She has hundreds of thousands of supernatural powers, but she always says she is weak.

Chapter 241 Oil Painting Hall

In an instant, a cold and strange air seemed to surge in the room, and the chill crawled up the spine like a snake.

Those eyes, originally just a combination of paint and lines, now seemed to have life, flashing a dark, creepy light.

Every pair of eyes revealed an unspeakable malice, as if they wanted to pull Zuo Xiuyan's soul out of his body and drag it into the endless abyss of the canvas.

The oil paintings trembled slightly, making a subtle and eerie "rustling" sound, as if the characters in the paintings were whispering.

Suddenly, the corners of one person's mouth turned up, and his face bulged outward. With a hiss, the canvas in the facial area was torn apart and flew out, rushing over with a sharp cry.

Zuo Xiuyan raised his gun and shot. With a "puff" sound, the bullet passed through the painted face and hit the wall.

Although there was a hole, the face's growth rate did not slow down at all. It had become the same size as a normal human face and had even become a bit thicker.

With a "snap", it stuck to the regulated protective shield, and the face kept getting closer, as if someone was sticking tightly to a transparent plastic bag, squeezing the face and deforming it, with the facial features distorted.

The color of his face became lighter and lighter due to the weakening of the skill, but at this time, one of his eyes kept getting bigger and bigger, as if it was trying to open wide, and looked at Zuo Xiuyan with a weird smile.

"Buzz..." Zuo Xiuyan's mind was disturbed and his skills were interrupted.

The barrier is broken!

His face was suddenly pressed against her hand, and then kept wrapping around it. A stinging pain came, as if hundreds of tiny needles were piercing his skin.

The color of the face was no longer the dull and pale color of the oil painting, but had turned into skin color, constantly agitating as if it was about to grow a three-dimensional structure.

Zuo Xiuyan immediately shrank the control into a ray and shot it over.

"Sizzle..." As if it was burned, a black hole immediately appeared on his face.

Zuo Xiuyan's hand trembled violently, as if his skin was burned by a red-hot iron!

The damage from the attack on the painted face was transferred to himself!

Emotional regulation can only work on mental energy, but one's body can feel it, as if the two have completely merged into one.

If this is the case with mental damage, what about physical damage?

Zuo Xiuyan grabbed the edge of the painted face and pulled it down, but it was like pulling a large piece of tape stuck to the skin, and it almost tore her skin off.

The facial features became more and more three-dimensional, as if someone was about to crawl out of her body, bulging her combat suit.

The pricking sensation continued to spread to my arms, and it felt like someone was pinching my flesh and pulling it hard.

"Ding ding..." the bracelet warning sounded.

Zuo Xiuyan felt dizzy, the scene in front of his eyes became blurry, double images overlapped, and his temples were throbbing.

With such close contact, all the contamination from the derivatives was infused in, and the impact was too great.

Then it can only be cleared away with pure spiritual power.

Zuo Xiuyan immediately calmed down and focused his attention on the derivative body.

In an instant, she saw the light blue outline of the spiritualized body, and below the place where the painted face touched, there were dense red tentacles.

Like ropes constantly drilling into it, entangled with one's own spiritual power.

Zuo Xiuyan concentrated his mental strength and carefully cut the red rope.

I felt like I was electrocuted and the red rope fell down and disappeared. Fortunately, no new rope grew where it was cut.

She continued to cut with all her strength, just like using scissors to trim the "spiritual roots" that had penetrated her skin. Various pains continued to come, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Two minutes passed and the last red rope fell.

The flesh face, which had become like a plaster, fell to the ground with a click, like a heavy mask.

Zuo Xiuyan immediately used his skills to attack, but this time the thing didn't react at all. He shot it in the face, sending it flying far away, swaying back and forth a few times before stopping.

It's like an ordinary decoration, no longer threatening.

The painting on the wall had no abnormalities except for the hole on the face of the character. The other paintings were also motionless.

Zuo Xiuyan looked at his hand. Apart from being a little red, there was nothing wrong with it.

She walked forward and picked up the derivative. It was hard like a stone. She turned it over and took a look. Except for the eyeballs, the face looked like it was cast from a real person, and the skin still had some remnants.

Zuo Xiuyan took it to the patterned gate in front and pressed it against the depression of the human face in the middle.

As it moved slightly left and right, this mask-like face could never fit perfectly, there were always differences.

"Not this face?"

Suddenly, the concave outline of the door changed, and the face no longer fit, and was suddenly clamped from the edges on both sides, with cracks appearing.

She quickly let go, and the mask turned into powder and fell down.

At this time, the wall looked a little lighter.

Is the space changing?

"Chi! Chi!" Two tearing sounds were heard again. Zuo Xiuyan turned around and two more faces from the painting on the wall flew towards him.

This time she did not use any skills, but waited for the opponent to get close to her and then used mental removal.

The two masks fell, and she immediately picked them up and tried them again one by one.

It also didn't fit, and turned into powder, and the wall became lighter.

No.

Zuo Xiuyan frowned slightly.

Not to mention the pollution problem, if this continues, this small space will collapse. If the people inside don't get out, they will shatter and disappear along with the space.

At this time, the wall had become so dim that it looked like a projection, and I could actually see several figures outside the wall.

Those were other awakened people, in a room with the same layout, pressing their masks against the door in the same way.

Zuo Xiuyan took a quick glance and vaguely saw the location of Sun Mu and the others. Their lives were not in danger for the time being.

With a clicking sound, the groove outline changed again.

Zuo Xiuyan observed carefully and wondered if he could find the corresponding standard in advance and simply pull the face of the painting over, would it be possible to open it?

But the face in the painting is a flat object, so how can we see the corresponding 3D from it?

"Chichi!" A series of tearing sounds rang out again, leaving her no time to study.

Four faces approached instantly, sticking directly to her limbs through her clothes. The pain was more intense than before, and she couldn't even lift her hands and feet.

This time, the tentacles took root and entangled faster and faster, and the face was constantly agitated and moved up along the body.

The difficulty of Zuo Xiuyan's cleaning immediately increased, and he had to follow their movements to change direction.

Just after thirty seconds, she felt a sharp pain in her neck.

Something squeezed out from the left side of her neck, growing larger and larger, filling her peripheral vision.

Zuo Xiuyan turned his head slightly, and a head suddenly appeared in his sight, so close that it almost touched his nose.