Zhao Xun casually leafed through the other paintings in the magazine, thinking that when they searched the rooms tomorrow, he should check for hidden compartments or secret rooms.
Perhaps the painting was hidden in a secret compartment.
It was a painting that had won the killer an award. The killer ought to have been quite pleased with it, too. He would not have thrown it away, and there was no reason not to keep it in this Ghost House.
It was more likely that he had stored it separately.
Zhao Xun soon finished the entire magazine. With nothing else to do, he turned to look at Little Blue, who was asleep on the bed.
Since he had nothing to do, he might as well find out what special abilities these players had.
He still had four empty slots, anyway. They would not take up space reserved for the abilities he wanted to keep.
With that thought, Zhao Xun reached toward Little Blue.
Before he could do anything, he suddenly felt a sinister presence rushing at him from behind.
Zhao Xun quickly withdrew his hand, turning around at the same time and spreading a thin wall of fire in front of himself.
With [Fire Control] at lv3, fireballs naturally could not be the only form he could produce.
Especially since his [Fire Control lv3] had received a fourfold boost.
Zhao Xun simply liked fireballs, so that was the form he used most often.
Changing the flames into other forms was no problem at all, as long as they did not exceed four times his own body size.
Clearly, his opponent did not know that. The moment the wall of fire formed, his attacker crashed into it, and a piercing scream rang out.
Everyone in the room woke with a start.
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