Perhaps, he really could draw a picture.
Crag Burst's reminder reminded Luo Nan of his identity as a psychic. Though he was still muddle-headed about the principles involved, reality proved that he really did have talent in this area.
Most importantly, Luo Nan had inspiration right now.
This inspiration had existed ever since the start of the sacrificial ritual.
The treacherous altar, the burning sea of clouds, the brilliant stars, the tempered sharpness, and of course, the empty and silent domain of death in the end.
Lines, composition, light and shade … … All sorts of elements had been pondered in his mind for a long time.
Luo Nan believed that even if this matter didn't happen, he would certainly carve this scene down when he returned home and observe it from time to time.
At this very moment, a single thought was born, and the impulse to draw became exceptionally intense.
However, from his several experiences drawing psychic diagrams, he knew that he needed to have a source and a direction before he put his pen to paper. He needed to add to the existing composition.
But Luo Nan knew far too little about Rui Wen's past … … Oh, this was easy to do!
Luo Nan's mental senses were released with full force in an instant. The badly battered person in charge of the fighting arena, the panic-stricken spectators in the passageway, and the gangsters who were maintaining order while whispering to each other, no matter where these people were or what they were doing, all of them couldn't help but shiver at the same time.
Ink, who had been with Crag Burst this entire time, flapped its wings and flew back in the direction of the fighting arena, ignoring Crag Burst's calls.
Mr. Ma lay on the stretcher in a daze, his hand pressed against his chest. Even though he had already taken medicine and was on a ventilator, the palpitations and suffocation from a few minutes ago still followed him like a shadow.
What in the world had happened?
He was the director of a large biopharmaceutical company in Xia City. His net worth was in the hundreds of millions. People respectfully addressed him as Mr. Ma. Wealth and women were nothing more than decorations to him.
His future was full of sixty to seventy years. What he needed was more vivid interest, more intense stimulation, and a higher level of accomplishment.
What could be more interesting, more exciting, and more successful than dominating the lives of others?
So Mr. Ma fell in love with the fighting arena. He fell in love with the smell of blood here. He invested in this place for the sake of changing the style of fighting to become more exciting and more exciting.
Today, the fighting arena had asked him to borrow his top-notch collection, the Aberrant Greatmaw Basilisk. He agreed without hesitation. In fact, he had purchased this mutant in order to add new tricks to the arena at some point in the future.
His wish had come true ahead of time.
But just a few minutes ago, his most prideful collection, the Greatmaw Basilisk worth tens of millions, fell to the ground in front of him, crumbling and rotting.
The destruction of the collection was not the end of the world. However, that form, the will of death that descended in that instant, the terrifying power that far exceeded the limits of his control, gave him a heavy blow in the chest.
Who caused all this?
Rui Wen, Rui Wen!
The girl who struggled in the cage he had created.
He remembered that three years ago, when she had just arrived at the arena, she was so skinny that she looked like she was only six or seven years old. It was only under the stimulation of drugs that she had grown to her current height.
She was a genius Grandmaster of Combat. Subtracting the time of training, she had become the King of the Arena, charging for a hundred victories in a short year.
But no matter what kind of genius she was, she was always grasped in the palm of his hand. Every time he saw Rui Wen pretend to be calm, but from beginning to end she was in a desperate situation, Mr. Ma felt a sense of satisfaction arise spontaneously.
Her fists were hard and fast, but no matter how fast or hard they were, they could not break through the transparent protective wall surrounding them.
This was what it meant to be a ruler. This was pleasure!
But why was it completely different today?
From beginning to end, not even a strand of his hair had been harmed. But there was an invisible, ice-cold hand clutching his throat, pressing him down on the ugly corpse of the Basilisk, letting him savor the taste of fear and death to his heart's content.
Rui Wen, that plunderer, the ominous crow …
"The exit is up ahead."
The relieved voice of the medical personnel beside him rang out: "The ambulance is already parked in the parking lot. Mr. Ma is first, and then …"
The sound of flapping wings rang out, practically flying over his head. The medical personnel cried out in alarm:
"That crow is so big!"
Mr. Ma's eyes snapped open just as the stretcher exited the tunnel. In the changing light, the black silhouette of the crow flipped over people's heads, projecting a demonic silhouette of light and shadow.
The medical personnel instinctively waved his hand to drive it away, only to receive a black feather fluttering down.
It was like the demonic eye of the Netherworld cast a glance.
"Rui Wen!"
Mr. Ma sat up all of a sudden, spurring his Qi and blood to surge. The explosive sound of his heart became the rumbling sound of a funeral bell.
He widened his eyes and fell backward. His final mournful scream was transmitted back, repeatedly refracting in the curved tunnel:
Rui Wen, Rui Wen, Rui Wen …
The huge crow flapped its wings and swept past. In an extremely short period of time, not a single person made a sound or moved in the entire passageway. Fear gripped their throats, and like an ice-cold tide, it swallowed them up one by one.
Rui Wen, Rui Wen!
This name seemed to transform into a demonic incantation. From the outside to the inside, from him to me, it grew and spread from the bottom of my heart.
Plunderer, the large crow, the flat-chested witch … …
Fragments of memories flipped endlessly, twisting together with emotions. They were truly like the sweeping wings of the crow before their eyes, painting a picture of deep foreboding and fear.
The crow swept past the tunnel and crashed into the empty fighting arena. It spiraled in the air.
In Luo Nan's eyes, the crow was piercing through a dark cloud of negative emotions.
The outline of an altar was interwoven within the surging cloud layer. Several hundred blurry figures were running and shouting within. Compared to their earlier foolishness, they seemed to have a clearer definition of their own position.
They had transformed from illusory rulers into actual pigs and sheep.
Countless scenes of Rui Wen's memories appeared and blended within the altar. The vast majority of them were fragmented and distorted. They combined to form a fuzzy image of Rui Wen. Countless sides were pieced together, but it was far too biased.
Luo Nan pondered.
The Rui Wen he saw was different from these people.
Admittedly, Rui Wen had contended against the Human-Faced Arachnid and defeated it. Rui Wen had beheaded the Greatmaw Basilisk in one strike. She had left a deep impression on him.
But the first impression Rui Wen gave him was that of a young and inexperienced child with a towel covering her head in the waiting room. She had used childish words to converse with Mr. Crow.
She had sunk deep into the circle of her own logic. Perhaps her self-identity leaned more toward that of a crow than a person.
But no matter what, she was the one and only victor on Luo Nan's altar. She had sacrificed everything and reaped everything.
Luo Nan was the bearer of the altar's framework. He had the obligation to bestow blessings upon the victor.
Ink let out a coarse squawk that was absolutely not pleasant to listen to. But this hoarse voice surged together with a call on the mental plane. It was suddenly thrown into the night sky of Xia City:
"The sole victor: Rui Wen!"
The dark clouds surged and churned. A bright and resplendent star rose beyond the heavens. Its sharp radiance swept through the clouds and mist.
The outline of the altar's structure became unprecedentedly clear. It was just like the shape of Luo Nan's pyramid.
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