I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 119: The Turning Point of Dream Reopening

The color in the eyes of painters is different from that of ordinary people.

In her eyes, everyone has their own color.

For example, a passionate person will have a strong red color in his body; an indifferent person will have a blue color in his body; and an intellectual person will have a green color in his body.

However, not everyone has such monotonous colors. During the period when the painter became a degenerate, everyone he saw was colorful.

So far, only two people's colors have struck her as odd.

One is Wyatt, from whom the painter can see no color, he seems transparent.

The other one is Ned, who is pure white all over, without any impurities.

So this is why the painter paid special attention to Ned.

After all, white is quite important to artists.

When the painter first saw Ned today, he saw a little black in her.

The black color was so subtle and so incongruous that the painter initially thought it was a stain on Ned's clothes.

But after careful confirmation, the painter determined that this was Ned's own color.

Her originally spotless white was stained with a hint of discordant black.

When did you get infected?
The painter began to think about this question. She tilted her head and reached out to touch the black spot.

Although her fingers were touching Ned's belly, the touch from her fingertips felt smooth and hard.

Just like scales.

The painter wanted to spread the black with her fingers, which is the technique she usually uses when mixing colors, whether it is for a painting or a person.

This black color is not very stubborn, so the painter can easily dissolve it.

To outsiders, it looked like the painter was just tickling Ned with his fingers.

But in fact, the painter actually allowed the black spot to continue to expand, and eventually it formed a vortex the size of a fist.

The artist wanted to enlarge it further, and in fact she almost did it, but unfortunately an accident happened.

When the vortex expanded to a large enough size, the painter was blocked.

A dragon-like creature covered with eyeballs and tentacles squeezed into the narrow passage, seemingly trying to crawl out.

The painter saw an extremely complex array of colors in the hybrid dragon.

Black, white and green are the main colors. Other colors are exceptionally bright, covering almost all the colors the painter has ever known in his life.

This picture is full of strong impact, and the painter's vision becomes blurred and trembling.

The hybrid dragon's sharp roar became more shrill than usual, and the painter's originally empty eyes, which showed neither sadness nor joy, actually showed a hint of fear.

This feeling is like looking directly into a huge creature that is far beyond one's cognition.

Shock, awe, fear.

As a result, his thoughts became slow and he stood there in a daze.

The colors in the eyes of the painter are actually related to the origin of the target.

For a type like Wyatt, his origins are quite complicated, and looking directly at them will cause irreversible serious consequences.

Fortunately, he is self-aware and kind-hearted, so he will do some disguise to prevent anyone from being accidentally injured.

But hybrid dragons don't do that. These failed creatures only know how to bite everything and nothing else. It is impossible to expect them to disguise their complex origins.

The painter reacted in time and found that she was already quite close to the origin of this strange creature, but she was also very clear that the origin of the hybrid dragon could not be easily looked at directly.

The painter hastily closed his eyes, and his fingers bounced back quickly as if they had touched a branding iron. The dark vortex closed, leaving only the hybrid dragon's unwilling howl lingering until it disappeared.

Silence returned to her ears and the painter's face turned pale, as if this attempt had exhausted her greatly.

Fortunately, the painter did not gain nothing.

Helen immediately noticed that something was wrong with the painter. She hurried forward to support the painter's staggering body so that he could lean back on the chair.

"What's wrong? You don't look well." "It's okay..."

"Sister Painter! Are you okay?"

"Just a little bit..."

"...After all, that was the dream of the Black Dragon King Gustav, so it is normal for him to fail."

Helen's eyes unconsciously fell to the ground. She bit her lower lip tightly, looking unwilling. She really didn't want to hit a wall again and again at such a critical moment.

But the fact was right in front of her, and she had to accept it.

Gustav, the strongest being of the dragon clan so far, possesses the same status as an ordinary apostle, not to mention that dragon scholars are now discussing which apostle Gustav is.

Such powerful beings are undoubtedly among the top ones in the world today.

Although the painter is a Calamity-level Fallen of Chaos, her status is lower than that of an Apostle, and it is too dangerous to let her come into contact with Gustav's dream.

Dreams are the product of "Chaos", the painter is a calamity-level fallen being of "Chaos", and the owner of Gustav's dream is now dead.

This should be a good situation, but there is still no progress.

Helen felt that she had thought things too simply.

What can we do now? Should we ask an apostle of Chaos for help?
After all, how did the director tailor Gustav's dream?

Director, how many things are you hiding from me?

Helen patted the painter on the shoulder, trying to comfort her. After all, she had done her best.

"Adjutant! Ned! Look!"

Jonas's reminder came from the door. Helen and Ned looked up at the same time, looking around the room for something.

Finally, they saw a line of text next to the painter.

"Ned, why did you reject me?"

"Rejection... Sister Painter, what does this mean?"

"You can enter the dreamland freely, so why do you reject everyone?"

Everyone's eyes were on Ned, who was a little confused at the moment and had no idea what was going on.

Can I enter the dreamland freely?
Am I rejecting others?

What does this mean?
Ned was very confused at the moment, and even felt scared from the bottom of her heart.

She seemed to be beginning to doubt.

Ned was not completely unaware. After all, she thought from the beginning that Gustav's dream was her own dream. The reason was that Ned found that she had gone too far in this dream.

Now the painter's words finally woke her up.

Ned has the power to control Gustave's dreams.

But why would she reject others?
This is also a problem that Ned can't figure out.

What Ned suspected at this moment was not something outside of herself, but herself.

Just as Ned's fear was about to reach its peak, her hands were held by someone.

"Ned, why do you have such an expression?" Helen laughed from the bottom of her heart. "You are the key to awakening the director. You should be happy, right?"

"But the painter sister said... it was my fault..."

"Did you do this on purpose?"

Ned shook her head.

"That's great, we know how to enter the dream, you are the key to waking up the director!"

The fear in Ned's heart is being dispelled little by little by Helen's affirmation. She believes that it won't be long before Gustav's dream will begin again.

That man will come tomorrow

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