Chapter 587

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Chapter 587: Slow Down!

Confused? Very confused.

Angry? Very angry.

Blame? Blame, yes.

Luo Sheng didn’t understand, he really wanted to take a break for himself.

It was like playing a battle game, his game character entered the game screen, and was about to enter the bonus level. At this moment, suddenly a passerby walked by and punched his game screen.

The fist went through the screen and directly punched the game character heavily, knocking it down.

This was already outrageous.

The problem was, he was still facing away from him, so how did he peek at the screen?

Can he see the world inside the painting?

Suddenly, Luo Sheng had a very bad feeling.

The last time he had this feeling was when he met that very easy-going young man who invited him to drink bottled tea…

He thought he had weakened the other person’s guard, but in reality, it was his own guard that was weakened. He drank the tea and then fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was already handcuffed with silver bracelets and a few days later, he ended up in jail operating a sewing machine.

Luo Sheng had a strong impression of the sleepy tea from that martial arts expert, and he vividly remembers his final mysterious smile.

As he saw that smile, he instinctively raised his guard.

"Wait! Wait!" Luo Sheng shouted loudly.

He shouted "wait" not to the young man on the other side of the zebra crossing, but to the demon girl, trying to stop her from her next crazy counterattack.

However, he underestimated the demon lady’s fierceness and obedience. Once she became violent, she wouldn’t even listen to him.

The demon lady roared in rage, her red blood-stained clothes swelled up like a butterfly spreading its wings, and dozens of blood-red spikes emerged from her clothes.

She directly stabbed towards the person outside the painting and then… missed.

The demon lady was stunned, but continued her frenzied attacks, constantly missing, missing, and missing.

In the game, you can’t hit players in the real world. Even if the game is intense, it can’t harm the game player… This specifically criticizes the Dark Duel.

The demon lady couldn’t poke the person outside the painting, which made her extremely angry. Her gaze locked onto the only hand within the painting and she stabbed fiercely.

Her scalp suddenly went numb.

That hand suddenly exerted force, pulling her hair and lifting her up with great strength. She was smashed onto the ground, hit left and right repeatedly. Luo Sheng saw her artwork getting distorted and deformed, as if bitten by a mosquito, causing several large bumps to appear on the picture.

The demon lady turned into a big swinging hammer, smashing the floor and doing some "renovations."

A hand entered the painting and caused chaos. The demonly figure flew out and crashed into the wall, creating a hole.

The mosquitoes in the scroll were also affected. The paint burst open, and red liquid flowed out like a punctured water balloon.

The hand didn’t let go on purpose, but pulled too hard and tore a tuft of the demon’s hair.

Seeing the demon in such a state, Luo Sheng acted without thinking. He lifted the easel and rolled up the paper… whoosh!

He messed up again.

One might say he was lucky to escape successfully, but unlucky to encounter top-notch masters two times in a row.

Perhaps, this is fate.

Without hesitation, Luo Sheng ran away. He had grand aspirations, but reality hit hard. Besides drawing, he didn’t have any other skills. He wasn’t physically fit and lacked knowledge. Even if he ran, he couldn’t use any special abilities like teleportation. Instead, he relied on his two legs.

Though they both had two legs, the difference between individuals was considerable. Everyone knew that Qiqi and Lingren were much faster runners thanks to their long legs. Luo Sheng’s legs were not long enough, his strength not great enough, and his speed not fast enough. Faced with danger and the pursuit of wealth, he made an unprecedented bold decision. He looked towards another road at a ninety-degree angle, where many powerful figures were flowing like a river.

Yes, he decided to cross the road!

In this situation, he had no choice but to do this to protect himself. He used the flow of traffic to ensure his safety. Then, he seized the opportunity to hide behind a car and quickly escape. This was the only way to do it.

The only escape technique that ordinary people can think of is the one they see in movies or comics.

Their imagination was a little lacking.

Can you believe that he thought someone who could punch through the second dimension couldn’t catch up to a truck that wasn’t even on the highway?

