Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Lin Bai, who was hiding in the distance, discovered an extremely strange phenomenon.

The attacks were aimed at Shen Shu and Aya, but here he was—calm and undisturbed.

He stood behind the ruins less than fifty meters from the battlefield, and not a single pebble was splashed on him.

In this bizarre world, he seemed to be an overlooked existence.

"A blind man..."

Lin Bai squinted, recalling the notes on the parchment.

The artist seemed unable to see or perceive him for some reason.

So, it's impossible to "paint" him into the painting?

I'm not in the painting?

"So, as long as I stay put, I'm in a safe zone?" Lin Bai muttered to himself.

This absurd sense of security is like watching a 3D horror movie in a theater.

Even the fiercest monster is just a visual effect; it can't bite the audience.

But Lin Bai dared not gamble.

[Question: If I just live like this, can I survive?]

[Driving simulation in progress...]

[Answer: No. Yan Qingzhou, that madman, has a bad habit—he ends all his paintings by destroying them.]

Once he finishes painting, he'll destroy everything in it. Then he'll attack indiscriminately; hiding in a rat hole won't help.

[Note: You noob, stop dreaming and get to work.]

Lin Bai's lips twitched.

This false sense of "safety" has a very short shelf life.

We must break this deadlock!

Lin Bai took a deep breath and drew the pistol from his waist.

"I knew it! Having this on hand would definitely come in handy!"

Lin Bai suddenly raised his hand.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, forcibly adding a sound effect to this black and white world.

The specially made spirit-piercing bullet sliced ​​through the air and headed straight for Yan Qingzhou's brow high above.

"Um?"

Yan Qingzhou paused, his brush brush pausing.

The bullet was stopped by countless fragments that automatically protected him, just three inches from his brow.

Although it didn't break his defenses, it left the madman with a bewildered expression.

"Who?"

Yan Qingzhou tilted his head, his eyes, covered by a red cloth, fixed on the direction from which the gunshots came.

The buildings over there collapsed instantly and were crushed.

Lin Bai was already wet the moment he fired the shot, slipping into another pile of rubble like a slippery eel.

"How could there have been gunshots?"

"There's clearly no ink mark in my painting..."

Yan Qingzhou panicked a little.

He sensed it!

In that area that should have been a blank background, there was a "living person" who was not under his control?

"This is impossible... My composition is perfect..."

"Since it's a stain, draw it out... and then erase it!"

Shh-shh-shh—!

The paintbrush rubbed wildly across the canvas.

He was trying to "forcibly capture" Lin Bai into this world.

However, the next second, something happened that Yan Qingzhou couldn't understand.

No matter how he wields the pen, no matter how he draws upon his spirituality.

On the canvas, the human figure representing Lin Bai could not be drawn completely!

First, the head was drawn; the ink was wiped away as if by some higher-dimensional rule, evaporating instantly.

Next is the left hand.

No matter how many times he draws it, the left hand of that person will always be a blank space!

"Why...why can't I draw?!"

Yan Qingzhou's voice began to tremble, carrying a hint of fear of the unknown.

"Who are you?! Why does your existence refuse to be recorded?"

In the extraordinary world, there is only one situation that will prevent an artist from painting.

That is the spiritual level of the target, which is far higher than that of the artist!

Only the existence of Sequence 6, or even higher sequences, cannot be contained by his Sequence 7 brushstrokes!

Could it be... that a reclusive big shot is lurking in this stinking garbage dump?!

Just as Yan Qingzhou's mind was racing with wild thoughts.

In the shadow of ruins.

Lin Bai had already slowly placed the broken porcelain mask onto the left side of his face.

【The Broken Mask of Nare】

This might be the only way he can harm the artist, a Sequence 7.

Click.

Several thin, fleshy claws pierced Lin Bai's skin instantly, but he didn't even flinch.

[Sequence 9: The Fraudster] Core Ability - Poker Face.

Pain? That's a physical thing, what does it have to do with my facial expressions?

Lin Bai's eyes were icy cold as he stared intently at Yan Qingzhou in the distance through the empty eye sockets of his mask.

Ability activated: [Stand]!

Bound object: Yan Qingzhou!

next moment.

Lin Bai drew the dagger from his waist with a backhand motion.

Without any hesitation.

He slashed his unprotected left arm hard!

Pfft!

A wave of excruciating pain washed over Lin Bai, causing him to gasp for breath.

But the mask on his face allowed him to maintain an eerie smile.

at the same time.

On the high platform.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream suddenly rang out.

Yan Qingzhou, who was frantically painting, suddenly froze.

A deep, bone-revealing wound appeared out of nowhere on his left arm!

Blood gushed out, instantly staining his sweater red.

"Who? Who is it?"

Yan Qingzhou dropped his paintbrush in alarm, clutching his arm and exclaiming repeatedly.

The injury just appeared out of nowhere and happened to him!

No trajectory, no warning, and it ignores all defenses!

What kind of ability is this?

curse?

Or is it an attack at the rule level?

Yan Qingzhou, his eyes covered by a red cloth, scanned his surroundings in terror.

In his perception, it was still a void.

But this void, at this moment, is like a bottomless abyss, exuding a terrifying aura that makes his soul tremble.

Unable to be depicted in the art world...

A rule-based attack that ignores defense...

This kind of tactic, this kind of oppressive feeling, is absolutely something that no one of the same level can do!

This is at least Sequence 6... no! It might even be a Sequence 5 master!

I actually want to use this kind of existence as material to draw into my paintings?

Do I not want to live anymore?

"I...I..."

Yan Qingzhou's voice trembled, and his original "I am the only one who is sober in a world of drunks" artistic pretense instantly collapsed.

He bowed deeply into the void, his tone as humble as a grandson:

"I was unaware that you were cultivating here, senior... I have been impolite... I will leave immediately!"

Behind the ruins.

Lin Bai winced in pain, pressing his arm tightly with his hand while desperately trying to maintain that enigmatic smile.

He remained silent.

Speaking at this point would give them away; true leaders always remain silent.

This moment.

The entire art world seemed to have been put on pause.

Yan Qingzhou felt as if he had been granted a pardon when he was not "punished" again.

He slung his easel over his shoulder, not even daring to pick up the paint from the ground.

With a flicker of his body, he used his ability to "fly away through the painting," disappearing without a trace.

hum-

As the artist ran away.

The distorted lines around them began to crumble and melt.

Color has returned.

The cacophony of steam horns and the stench of garbage once again assaulted the senses.

The world of sketching, disintegrated!

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