Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 317 - 152: Xiaobai, you’re not making good use of the opportunity!_2

Chapter 317: Chapter 152: Xiaobai, you’re not making good use of the opportunity!_2

Nangong Shu has extensive connections and channels for this kind of thing.

"Then I’ll have to trouble Aunt Shu to help me see if there are any ’Ghost Killer’ Taboo things available, money is no issue."

Lin Baici smiled slightly, very confident.

He didn’t have much money, but he had already amassed over twenty Taboo things. If the item Aunt Shu found was good enough, Lin Baici would be willing to trade two for one.

Talking to Aunt Shu was enjoyable, and by the time Lin Baici realized what time it was, it was already 2 a.m. He quickly got up, "Sorry for keeping you up!"

"No problem!"

Nangong Shu thought to herself, you’re not planning on just leaving like this, are you?

It’s so late already,

Aren’t you going to do something?

Just look at this bed; it’s so big, so soft—one could roll around on it as much as they like.

"Get some rest early, no need to see me out."

Lin Baici quickly made his exit, helping Aunt Shu close the door behind him.

Nangong Shu looked at the door and suddenly let out a snort, laughing at herself.

What was wrong with her?

She had been alone for twenty years, so why did she suddenly feel this way?

It could only be said that Lin Baici’s appearance and personality were very much to Nangong Shu’s liking.

Or perhaps, Nangong Shu had found an unpolished gemstone, and she wanted to play a nurturing game.

Just imagine, the top Dragon Level God Hunter from the Nine States, trained by herself.

How thrilling would that be?

In today’s society, there were too many bad women. Lin Baici was still young, and to prevent him from being tricked, she had to give him some toughness.

...

Haijing Academy of Fine Arts, Building B, third floor, Room 302, the art studio.

The night was already very still, like a black curtain enveloping the earth, seemingly trying to smother the old man that was the world.

There were crickets chirping outside the window.

A female student sat in front of her easel for a solid six hours, motionless, like a statue.

The pale glow of the energy-saving lamp fell upon her tall figure, casting a shadow on the floor, resembling the soulless ghost.

The walls of this classroom were stained with various colors of paint, creating a horror movie atmosphere at this midnight hour.

Creak!

The sound of the door hinge announced the entry of a fifty-something man with greying hair.

"Shen Xin, you should go to sleep."

The man was the vice dean, who lived in the academy’s staff housing. Having just finished his work and while smoking on the balcony, he saw the lights still on in this teaching building and knew that Shen Xin was still there, so he came to check on her.

As a genius who had held art exhibitions in Paris, Shen Xin had the privilege of a private classroom.

"I’ll go soon!"

Shen Xin replied, but her body remained motionless, which seemed quite perfunctory.

However, the vice dean didn’t blame her, instead, he sighed with pity.

"Creation is not something that can be achieved overnight..."

The vice dean wanted to persuade Shen Xin not to run herself ragged, but as his eyes fell on the canvas in front of Shen Xin, he froze.

How could this be?

The painting on the easel was Shen Xin’s imitation of Van Gogh’s classic masterpiece, "Sunflowers."

When the vice dean saw it at noon, the golden yellow and orange-red blossoms were vibrant, brimming with a lively spirit that made one feel the beauty of life and the imperative not to waste time.

But now, under the pallid light, the true leaf fuzz on those blossoms looked like writhing tentacles, and the center of the blossoms looked like the eyes of a demon.

Hiss!

The vice dean instantly took a sharp breath, goosebumps covering his body.

Uncomfortable! Chilling!

A crazed, bizarre feeling rushed over him like a demon’s giant hand around his neck, nearly choking him.

Why did the same painting look so different at different times?

The vice dean looked toward Shen Xin.

This girl, elegant and tall, always kept to herself, speaking very little.

Her cheeks were gaunt, her skin pale as if never kissed by sunlight, clearly indicating her ill health. Her long black hair was wrapped in a handkerchief into a large bun secured at the back of her head.

The apron she wore was dripping with various paints, in utter disarray.

"Vice Dean, it’s late, you should go to sleep!"

Shen Xin wanted to be alone.

"Geniuses really are different, aren’t they!"

The vice dean remarked before advising, "But creators also need nourishment. You understand too little of the world by staying in the studio all the time."

"This National Day, the Egyptian diplomatic corps will hold a historical artifacts exhibition at the Haijing Museum to promote cultural exchange between our two countries. You should go and see it!"

"I don’t like crowded places!"

Shen Xin refused.

She spoke her mind without hesitation and didn’t change her demeanor because the other person was the vice dean.

"I know you don’t like crowds!"

The vice dean took out a ticket: "For the first three days, entrance is by ticket, which has fewer people. You can go and see. After that, it’s open to all citizens of the city for the next four days!"

"But during the last four days, because of the crowd, about a dozen valuable artifacts will be removed, unseen."

"Hmm!"

Shen Xin nodded.

The vice dean walked over, placed the ticket on top of Shen Xin’s backpack, and then left. Before stepping out of the classroom, he gave the oil painting another glance.

The centers of those sunflowers, with their multitude of seeds, appeared like countless eyeballs, as if a demon was taking a stroll in the dead of night.

Shen Xin didn’t touch the ticket and continued to daydream.

Li Jing woke up early, bought a bun from the cafeteria, and hurried to the classroom.

Ever since Shen Xin had given her pointers last time, her painting skills had improved by leaps and bounds, and lately, she had been lucky enough to receive a commission from a gaming company.