Chapter 230: The Grim Reaper’s Sign

Chapter 230: The Grim Reaper’s Sign
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Logically speaking, something should have happened next, but after five minutes, the studio was still intact.
The painter introduced the painting to him excitedly while muttering, “This painting was sold back then…”
Song Han chanted the incantation again. After he finished chanting, he looked around. The surroundings were calm. Other than the light bulb swaying in the room, nothing happened.
At this moment, the artist finished introducing all the works. She turned around and gave Song Han a ravenous look before approaching him with a smile.
Song Han’s heart skipped a beat.
Sister-in-law, where are you?! Song Han prayed for her to appear.
Seeing that the painter’s face was getting closer and closer, Song Han felt like vomiting.
Song Han stammered, “Why don’t we go out and get some fresh air?”
“Why? This place is so lousy. The world in my painting is much prettier.” The artist lifted Song Han’s chin and said, “I’ll draw you whatever you want as long as you’re obedient…”
Song Han felt that the sage fragrance on her body was about to make him faint, but when he saw that there was only about a quarter of the burning painting left, he forced himself to grab the artist’s hand.
“What? Do you want to take the initiative?”
Song Han was someone who had trained before, so he pressed the painter’s hands down and pretended to accidentally knock over the paint bucket beside the painting.
However, the fire didn’t stop at all.
Song Han was dumbfounded. The red flames that were slowly burning the canvas turned into surging blue flames, then the painting began to burn away at an extremely fast speed.
“No, you can’t.” Song Han couldn’t care less about the artist anymore. He pounced in front of the canvas and used his jacket to extinguish the fire.
However, the blue flames became even more powerful. The entire gallery was filled with the smell of decay.
“Little brother, why are you doing this? This fire isn’t something mortals can touch. If you overestimate yourself like this, my heart will ache.”
Song Han pushed her away and glared at the artist who came over to look at him. “You heartless monster! Spit everyone out!”
Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, Song Han was on the brink of tears. He pressed the painter to the ground and wished he could punch her in the face.
Unexpectedly, the painter under Song Han raised her hand calmly and waved at the canvas as she said, “You’re really naive.”
The fire on the canvas instantly burned at an extremely fast speed. As the fire spread to the other canvases, it devoured everything in the studio.
The painter looked at Song Han calmly as she said, “This is the consequence of resisting. You’d better follow me obediently. There will be many such incidents in the future.”
The surrounding flames and smoke finally destroyed Song Han’s last line of defense. He covered his eyes in pain as he cried.
“Well, it’s not that bad to live with me…” Before the painter could finish, all the lights and fires went out.
A golden light shot out from the ashes, then a huge halo and airwave erupted.
It was so dazzling that the painter could barely open her eyes.
At this moment, a woman with long silky hair appeared in the air. She held a blue whip in her hand and her gaze was as indifferent as ice. A talisman was swung along her whip and stuck to the painter’s forehead.
“All directions are clear. Thunder God, help me!”
With Shen Chun’s order, the painter’s ugly face was instantly struck by the lightning and turned into a badly mangled mess.
“You, how can you…” The Painter’s eyes were filled with disbelief.
Shen Chun looked at Song Han proudly. “Have you forgotten that there’s a sorcerer beside you?”
Shen Chun picked up the Grim Reaper sign from the ground. “The meaning of the Grim Reaper sign is that you have to put yourself in a desparate situation before you can turn the situation around. The power of this sign is slow, but once it’s used, its power isn’t something you can imagine.”
“No, that’s impossible!” The painter screamed in pain while covering her face. “No one has ever escaped from my painting before!”
Before she could finish speaking, the mystical beast opened its bloody mouth and swallowed her..