Chapter 629: "Guernica"

"It?"

Chen Ling was stunned and looked at the blank picture frame hanging on the gate again.

The next moment, lines were outlined from the blank drawing paper, intersecting into meaningless triangles, rectangles, ellipses, and other geometric shapes, filling the blank paper. At first glance, it looked like a practice work by an elementary school student using various drawing tools on white paper.

The Second Hall... is a painting?

Not to mention the species problem, even if it was a painting, it should at least have a human outline... These messy geometric shapes looked too abstract.

It seemed to have heard Chen Ling’s thoughts. These geometric shapes automatically spliced together. The ellipse stood up like a long face, the trapezoid was placed at the position of the nose, the rectangle was placed horizontally like a mouth, and a circle and a triangle were placed on the left and right sides of the nose, like a pair of eyes of different sizes and heights.

"【Heart of Hearts 6】 Chen Ling." A low voice came from the picture frame, "In the past hundred years, you are the second Dusk Agency member to come here."

Chen Ling raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he already had the answer in his heart, he still pretended to be stupid and asked:

"Oh? And the first one?"

"The first one is the shame of our Floating Life Painting." The Second Hall’s voice was extremely calm, "Now, he is locked in 'Guernica,' unable to escape the cage forever."

The "first one" in the mouth of the Second Hall naturally referred to the Blue Divine Path genius known to the nine major domains, the former Ninth Hall, and now the Dusk Agency 【Jack of Clubs 8】.

Chen Ling and others had long known that Jack of Clubs 8 was imprisoned by the Floating Life Painting. One of the purposes of their painstaking search for the Red Dust Base was to rescue him from the Floating Life Painting.

However... what is "Guernica"?

"So, will I end up like him?" Chen Ling asked back.

"Perhaps worse." The Second Hall said lightly, "That depends on your own attitude."

"My attitude is very good. Along the way, I smiled at everyone I met."

Yang Muquan, who was on the side, rolled his eyes.

The Second Hall seemed too lazy to argue with Chen Ling and went straight to the point:

"You said before that you know the mastermind behind this attack? And about the crisis in the Red Dust Domain?"

"To be precise, I know a part of it."

"Tell me."

"What can I get?"

"What can you get?" The Second Hall’s voice became colder, "As a Dusk Agency member, the fact that you can still stand here alive is already the greatest mercy... Now it is not us negotiating conditions with you, but you, who must show us your value."

Chen Ling had expected this statement.

With his current identity, and being in the lair of the Floating Life Painting, these halls would certainly not negotiate any conditions with him, let alone let him leave. This was not what Chen Ling wanted... His purpose was just to find the Red Dust Base as an outpost and pave the way for the Jack of Clubs and others behind him.

But if Chen Ling didn't ask, it would make him look suspicious. How could a Dusk Agency member cooperate with the Floating Life Painting so frankly?

In order not to arouse the suspicion of the halls, Chen Ling had to act as if he was forced and coerced, trying hard to fight for benefits for himself. Only in this way would it be the most natural and could buy time for other Dusk Agency members.

"I can tell you everything I know." Chen Ling said calmly, "But at least, I want to ensure that I can still be alive after I finish saying everything."

"Yes."

After getting this answer, Chen Ling pretended to hesitate for a long time and said slowly:

"The one who planned this attack is the Wuji Domain."

Hearing the four words "Wuji Domain," Yang Muquan raised his eyebrows slightly, while the Second Hall seemed to have no reaction, still hanging quietly on the relief gate, seemingly waiting for more information.

"On the second floor of the World Ballroom, I once heard a conversation between two special envoys from the Wuji Domain..."

Chen Ling repeated all the intelligence he knew about the Wuji Domain. At first, Yang Muquan was still skeptical, but when he heard that they colluded with the Beidou Consortium and let Mu Chunsheng recover his health, his brows furrowed even tighter.

The teleportation array on the second floor of the World Ballroom, the items used for sacrifice, the suddenly healthy Mu Chunsheng, and the large number of Jiangtian cultists who suddenly drilled out from under the Beidou Manor during this attack... All the clues were connected, and every clue known to the Floating Life Painting could be corroborated with Chen Ling’s description.

After listening, Yang Muquan looked at the picture frame on the relief gate again.

The Second Hall had long begun to suspect the Wuji Domain, and even sent two halls to the Wuji Domain to investigate not long ago, but Chen Ling’s statement undoubtedly corroborated this idea. I don't know what the Second Hall thinks now...

The Second Hall was silent for a long time and spoke slowly:

"Anything else?"

"That's all I can think of for now."

Before Chen Ling’s voice fell, a dazzling white light suddenly erupted from the picture frame on the relief gate, and a huge palm piled up by various geometric shapes suddenly stretched out, completely wrapping Chen Ling’s figure in it!

The next moment, these geometric shapes gradually dissipated in the air, and the bright red opera robe was nowhere to be found.

Seeing this, Yang Muquan couldn't help but say:

"You really won't kill him?"

"I said I would let him live, and I never break my word." In the picture frame, the square face made of geometric shapes said calmly, "Being locked into 'Guernica,' he is no different from being dead... even, it will be more agonizing than death."

"...Then what do you think about the Wuji Domain?"

The Second Hall did not respond. The two geometric eyes, one large and one small, silently watched a certain direction in the distance. I don't know how long it took before it said slowly:

"Wait for them to come back."

……

Wuji Domain.

Two figures stepped over puddles with a faint smell of rust and walked through the dim streets.

The two of them, one was a woman with black hair draped over her shoulders, and the other was a middle-aged man with a palette hanging from his waist. Both were wearing bright costumes with the characteristics of the Red Dust Domain, walking slowly along the road.

Sixth Hall, Seventh Hall.

Their appearance immediately attracted some attention... but the source of these gazes was not the street, but the narrow and cramped windows in those dim rooms. The dim sunlight shone into these rooms, and almost no light was reflected out. Only behind these windows could one vaguely see timid and hunched figures.

The two halls scanned the surroundings, and their brows furrowed tighter and tighter...

They walked straight toward the huge church in the sunset. The sunset dragged the shadow of the church on the ground, covering the two of them, like ferocious and dark demons.