Banquet hall.
"Who are you, and how did you get here?"
The gothic skirt woman looked at Yu Wenxuan and asked softly.
"Is that how you treat your savior?" Yu Wenxuan looked down at her.
For so reason, Yu Wenxuan felt her face was sowhat familiar.
He had a good mory, but he searched every corner of his mind and could not find such a gothic skirt woman in his past life.
Moreover, this ti’s Fog Gathering had no idea which year’s ti fragnt it was from.
She avoided Yu Wenxuan’s gaze; if it weren’t for him, she would have indeed been smashed to pieces by now.
"My na is Lin Xiaohui."
She stated her na first, her voice low and indifferent.
Yu Wenxuan looked at her with interest, her behavior and attire were quite unique, but her na was rather simple.
"I..." She hesitated, looking at Yu Wenxuan, "You wouldn’t believe it, you’d think I’m a madman..."
"Is there anything crazier than having ghosts here?" Yu Wenxuan interrupted her.
Her eyes slowly widened, seemingly surprised that Yu Wenxuan would say such a thing.
And when Yu Wenxuan saw her dark eyes, a yellowed image flashed through his mind.
I have seen her...
Yu Wenxuan finally confird it.
But how could it be?
This woman was from the Fog Gathering ti fragnt, theoretically, she shouldn’t exist in the real world anymore.
Could it be... this strange familiarity with her is related to this ti’s escape route?
"There are indeed ghosts here," Lin Xiaohui, seeing that Yu Wenxuan had ntioned "ghost" before she did, finally sighed with relief, composed herself, and said, "It’s hard to believe, but I must tell you, you are not truly alive."
Yu Wenxuan was montarily stunned, it was rare for him to show an expression revealing his true thoughts, but this shock was indeed genuine.
"You all... are people in my painting."
After taking a deep breath, Lin Xiaohui revealed the truth she knew.
"Hmm." Yu Wenxuan nodded.
This ti, it was Lin Xiaohui’s turn to be stunned.
"You... you..." Her personality was reclusive and eccentric, she didn’t talk much and was also inscrutable, but she was surprised by Yu Wenxuan, "Don’t you find it strange?"
"Strange, so what?" Yu Wenxuan feigned wide-eyed incredulity, "What exactly happened?"
He was completely acting and did not intend to hide that he was acting.
However, his attitude sowhat eased Lin Xiaohui’s nervousness.
"One evening a month ago..." Lin Xiaohui fell into mories and recounted her story.
She was an artist, Lin Xiaohui loved the seaside at dusk, and had gone there at that ti more than once.
The twilight sky, the coastal line at the junction of light and darkness, were her favorite "materials."
That day was no different.
Lin Xiaohui brought her painting tools and went to the seaside at six in the evening.
Arriving at the familiar place, she set up her canvas and began seeking inspiration.
The coast felt livelier than ever that day.
She looked towards the direction of the dock, and in the dusk, everything was vague and indistinct.
Lin Xiaohui vaguely recognized the huge shadow at the seaside seed to be a cruise ship, people on the shore were boarding it.
A question arose in her mind.
Wasn’t this dock abandoned long ago?
When did it reopen and have such large passenger ships coming and going...
Despite the confusion in her mind, completely engrossed in the scene, Lin Xiaohui suddenly picked up her paintbrush.
On the blank canvas before her, she made her first stroke.
She was painting out the massive silhouette of a ship she saw on the sea.
Yes...
That huge shadow could only be a ship.
Otherwise, where were those people at the dock queuing to go?
If not, what could be such a massive presence in the sea?
Even though... the more she looked, the less it seed like a ship...
The sky grew darker, Lin Xiaohui’s thinking slowed, and all her energy was devoted to this painting.
The moon quietly appeared on the sea.
Lin Xiaohui could no longer see her canvas, nor what she was painting.
Indistinct murmurs appeared in her ears, she couldn’t make out what was being said.
Her arm was tired, yet she had no intention of stopping.
Lin Xiaohui’s eyes widened, she trembled as if soulless, zombie-like, painting what she saw.
She watched as a huge bright moon erged on the sea, illuminating the dark ocean with a deeper fearfulness.
And in that mont, the silhouette of a ship revealed its true form!
Lin Xiaohui couldn’t rember what the true appearance of that massive ship-like silhouette was, her sanity was destroyed, her body only unconsciously continued to paint...
Under the pale and silent moonlight, the surrounding air flowed in an abnormal manner.
Rustle—rustle—
It seed like the sea breeze, but it was more pungent than the sea breeze, a chaotic wind blowing Lin Xiaohui’s coat, the vegetation by the shore made the sa rustling sound as always, yet it sohow sounded different.
She... seed to be carried into another world by this moonlight.
Though she didn’t see anything frightful, an inexplicable fear quickly rose between the giant full moon and the black shadow on the sea, uncontrollably occupying her heart.
Her hand was painting at an incredible speed, while Lin Xiaohui herself felt more like an observer, a half-dreaming, half-awake observer.
In front of a strange, cold, eerie will, Lin Xiaohui was completely unable to control her body.
She rely watched... the massive ship-like shadow moving slowly and silently in the moonlight.
When she regained consciousness, it was completely dark.
Lin Xiaohui looked at her canvas in horror, there... a complete, bizarre, twisted painting had appeared!
What terrified her more was that in the next mont, she was entirely sucked into the painting.
The sea breeze blew through, leaving only a bare canvas, no person, no painting...
————
After quietly listening, Yu Wenxuan asked, "So, you’ve been here for a month now?"
Lin Xiaohui nodded.
From initial breakdown to later calmness, she had adjusted her mindset, and conducted many investigations.
But... she still hadn’t escaped the painting.
"The ship will sail into the deep sea in the middle of the night, then the moonlight will shine on every corner of the ship, and every ti that happens... I will enter the next day, returning to the ti of boarding at dusk, and repeat again with a different identity."
Lin Xiaohui looked at Yu Wenxuan:
"This is already the thirtieth ti, and the first ti, in its first shudder, in its heart... there has been soone."
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