Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Lin Bai's fingers slid across the yellowed spine of the book, finally stopping on three pages.

1. [Corrosion Technique]

Attribution: Material and Environmental Alchemy

Effects: Rapid oxidation and lattice disruption.

A technique that can turn iron gates into mud, essential for exploring ruins.

2. [Tranquil Walker - Paw Pad Enchantment]

Category: Enchantment Alchemy

Effect: Simulates feline paw pads, absolutely silent + cushioning against falls from heights.

Combined with the [Trickster] ability, it's practically a god-tier skill.

3. [Sharpness Enchantment]

Category: Enchantment Alchemy

Effect: High-frequency vibration cutting.

Even a dinner knife, with this thing attached, can cut through bulletproof vests like tofu.

Simply put, it's all about increasing attack power.

"I'll take these three."

Lin Bai made a decision.

With these three things, you have a guarantee whether you're infiltrating, launching a full-scale attack, or making an escape.

Just as he was about to ask Gu Canglan to explain the operational details of these three techniques.

"roar--!!!"

A piercing roar suddenly rang out from the deepest part of the basement.

That voice didn't sound human at all.

It's more like the mournful cry of a beast whose soul has been torn apart, uttered in despair.

The floor of the entire grocery store was shaking, and the bottles and jars on the shelves were clanging, as if it were the prelude to an earthquake.

Gu Canglan, who was studying a rat's brain at his workbench, suddenly stiffened.

That fervent academic expression vanished instantly.

"Damn it... why is it happening earlier again?"

Gu Canglan threw down the expensive test tube in his hand.

"Lin Bai, I'll teach you alchemy tomorrow!"

"Xiao Shu, take him to buy materials! Now! Immediately!"

Before he could finish speaking...

A visible blue aura suddenly erupted from the old man's body.

He transformed into a blur and rushed directly into the heavy iron door of the basement.

"Clang!"

The iron gate slammed shut, shutting out the chilling screams from inside.

But Lin Bai could still feel the ground beneath his feet trembling slightly, as if some enormous creature was churning underground.

That sound...

Lin Bai frowned.

That's... Ah Qi? That timid, submissive, big guy who looks like a doormat?

The aura that had just seeped through the crack in the door was violent and chaotic, even causing a slight disturbance in the spirituality within him.

Is it really that scary?

"Stop looking."

Shen Shu's voice rang out coldly.

She jumped down from the counter, landing silently, like an elegant black cat.

A shadow fell over that delicate, porcelain-doll-like face.

Shen Shu straightened her skirt and looked in the direction where Gu Canglan had disappeared.

"It's been flaring up too frequently lately..."

She murmured something, her voice very soft.

However, she did not deliberately avoid Lin Bai.

It was obvious that Gu Canglan had already told her about the relationship between Lin Bai and A Qi.

"This child... I'm afraid he can't stay in the city any longer."

Leave the city?

Lin Bai's heart skipped a beat.

Is Ah Qi's condition already that serious?

Even a master of Gu Canglan's caliber couldn't suppress it?

Haven't we already obtained the stabilizer?

"Let's go."

Shen Shu turned around, his impatient expression returning.

"Didn't you need to buy materials? Bring your own money; don't expect me to pay for it for you..."

......

Outer city, eastern slum.

The room was dimly lit and low.

The room was empty in the center, without tables or chairs, but there was a dazzling white easel on it.

In this filthy house, this patch of white is both dazzlingly clean and eerily strange.

A man stands in front of a drawing board.

He was wrapped in a sweater whose original color was indistinguishable, and his hair was dry, yellow, and tangled.

His eyes were bound by a dark red strip of cloth.

The edges of the strip are black; that's the color of oxidized blood.

He is blind.

But at this moment, the paintbrush in his hand was twitching and dancing wildly.

rustling --

The sound of the brush tip rubbing against the canvas was rapid and sharp.

This scene looked extremely bizarre, as if he wasn't controlling the paintbrush at all, but rather the paintbrush was controlling him.

His wrists were stiff, with bulging veins, as if they were being forcibly manipulated by some invisible thread.

The paintbrush thirstily dragged the blind man's hand, outlining lines on the pure white canvas.

"Slow down...slow down, little one..."

The man made incoherent low moans.

It's like coaxing a lover, yet also like enduring some kind of pain:

"I know you're hungry, I'm hungry too... Don't worry..."

A few minutes later.

The pen stopped abruptly.

A crisp snapping sound.

The pen nib broke off.

The paint palette overturned, splattering paint all over the floor.

The man was breathing heavily, his hand trembling as he touched the still-wet ink on the canvas.

The moist touch from his fingertips made him grin wildly.

His smile crumbled, revealing a set of uneven, yellow teeth.

The painting depicts a dilapidated yet vibrant general store.

The handling of light and shadow is masterful, exuding a rich, oil painting-like texture.

In the center of the picture, a middle-aged man is eating a sweet potato without any regard for his image, his eyes as languid as an old cat basking in the sun.

A little girl, looking like a delicate doll, sat on a high stool next to her.

She was bending down to trim her nails, looking both aloof and obedient.

The details are amazing.

Even the cold light reflected from the file in Shen Shu's hand was perfectly replicated.

"Hehehe..."

The blind man suddenly chuckled.

"Old Gu, you've been keeping this a secret for a long time."

"You're clearly a man-eating tiger, yet you're keeping yourself locked in a cage for the sake of a few little creatures... How can you bear it?"

"That warm, stench...it's truly nauseating."

The man slung the huge canvas over his shoulder.

The easel was taller than him, pressing down on his back and causing him to stoop.

He pushed open the rickety door and stepped into the noisy, dirty street.

Several idle neighbors were squatting at the door smoking pipes.

Upon seeing this strange person emerge, they all showed expressions of disgust.

"Hey, blind man, going to draw dead people again?"

A thug with a pockmarked face spat out a mouthful of phlegm and loudly mocked:

"The last time you painted that widow Zhang, she drowned in the river that very night."

"I told you, don't waste your skills, you should just go work part-time at a crematorium, you can still make a living while your skills are still fresh!"

A burst of snickering erupted around them, filled with malice.

The blind man wasn't angry.

He stopped, turned his head slightly, and "looked" at the thug.

The smile on his lips grew wider and wider, until it almost reached his ears.

Her pink gums were exposed, and her whole face looked like a cracked mask.

"you're right."

"Art always requires a little... sacrifice."

He slowly raised his hand and, using his finger as a paintbrush, made a gesture of drawing in the air towards the thug.

next second.

The thug who was still laughing wildly suddenly stopped.

He clutched his throat in terror, his eyes bulging.

There were no wounds, no blood.

But he clearly felt an unseen giant hand, holding a thick paintbrush, thrusting it directly into the depths of his throat.

Then stir it up hard!

"He...he..."

The thug's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently.

His hands flailed wildly in the air, desperately trying to pull out the non-existent paintbrush.

The laughter around them all stopped.

Everyone backed away in terror, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the blind man.

The blind man began to hum an unknown, eerie tune.

Carrying his easel, he strode lightly across the sewage, splashing up black mud flowers.

"Little Shu, don't blame your uncle for being ruthless..."

His mad murmurs drifted on the wind, sending chills down one's spine.

"Who told that old bastard Gu of yours to only go crazy for you?"

"I want to see him go crazy..."

"If he weren't crazy, I really wouldn't have found a chance..."

......