Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Lin Bai stood there, looking at the spot where Yan Qingzhou had disappeared, and his tense back finally relaxed.

"call......"

He let out a long breath, his legs went weak, and he almost sat down on the ground.

That was close.

This is basically walking a tightrope.

Fortunately, this artist isn't a complete lunatic, and has an excellent imagination.

Otherwise, if the other party is really stubborn and forcibly disrupts the art world... I'm afraid all of this hundred-odd pounds of flesh will really have to be used as paint here.

"Feed".

A weak yet still sharp voice came from behind.

Lin Bai turned around.

Shen Shu was leaning against A Ya, her delicate face as pale as paper, but her big eyes were fixed on Lin Bai.

His eyes were extremely complex.

There was shock, confusion, and a strange sense of gratitude.

She had witnessed what just happened, even though she was seriously injured.

A Sequence 7 madman was scared out of his wits by this kid?

They even called him "senior"?

Just how much is this kid hiding?

"Don't look at me like that, it makes me shy."

Lin Bai shrugged, casually ripped off his mask, revealing a face that was bloodied and mangled from the deep grappling hooks, yet still sported a roguish grin.

He pointed to his bleeding face.

"I went to great lengths to save you—truly went to great lengths."

"Miss Shen, you should be paid for this."

......

There was no sound for a long time.

Lin Bai glanced down at the pitiful little girl on the ground, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Where did that cyber-valiant energy that blasted the world to smithereens go?

It's already withered?

"Feed".

Shen Shu kept his head down very low, his voice barely audible, like a mosquito humming.

That delicate face that usually had "I'm too good for you" written all over its forehead.

At this moment, it was so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

"Carry me...carry me back."

"Huh?" Lin Bai picked at his ear, giving off a smug look that said, "The wind is too strong, I can't hear you."

"Miss Shen, what did you say? There's no bad signal, so why is it lagging?"

Shen Shu suddenly looked up, his shyness instantly transforming into murderous intent.

Her face turned even redder, but this time it was from anger.

"I said! Carry me back! Are your ears just for decoration?!"

Shen Shu gritted her teeth, her posture suggesting that if Lin Bai dared to utter a single "no," she would crawl over and bite his throat off.

"My hydraulic drive shaft broke! I can't move! Do you understand, idiot?!"

Lin Bai let out a long sigh of relief and patted his chest:

"That's more like it. If you keep speaking in such a high-pitched voice, I'll start to suspect that you've been possessed by that artist."

"This look, like he's about to kill someone, is more endearing; it captures the essence of the character."

At the same time, I secretly added in my mind: Your sharp tongue is probably only matched by my Doubao (crossed out) Parchment!

Shen Shu: "..."

She vowed that once her leg was healed, the first thing she would do was fire a miniature armor-piercing bullet into that bastard's ass.

Lin Bai may be sarcastic, but his hands are quick to act.

He turned around and waved to Ah Ya, signaling the big, clumsy guy to carry all the materials he had just packed at Old Jack's shop.

Those items cost hundreds of gold coins; he would be heartbroken for half the night if he lost even one.

Then, he bent down, put one hand under Shen Shu's knees and the other hand around her back, and pulled her slightly.

"rise!"

"Um?"

The weight in his hand surprised Lin Bai slightly.

It's too light.

It's ridiculously light.

Even though this body is mostly made of cold, hard metal, it still has so many heavy weapon modules crammed inside.

Logically, it should be as heavy as a solid lump of iron.

But when held in my arms, she felt even lighter than a normal human little girl of the same size.

Is this the true value of high-end technology?

"What are you looking at! Look again and I'll gouge out your eyes and stomp on them like light bulbs!"

Shen Shu noticed Lin Bai's gaze and glared back fiercely.

But the small hand that was gripping Lin Bai's collar unconsciously tightened its grip even more.

......

Meanwhile, several kilometers away.

A disheveled figure was frantically fleeing in the shadows of the sewer.

Yan Qingzhou stumbled along, carrying his drawing board on his back.

Until it was confirmed that the terrifying "unknown entity" had not caught up with them.

His legs gave way and he slid down the moss-covered wall to sit in a puddle of sewage.

"Huff...huff...ha..."

He was breathing heavily, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his throat, and he was filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

That's terrifying.

That person just now... no, that being, it's hard to say whether they were even human!

That sense of emptiness that cannot be captured by a paintbrush, that real harm that descends without regard for rules...

"No... I can't handle this... That level of monster is simply not something a Sequence 7 can easily fool!"

With trembling hands, Yan Qingzhou pulled a flattened cigarette from his pocket.

They didn't even light it; they just stuffed it into their mouths and chewed it up.

The pungent smell of tobacco stimulated his nerves, barely managing to regain a sliver of his sanity.

"That old bastard Gu Canglan actually managed to latch onto the coattails of such a high-ranking figure... No wonder he dares to brazenly hide in Blackstone City."

"What should we do?"

Yan Qingzhou suddenly stood up, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

He set up his easel again and took out his paintbrush.

If we can't beat them, then we'll call in reinforcements!

Let the real monsters in the Spiral Tower handle this tough nut!

The brush tip touches the canvas, and inspiration flows wildly.

rustling --

In just a few minutes, a striking oil painting was created in the dark sewer.

His painting skills remain at a master level.

A dilapidated yet cozy general store, Gu Canglan munching on a sweet potato without any regard for his image, Shen Shu intently filing his nails, and Ah Qi exuding a terrifying aura in the corner of an underground alchemy workshop.

Every detail is lifelike, and the interplay of light and shadow is absolutely exquisite.

however.

When Yan Qingzhou was about to draw the last person, his hand froze.

That... being that cannot be depicted in a painting.

He scratched his messy hair, looking somewhat distraught.

Whenever the pen tip tries to draw a specific line, a sense of dread from the depths of his soul makes him unable to put pen to paper.

It was as if it were blasphemy against the gods.

"No... I can't draw it... I can't draw it!"

Yan Qingzhou was covered in cold sweat, and his teeth were chattering.

But he had to get this information out!

Otherwise, the people from the Spiral Tower would just be freeloaders!

"Since I can't draw its true form... then I'll draw its concept! I'll draw its spirit!"

Yan Qingzhou took a deep breath, as if he had made some decision that went against his ancestors' wishes.

He switched to the most ordinary pencil.

In the center of this exquisite and lifelike oil painting, which is worthy of being displayed in a museum, are those lifelike figures.

He trembled as he drew a circle.

Then I drew a vertical line below the circle.

Then I drew four more lines that looked like tree branches to represent limbs.

A stick figure so crude it's appalling, one that even kindergarteners would find repulsive, suddenly appears in a masterpiece.

Surprising.

absurd.

But the moment the painting was completed, Yan Qingzhou revealed a satisfied smile.

"Perfection...this is the embodiment of the indescribable..."

"High-level creations often require only the simplest forms of expression; terrifying existences often require only the simplest lines..."

"This is the essence of simplicity!"

"I've made myself so clear. Send this painting to the Spiral Tower, and they should understand what I mean instantly, right?"

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