Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

Chapter 202 The Man in the Painting

Since she became conscious, the original owner had lived in a painting of court ladies, and she had never seen anyone like herself.

But she couldn't leave the painting, so she was a little bored.

Later, she was discovered and hung on the wall for people to admire.

Because of the praise and affection people have for her, she can clearly feel her power growing stronger and stronger, and if this continues, she will be able to leave the painting and move around freely.

That's just an ideal idea; what happens when things don't go as planned?

The original owner was deeply in love with the man who had been coming every day recently, praising her in the painting without repeating his own words.

She always spoke loving words to him.

The lonely original owner gradually fell in love with him.

Although every tourist comes to see her, they only take a picture and say a word of praise, but they don't actually stay to see her.

This was the first time someone had stopped for her.

She looked forward to the man's arrival every day, hoping he would just stay by her side quietly.

But the man gradually stopped coming, and his face became increasingly pale and haggard, only coming every few days.

Later on, they only came once every two or three weeks.

Another half month has passed, and the original owner really wants to know what the man is doing, whether he misses her, and whether he likes other paintings.

After all, she is just a painting, and there are many substitutes.

Once again, the man arrived, his face radiating obvious signs of illness.

She lamented that her life was nearing its end and she would no longer be able to stay with the original owner, hoping that the original owner would be alright.

After saying that, the man left, turning back every few steps.

The original owner shook her head in disbelief, desperately trying to get out of the painting and transfer all her spiritual energy to the man.

The man slowly recovered, but the original owner no longer had any lively feeling, and there were even large patches of dirt on the screen, dark and grime that couldn't be wiped off.

The original owner didn't care and hoped that the man would come to see her as before.

But it didn't come; in fact, the painting depreciated in value and was no longer displayed, but put into storage.

She was only able to see a man after her property was devalued and she was bought by the seller and given away.

The man was simply coaxing a woman beside him.

The woman pointed at the original owner and said, "This painting looks just like the one you used to see often, except this one lacks spirit and is also ugly."

“That painting wasn’t much better back then. I would whisper sweet nothings to her every day, talking to a painting. People coming and going almost thought I was crazy. If it weren’t for her being spiritual and having a spiritual power that could help my illness, I wouldn’t have looked at a painting.”

"It's okay once or twice, but after doing it for half a year, I was about to throw up!"

The original owner seemed to understand but not quite, as if she was about to fall asleep at any moment, but she still woke up when she heard the man's words.

But it would be better not to be sober.

Knowing this truth, what does her face and the painting she's in matter?

The original owner was thus abandoned, left to rot in the trash, devoid of spiritual energy, and left to quietly await death.

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"Cough cough cough! I'm about to die. This is the last time I'll see you. I might not be able to see you as often in the future. I hope you'll always be well and forever beautiful."

As Zhao Chi spoke, he reached out to touch the beautiful face in the painting, but then seemed to think he was being presumptuous.

He reached his hand back as if he'd been electrocuted, saying, "If I'm still alive, I'll definitely come to see you."

"How I wish I could live in the same era as you, to see the real you! I would gladly die for that!"

"I'm so unwilling to die like this!"

Zhao Chi beat his chest and stamped his feet, coughing incessantly until he vomited blood. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes still gazing affectionately at the person in the painting, his hand trembling as he waved to the beauty in the air.

His bodyguard immediately called for medical personnel to take Zhao Chi away.

"girl……"

Su Su rolled her eyes. What are you yelling about? If you're dead, you're dead.

All I wanted was the spiritual energy within me; I wanted to live.

Su Su sensed the spiritual energy attached to the painting, as well as the house and flowers in it.

Tilting her head, she heard prepared lines from passersby echoing in her ears, all about how pitiful Zhao Chi was, and how to guide the original owner to transfer spiritual energy to Zhao Chi.

Su Su yawned out of boredom and casually stuck several unlucky charms on passersby, one for each person, just to be fair.

She was just showing off in front of Zhao Chi.

That evening, when the exhibition hall was empty, Su Su used her spiritual energy to emerge from the painting.

Without hesitation, he went straight to Zhao Chi.

Zhao Chi was still discussing things with Yan Fang.

"Is she really capable? If she doesn't work this time, we'll have to find someone else, but they won't have as much spiritual energy."

"Cough cough cough! I really can't stand this broken body!"

Zhao Chi was still complaining, but Yan Fang comforted him, "Don't worry! The master has already calculated it all. We will be together forever."

"I hope so! If I really get better, I will definitely love you well."

Zhao Chi held Yan Fang's hands tightly, his eyes filled with deep affection.

"Let's talk about it when you're better!" Yan Fang turned his face away, not believing Zhao Chi's words at all.

Zhao Chi and Yan Fang were childhood sweethearts, and their families considered them a couple.

Zhao Chi, however, never really liked Yan Fang. Although he was entangled with her, he would also be open with other women and make flirtatious remarks.

It was because he once got drunk and promised one of his lovers that he would love her for life.

He forgot about the hangover as soon as he woke up, but the woman, driven by love turned to hate, clung to Zhao Chi with a death wish.