Just when Luo Sheng had just crossed the road and managed to grab onto the edge of the heavy truck, thinking he could escape smoothly.

His drawing board moved a little.

"Hmm?" Luo Sheng looked down and saw something about to emerge from his drawing board.

The red paint and picture became a blur, converging towards the center and forming a red vortex. The vortex kept expanding outwards.

Then, with a screech, the image cracked open.

A fist punched through the painting, extending from within, and gave him a heavy punch on the side of the face.

The uppercut hit his face, breaking his nose, causing blood to flow. The impact was so strong that it almost pierced through his bones, reaching the soft facial muscles. His skull trembled, and his brainstem and brain pulp felt like jelly vibrating at high frequency in a packaging box. His tear glands were triggered and tears sprayed from the corners of his eyes, falling onto the paint and canvas. His body was thrown into the air, soaring five meters high, and after a graceful parabolic arc…

He returned to the starting point.

Luo Sheng lay on the ground, looking up at the sky, his gaze unfocused. After being punched so hard that his soul almost left his body, his thoughts instead broke free from the pull of gravity, becoming free and clear. He then deeply immersed himself in contemplation, pondering where this iron fist had come from.

Could it be that this punch came from reality and crossed into the painting, then came out from the painting?

Luo Sheng turned his head and looked at the painting board in his hand.

The painting board was intact, but the street scene painted on it was like a punctured balloon, with paint continuously seeping out, leaving behind red blood-like stains.

The demonly woman was also able to break free from the painting, floating back to Luo Sheng’s side, lingering uncertainly at the edge. She had a bald spot on her head, a trace left from having her hair plucked.

At that moment, the lights changed, red light stopped, green light go.

The young man who stopped behind the zebra crossing took a law-abiding step, walking slowly as if he had no idea what was happening.

If it weren’t for the red dye on the palm of his half hand and the broken black hairs he held, Luo Sheng might not have believed that this young man had punched the world in the painting.

When did the wall breaker become so widespread?

He was too young.

It was too scary.

Luo Sheng stood up, supporting his knees, and brushed off the dust on his knees. He looked at the approaching youth, hesitated to speak, and wondered what he should say.

After thinking for a long time, he spoke up, saying, "She won’t run a red light next time."

The demonly woman paused for a moment, tilting her head to a hundred and twenty degrees, and slowly wrote, ‘There’s something wrong with you.’

Is this about whether to run a red light or not?

The other person was just teasing you, but you are still deceiving yourself here.

Even her remaining spirituality and consciousness can distinguish between true and false.

Luo Sheng could naturally sense the emotional fluctuations expressed by the demon woman at this time, he could only force a bitter smile.

What can I do? I’m also very desperate.

This person directly crossed the dimensional wall and punched me. My escape route has been exposed, how can I escape now?

Lower your head and admit guilt, maybe there will still be a chance to step on the sewing machine. If you resist to the end, you might end up being cremated on the spot.

"Hmm, that’s good," Bai Wei also laughed, didn’t expect this person to be quite humorous.

Looking at the person’s head, three light beams completely stripped off his pants.

[First-class offender] [Mysterious artist] [Reward: 500,000]

It’s 500,000.

But there is no exclamation mark, and there is no further triggering event, it seems that the prerequisite is not enough.

Bai Wei is not in a hurry to immediately claim the reward, "I have a question for you."

"You speak." Luo Sheng displayed a cute childlike expression.

"Magic practitioner?"

"I dare not, I am just a smelly painter…"

"It smells really bad, why did you come here?"

"I was asked to come and draw a portrait for someone."

"Did this picture cause such a commotion? Are they plotting a terrorist attack? Missing those prison meals?"

"Ahem, it’s a memorial portrait."

"Who is it for?"

"It seems to be… Bai Wei," said clever little Luo Sheng.

"Ah, I see now."

"Do you know him?"

"I know him very well," Bai Wei clapped his hands, with a smile as warm as a spring breeze in February. "I am he."

Luo Sheng, "…"

Luo Sheng: vulgar language