Start at the Pinnacle of Life

[Hint: You are dead! 】

Watching Choice of Destiny enter the countdown again on the screen.

Qin Yu rubbed his swollen temples and looked up at the clock on the wall.

At 11:25 in the morning, only 4 seconds had passed since he entered the game.

This was also what Qin Yu discovered later.

The ratio of the time in the game to the real time is 60 minutes = 1 second.

This is what he would say, if Choice of Fate could be opened to the public.

The biggest confidence that all game companies will go bankrupt!

Think about it, taking 1 hour a day is equivalent to living 3600 hours more in the game = 5 months.

However, the upper limit of the time you can stay in the game is 2 hours in reality.

That's 10 months of game time.

From Qin Yu's experience, unless you stay in a safe area and don't go out.

Otherwise, no one can stick to the 2 hour limit.

This is a highly demonized wasteland world, as long as you leave the 'safe zone'.

Dangerous moments will strike from all directions, and sometimes you will die while walking.

That's what happened when he and the village guard first went out to eradicate steel-beaked chickens.

The guard who led the team's legs went limp, and his body fell to the ground like mud.

Turning it over, the five sense organs melted like candles, and the whole body turned into pus and seeped into the ground in less than 3 seconds.

The cause of death was that he was deeply eroded by the devil energy, and his body completely collapsed!

Therefore, some people really disappear as they walk.

Shaman, who was still looking for inspiration from the photos, murmured: The colors here are so strange...

The beating voice in his mind gradually disappeared, and Qin Yu sat beside him and asked, Where?

Shaman pointed to the upper right corner of the photo,

Here, how did such a contrast come about?

For her, the photo in front of her is not a whole, but divided into different color areas.

Gradients and blurred focal lengths are what interests her the most.

In fact, Shaman didn't think photos could inspire her before.

But she quickly found the point of interest, Qin Yu's skills in using angles and light during the shooting process.

Explain to her your camera angle and concept.

Shaman snapped the notebook shut, I thought of it.

Throwing the notebook on the sofa, the barefoot Shaman rushed into the living room quickly.

Be careful, Pata~ The paint bucket that was just packed was overturned, and the color flowed all over the floor.

Shaman's feet were covered with paint, but she rushed to the drawing board as if obsessed, grabbed the brush and stared at the canvas.

Smiling apologetically to the four dumbfounded aunts, Qin Yu beckoned them to the living room.

I'll clean up here today, thank you for your hard work.

Each person transferred 1,000 yuan, and the previous helplessness and exhaustion were completely eliminated.

The leading aunt squinted her eyes with a charming smile, Sir, if you need us tomorrow, come back.

Although cleaning is hard work, cleaning paint is even more difficult.

However, a daily income of 1,000 yuan... smells good!

Perhaps Qin Yu was too generous, and the two aunts wanted to go back and clean up the paint buckets they kicked.

No need, she can't be disturbed at this time! Sending away the four cleaning aunts who said surely come again.

Qin Yu came to the living room and sat on the floor not far behind Shaman.

Watching her waving her arms to paint a lot of colors on the canvas, Qin Yu is waiting for the final product!

...

At five o'clock in the morning, Shaman, who had painted the last stroke, bit the paintbrush and admired her painting with her hands behind her back.

The two works were completed in one go without any pause.

There is no big improvement in technique, but in the use of color and layering.

Shaman knew she was entering a whole new field!

Thinking of the person who brought these things to her, Shaman hurriedly turned her head, huh...

The paintbrush smeared across the bridge of Qin Yu's nose and touched the tip of his nose.

Slap!

The paintbrush fell to the ground.

Like a crazy kid, Shaman sat on the ground, raised her head, bent her legs and kicked her feet back and forth, laughing loudly.

Just when her tears of laughter were about to come out, the light above suddenly dimmed.

Opening his eyes, a coolness appeared on his forehead.

Using a paintbrush stained with red paint to draw a turtle on her forehead, Qin Yu nodded in satisfaction: It seems that I have a talent for painting, what a waste.

Shaman in front of the mirror was speechless. When did he become so narcissistic?

