Miracle Infant

"Be careful. Don't wake it. Let's keep moving forward and take a look."

As Colin cautioned her, he pulled Little Girl onward. More and more brown willow branches could be seen within the canvas.

They were densely packed, nearly filling the worlds within those oil paintings.

A powerful mental interference also permeated the space, bringing an overwhelming sense of drowsiness.

Under this mental interference, most aberrant lifeforms had become less active, as though they were asleep.

"If nothing unexpected happens, mental interference of this level must be a Great Miracle."

Colin looked toward the depths of the corridor. Within the concealed darkness, he seemed able to glimpse some terrifying thing slumbering there.

But he did not look for long. These creatures were extremely sensitive to being watched, and a moment of carelessness might draw the aberrant lifeforms' attention.

The two carefully felt their way along the vines, gradually hearing a soft humming. The sound seemed to be soothing something. Chaotic and indistinct, it sounded somewhat like a bizarre nursery rhyme.

After hearing it, Colin felt the heavy exhaustion weighing on him grow stronger and stronger.

It was obvious that this unusual mental influence came from the eerie female humming.

Fortunately, by circulating Secret Power through his brain and strengthening his soul and mental defenses, he could still handle these minor troubles.

As for Little Girl, judging by her expression, she was unaffected. She even seemed inclined to hum along.

Finally, after another ten-odd minutes, they saw the end of the corridor.

And there, they saw an oil painting that seemed to be the painter's final work before his death.

"No, the content of this painting is..."

Colin frowned at the sight ahead. A massive painting hung on the wall at the end of the corridor. Within it seemed to be