　　 It is not accurate to say that it is a black cat. More accurately, it is just a giant monster that looks like a black cat. It is impossible for a cat to have such an ugly and weird appearance, it is simply the appearance that was born to oppose human aesthetics.

　　 The painter made a few simple strokes again, and a clear sound of high heels came from the closed door. The sound stopped outside the door, and when the door slammed, Jenkins's heart suddenly hurt, and the world in front of him unexpectedly appeared irregular and strange gray phantoms.

　　 On the canvas, the position of the ceiling has also been added enemies. Jenkins endured the discomfort and raised his head, seeing a squirming blood-red liquid creature trembling. With the sound of cicadas, his knuckles hardened, and his body began to slowly mutate away from the racial characteristics.

　　 "Look, I just drew something that I was afraid of, and didn't even make it myself. You are what you are now. Mortals always don't know what is good or bad, and surrender at the beginning. All of us can avoid this unpleasant time."

The painter stood up and turned around. Jenkins raised his head subconsciously while holding his head while groaning, trying to see whether his front was the imaginary appearancelessness, the weird organ splicing, or the back of his head. .

　　 But he didn't have the opportunity to observe, because the canvas in front of the painter heard a clear tearing sound. The painter was stunned and did not continue to turn around, and then together with Jenkins saw that in the painting, the position of the black cat in the sky was poked out a small hole.

　　 The small hole on the canvas is like a steam bomb about to explode, with the edges shaking quickly and irregularly. Then with this small hole as the center, the black shadow erupted like a swaying flame, the canvas was torn to pieces by invisible forces, and even those pieces were sprinkled into the air as if they were vented.

　　 "Oh~ my master~"

　　 The painter screamed yin, stretched out his hand and waved into the air, trying to grab the fragments of his own work.

　　 And as the fragments of the canvas were scattered, the dull sound peculiar to the human body falling to the ground also appeared by the window. Jenkins turned his head and saw a lady with feathered eyes and a Mr. Stone who almost stopped breathing.

　　 He hurriedly came to the two of them, hesitated for a moment, and chose to treat Mr. Stone, who was only one step away from death. The effect of the treatment was immediate, his breathing quickly became stable and his complexion no longer so terrible.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Cat poked his head between the buttons on Jenkins' chest and looked rather unkindly at the painter who was frantically capturing the fragments of the canvas in front of the blank drawing board. Just now, it was the cat's hand, because the cat felt that he was offended. It didn't mind being drawn by someone, but the cat thought he was not that ugly.

　　 Jenkins was startled by the cat's soft voice, and only now did he realize that his cat had come in again. He stretched out his fingers and pressed the cat's head back into his clothes, and then saw a white light door standing quietly among the scattered drawing boards.

　　 With one hand, Mr. Stone, and the other, with the other, Miss Glasses, Jenkins cautiously rubbed against the door. Seeing that the young painter was still trying to piece together the canvas fragments, he jumped and pulled his companions into the exit.

"How did that happen?"

　　 The quiet studio is also reflected in red by the red world outside the window. The painter muttered to himself. In the face made of canvas, a little bit of ink oozes out, that is his blood.

　　 "Who am I offending? Why do you want to destroy my work?"

　　 He still didn't understand what he had done wrong, and finally as his injuries got heavier, he fell forward to the blank canvas in front of him. The moment the person touched the cloth, the painter immediately scattered all kinds of liquid paints, all splashed on the canvas.

　　 Because of this, there is an extra picture on the canvas. In the painting, the young painter stood in a quiet studio, quietly thinking about the question he was destined to get no answer to.

　　 The easel on which the oil painting composed of memories of Jenkins is located is one of the rare easels in the empty studio that did not fall due to the explosion of the twin demons. The tranquil yellow moon reappearing outside the window shines the light of the moonlight on it, making the hideous angels entangled in the black mist in the painting become more vivid.

　　 The nameless wind swept into the studio, and the painting flew with the wind, disappearing into the white light door.

　　 The white ice rabbit in the silent snowfield looked at the snow lonely, his big drooping ears suddenly moved, and then quickly fled to the distance. The three people appeared out of thin air where the rabbits had fled. After Jenkins touched the ground, he ignored the situation of his companions, put one hand on the cold snow, knelt there and vomited.

　　 He really doesn't adapt to the shift in space, and the move from Nolan to here not long ago has already put him on the verge of vomiting.

　　 The cat in the clothes heard a strange sound, and then poked his head out again and looked out curiously. First, the small ears appeared, and then the cat's head came out all over.

　　 But it immediately showed a disgusting expression again, the cat was disgusted, and quickly retracted.

　　 I felt much better when I vomited it out. When Jenkins wiped his mouth, he wondered whether the weakness at this time was related to the large amount of exercise last night. He thought of Hathaway again, thought of his long red hair, and hoped in his heart that the girls would not be sad because of his departure.

　　 Pulling Mr. Stone and Miss Glasses to a place farther away from the vomit, Jenkins began to try to wake them up. He needs two people to show the way, at least to figure out where it is.

Chapter 1187 Chapter One 167 Liaison

　　 Judging from the current icy and snowy environment, if this is not a remote snow mountain, then there is a high probability that it will be the Kingdom of Hampawo in the north of the mainland. But Jenkins doesn't want to fly on a unicorn in this temperature, so he can only rely on others to show the way. Once he gets close to the city, he has a high probability of finding the Church of the Sage. When the time comes, pass your own news to Nolan, so that people over there can rest assured.

　　 And Jenkins still has important things in Nolan, not to mention Hathaway's reaction to his sudden disappearance, just Miss Stewell and the doomsday slab that may be hidden in the home, require Jenkins to go back as soon as possible.

　　Leaving the treacherous realm, there is no restriction that an ability can only be used once. Relying on the excellent healing ability of [Life Origin], Jenkins successfully pulled Mr. Stone from the edge of death.

　　 As for Miss Spectacles whose face and neck are covered with Toba, Jenkins has nothing to do. I can only treat her briefly first, and then use my own flame to carefully burn off those unnecessary "decorations" for her.

　　 Fortunately, after the feathers were burned, they did not leave too obvious marks on the skin. This is a great fortune for a female gifter.

　　 Mr. Shishi was still unconscious, but Miss Glasses woke up smoothly. Seeing the surrounding snow scene, I understood where it was.

After 　　 thanked Jenkins in a low voice, he answered his most important question:

"This is the hot spring town of the Kingdom of Hampawo. I don't know if you have heard of it. Although this is only a town, it is the most important transportation hub and travel node in the northern part of the kingdom. No matter where you want to go, go to the hot spring town first. They are all necessary. The train lines there cover almost all the routes in the northern part of the kingdom."