Looking at the three horizontal and one vertical little turtle on her forehead, Shaman's eyes rolled wildly, No, I want to draw it back!

what?

Qin Yu covered his ears with his hands and turned his head as if he couldn't hear, and asked, You want to have another one, no problem!

Qin Yu. Shaman stomped her feet angrily, and rushed straight to the brush holder.

Wow~

A roll of brand new canvas more than two meters wide fell to the ground, bouncing and rolling forward.

While laughing and chasing, both of them were colored by each other.

Rolling, side lying, crawling, stretching between fights...

Vibrant and rich color patterns are blooming on the pure white canvas!

...

Sitting up from the warm floor, Qin Yu rubbed his dizzy head.

Most of the living room has become a world of colorful paint.

If a bear child sees this, he will love this place to death.

Noticing that Shaman was also awake, Qin Yu smiled and said, It seems that you are going to replace these furniture.

Shame didn't care about the paint-ruined furniture.

Looking back at the masterpiece of art that was completed by the two of them on the canvas, he responded with a smile in his eyes, Say, how about framing it and hanging it up?

Shaman pointed to the empty wall in the living room, It's hanging there, and the guests who come here can just enjoy it.

...

Look at the two red circles on the canvas with a little green in the middle.

Qin Yu looked at her clearly and said, 'Is this okay? '

This is art, performance art, understand?

Shaman stood up, clapped her hands and nodded, That's the decision, I'll call someone to frame it later.

The entire canvas can be roughly calculated and can be spliced ​​into a performance art masterpiece with a width of 4 meters 4 and a length of 5 meters 6!

And, Shame quickly made it a reality.

After washing off the paint on his body, he just walked out of the bathroom.

Qin Yu had already seen a custom picture frame about the size of the front wall.

So fast?

Shaman said happily: Their family specializes in making large-size picture frames, and they usually have stock.

The middle-aged man who was instructing the workers to mount the frame smiled and said: It's also a coincidence, it happens to be the right size, and it was originally prepared for a hotel.

As for why the hotel did not want it in the end, it is a matter between the merchant and the hotel.

After the canvas is mounted and the frame is corrected and hung on the wall.

Qin Yu took a few steps back, and the whole painting came into view.

Turns out...it works surprisingly well!

Shaman kept laughing with satisfaction, Thanks for your hard work, I will call the boss directly for the money.

Okay, Miss Shaman, then I'll go first. The other party took the person away readily.

This is not the first time the two parties have cooperated.

Shaman is the big employer in the store, not only has her own studio.

In Hudu, where every inch of land is expensive, there is also an oil painting exhibition hall of its own.

This is not something everyone can do.

Seeing Shaman using her mobile phone to transfer money, Qin Yu asked curiously, How much is this picture frame?

Shaman replied without raising her head, It's not expensive, more than 40,000.

Hearing what she said, Qin Yu looked curiously at the gold border on the edge of the picture frame, Aren't these gilded?

yes!

Shaman put down the phone, and said with a natural expression: For such a work, of course you need to use a better frame!

Gan!

The confidence of the rich woman's speech is different, as long as you are happy.

The living room was still in a mess, so I handed her the business card left by Aunt Cleaning yesterday.

Qin Yu ordered two takeaways, Let's go first, there are still things to do today!

Yeah. Shaman nodded, and said hesitantly, Remember to come to me when you have time.

Watching her pretending to be calm, with her arms folded around her chest, standing there admiring the embarrassment she turned into.

Qin Yu folded his body and hugged her, then kissed her on the forehead, Yes, if you want me to send me WeChat!

The elevator doors closed, and the statue-like Shaman lowered her hands.

Taking a few quick breaths, he straightened up and touched the kissed spot on his forehead with his hand.

Looking at the performance paintings on the wall again, the expression is a little more intoxicated with happiness.

Everyone has their own definition of happiness.

Shaman's happiness is being able to be with the people she likes and doing simple and interesting things.

There is no need to consider secular eyes, the other party's identity, origin, family and other factors.

Those things are too much trouble for her, all she wants is pure pleasure, nothing more!