Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 333 - 327: Nightingale and Rose 29

Josh nodded, "It was Lord Rose who let us come to rent art tools for painting."

Footsteps sounded inside the room: "I see, here are all the art tools, feel free to use them, just don’t damage anything."

They didn’t expect it to go smoothly like that.

Many people showed signs of delight on their faces.

Josh and Yuze exchanged glances, not sensing anything unusual, but from their experience, it shouldn’t be so easy to borrow them.

Otherwise, would such a scary art studio merely open for business?

Many players rushed forward and picked up the art tools to start painting.

Josh frowned slightly, if only it were that simple.

Xue Guo was about to make a move, but seeing Josh remain still, subconsciously stopped as well.

Sun Qimeng asked, "Captain, they’re all off to paint, shouldn’t we go too?"

Xue Guo looked in the direction of Josh: "Let’s wait a bit."

Some experienced old players noticed that the trio from Golden Shit Stirrer hadn’t moved and stayed put, not rushing to touch the easels.

"Why not paint? Didn’t you want to rent them?" the effeminate man’s voice sounded again.

Josh curiously asked, "We haven’t settled the rent cost for using your space and tools."

"Tch... it’s simple, just leave your hearts as collateral, and that’s it." The man’s voice was cold and breezy, like a water snake, chilling and wrapping around people, sending shivers down their spines.

Upon hearing this, the players who had started to draw instantly changed their expressions and hastily dropped the tools.

"No more painting!"

"What the hell, without a heart, who’s going to paint!"

The man’s voice rose again, now tinged heavily with displeasure: "What? Touched my stuff and now don’t want it? Is there such a cheap deal?"

The air in the studio instantly dropped to freezing point.

Screams of horror echoed.

From those who had touched the tools, came a muffled bang.

They painfully clutched their hearts, their eyes filled with fear, pain, and disbelief, finally collapsing slowly, their complexion turning bluish-black.

Josh frowned slightly, asking, "Can we use something else as collateral?"

"No, if sir doesn’t have sincerity, then why rent my things?"

Yuze sternly said, "What? It was Lord Rose who let us paint, are you planning to defy Lord Rose? Letting us paint was Lord Rose’s command, but you intend to let us die here, not letting Lord Rose see our paintings, do you have a grudge against him?"

"Uh... of course not! I don’t! How could I be disrespectful to Lord Rose? Don’t talk nonsense!"

Josh seized the opportunity: "We only have some funds we can offer you, if it doesn’t work, I’m afraid we have to invite Lord Rose personally to discuss with you."

"You!" The person was infuriated and ashamed.

A chilling gust aimed directly at Josh’s forehead.

She sensed it acutely and stepped aside to avoid it.

The plaster sculpture behind her fell to the ground in response.

Yuze’s eyes instantly darkened, like a brewing storm.

"Hmph! Let it be, you can use them, just give me ten Gold Coins each." The man finally relented.

Josh nodded, "Alright, ten Gold Coins."

They took the easels, began fiddling with the painting tools, the others followed suit and started touching the art tools.

Initially uncertain about how to start, the moment Josh took the brush, a familiar feeling surged in her mind, as if she had studied painting for decades, knowing what to begin with even before she started.

Others also began sketching on the paper seemingly the same way.

Josh felt a bit troubled, painting someone she liked?

She thought she didn’t have anyone she liked; her only intention was to become a god and leave this world, she never considered liking anyone, perhaps she’d miss the Mermaid King and Yuze.

All players stood at their easels focused on their artwork, seeming confident of what they intended to create.

Josh gritted her teeth, and drew someone randomly.

With no reference, she closed her eyes, tried recalling Yuze’s likeness, painting the scene that emerged in her mind.

Josh was the last to start but indeed the first to finish a painting.

She tore off the paper, just as she was about to speak, realizing that the plaster liquid had unknowingly wrapped around her feet, gluing her firmly, unable to move.

Not only that, but she couldn’t make any sounds.

Everyone else was immersed in their painting world, heads down, undiscerning of the oddity.

Josh looked at Yuze, saw the plaster continually accumulating at his feet, thicker and thicker.

Not just them, everyone else was the same.

Josh’s heart sank, realizing the situation wouldn’t be that simple, she was too careless.

She tried moving her legs, discovering they were fixed, unable to shift at all.

"Don’t struggle~" the man’s voice suddenly echoed from behind, carrying an eerie coldness.

Like a corpse whispering close by her ear.

Josh’s skin crawled with goosebumps, she swiftly moved aside.

The man chuckled darkly, "You really resemble my wife, she was ticklish like you. However, since making her a plaster sculpture, she hasn’t been as lively."

Josh frowned, "The town reveres love, yet you dared to make your wife a plaster sculpture, aren’t you afraid Lord Rose will blame you for desecrating love?"

The man laughed as if hearing the world’s biggest joke: "Desecrating love? In this town, no one cherishes love more than I do."

"It’s because I love her that I made her into plaster, so she can stay forever young by my side."

"I’ll eternally love her youthful body, adore her full and beautiful face; she’ll always accompany me, our love like the plaster sculpture, lasting forever."

Josh discreetly summoned her weapon, eyeing the shadow on the ground.

The man stood behind her, if only her Spider Silk was fast enough.

"Little one, don’t try to challenge me~ it’ll be a miserable end."

Her Spider Silk was actually restrained!

Josh was startled, forcing herself to stay calm.

Seeing her more submissive, satisfaction flashed across his eyes: "Actually there’s nothing to worry or fear; your companions will become sculptures alongside you, you won’t be lonely. Look at what you painted, don’t you like him? He likes you too, if I make you both into sculptures, you’ll accompany each other forever, no fear of being torn apart outside, nothing is more fitting to preserve love than my plaster!"

Josh silently scoffed, hearing such twisted reasoning for the first time.

But this person clearly had some skills.

Besides her, almost everyone here was absorbed in painting, unaware of what was underfoot, by the time they realized something wrong, the plaster might have reached their upper bodies.