The Painter's Panicked Flight

Wait...

He suddenly realized that all of this might have something to do with Time Stop. After all, he had touched the Black Substance while time was frozen.

Yet the Black Substance had ignored Time Stop and transformed into the Sky-Piercing Black Tree.

That meant that if he wanted to unravel the mystery of the Black Substance, he might only be able to do so while time was frozen.

At that thought, it felt as if countless claws were scratching at his heart, leaving him unbearably restless.

After his battle with Yang Jie, his time had fucking run out again. He only had three seconds left, so he definitely couldn't waste them investigating the secret of the Black Substance. He could only wait!

At the summit of Black Mountain.

The Painter stared dumbfoundedly at the canvas before him. The scarlet figure painted upon it had already vanished.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, looked at the canvas again, then rubbed and looked again. After repeating this several times, he had even rubbed out tears.

"I didn't expect you and the Tyrant to be so close. He died, and you actually cried for him?" Gu Huangquan said expressionlessly from the side.

"I'm really curious. Just how much did Apocalypse Corporation pay you to make you accept a job to kill your beloved friend and family?"

The Painter wiped away his tears, his eyes red as he said solemnly, "This isn't the time for jokes. The Tyrant is dead."

"Mm, I saw him disappear from the canvas." Gu Huangquan nodded.

"I didn't do it."

Gu Huangquan fell silent.

After a long while, he asked, "Was it someone outside the script?"

The Painter nodded gravely. "Do you know what that means?"

"It means you can collect the remaining payment from Apocalypse