He was killed by Zhao Chi and Yan Fang.

Before she died, the woman cursed Zhao Chi, wishing him that he would never find love, that he would be terminally ill, and that he would rot in bed forever.

They hadn't cared about these words before, but Zhao Chi suddenly felt uncomfortable.

The doctor couldn't find anything wrong, but the illness was progressing in the manner of cancer.

He encountered some masters who could see Zhao Chi's problem, but they couldn't break the curse at all.

Some of them are scammers.

Yan Fang also seemed to have gone mad, spending money to search for ways to break the mystical curse.

Finally, they encountered an old monk in a deserted temple.

He demanded that Zhao Chi kowtow three times as he walked up the mountain to the temple, but Zhao Chi was already too sick to move.

Yan Fang begged the old monk to let her be the one to beg instead, saying she was willing to endure three times the burden.

After much pleading, the old monk finally agreed.

Yan Fang, watched by Zhao Chi, kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead turning red and purple, bleeding, fainting and waking up again, continuing on.

Zhao Chi finally understood that the person who loved him most in the world was Yan Fang.

He regretted it; he had fallen in love with Yan Fang.

But Yan Fang said that she kowtowed to him, and from then on, all her past feelings were erased, for her hopeless love.

However, Zhao Chi was unwilling to let go, and even unwilling to break the curse or treat his illness, wanting only to stay with Yan Fang.

At Zhao Chi's urging, Yan Fang knew he shouldn't be soft-hearted, but he still turned back to persuade Zhao Chi to get proper treatment.

So every time Zhao Chi finished saying loving words to the original owner, he would turn around and complain about her, and tell Yan Fang that he would love her forever.

Yan Fang knew perfectly well that Zhao Chi was a master of sweet talk, and that she shouldn't have believed him.

But I always soften my heart.

This time was no exception. Zhao Chi saw that Yan Fang's ears were red and knew that he had successfully coaxed him.

"We'll get married once we're better."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them were in a completely different place in the blink of an eye.

They entered the painting.

While I was still wondering about it, Su Su appeared.

"Hi, long time no see!"

"You have become a painting, how wonderful! This way you can live forever and stay together forever, without fear of getting sick or dying."

"I've granted both of your wishes at once, you're welcome!"

Su Su smiled brightly, but even though the painting was treated this way, it was still visible in the painting.

She picked up the painting, printed thousands of copies, and hired several people to stick them on the ground, randomly.

Whenever a vehicle passes by, they experience the feeling of being run over and trampled.

One kick after another, the painting was destroyed, and the people were gone.

The painting is in the person.

There are also vengeful spirits haunting you, and every now and then a little surprise or something will fall from your sight.

Following their memories, Su Su found the dilapidated temple and a sinister old monk.

He was covered in blood, the kind of bloody smell that wouldn't dissipate even after ten kilometers.

Su Su covered her mouth and nose, not caring that old thing who had lived for hundreds of years was still causing trouble even after he died. The temple was gone, yet he still wanted the incense to flourish.

They threw the old man straight into the eighteenth level of hell, making him experience it layer by layer, and he couldn't stop until he was cleansed of his blood sins.

Su Su clapped her hands, and another one was done.

I just want to go back into the painting to rest.

But she sensed that her painting had been taken away.

Su Su, guided by her intuition, found the painting that was being guarded by many people, as well as other things that seemed to possess sentience.

For example, embroidered shoes, hairpins, and inkstones, etc.

"You're back? Where have you been these past few days?"

A spirit child shaped like an embroidered ball approached and spoke enthusiastically to Su Su.

"Let's play!"

"Excuse me, what's your name? We had a reason for bringing your painting here." A mature and beautiful woman covered the child's mouth, gesturing for her to leave. She and Su Su had something important to discuss.

“苏酥！”

"Hello, Miss Su. The Heavenly Eye suddenly detected that you came out of the painting, which proves that you have complete freedom of action and will. You need to be approved by the Dragon Group before you can have the identity to walk outside."

Su Su nodded and cooperated with them.

Although they asked where Zhao Chi and Yan Fang were, and where they had been these past two days.

Su Su didn't care about their conspiracy or the old monk's scheme against her, who wanted to obtain her original spiritual power through Zhao Chi.

She thought she wouldn't be able to leave, that she would sleep in the painting for decades, and that she would go to another world.

The world is just beginning to recover its spiritual energy, and now is a crucial time. Su Su cannot let Qi Qi take her away, otherwise it will disrupt the small world's upgrade.

However, Su Su obtained the qualification certificate and was invited to deal with the unspeakable things that appeared when spiritual energy revived.

Little Heavenly Dao was also crying in Su Su's ear, hoping that Su Su would agree.

Humans have no set methods of practice; they can only learn through trial and error.

After a bunch of good things came from the Seven Seven Pit, Su Su agreed to teach humans how to cultivate.

They collected things that had developed spiritual consciousness throughout history, organized them, and established an administration bureau.

From then on, she felt much more at ease and only intervened in major matters.

And he wandered around for more than a decade until he was finally able to leave.