# Chapter 137: The Painting Woman's Performance
"Do you want it?" Xu Huo asked the Painting Woman.
The Painting Woman's performance today had truly surprised him. Aside from changing her appearance, moving between walls, and searching for photos, she had shown no aggression. He never expected that when she actually made a move, her clean, decisive, and cold demeanor would perfectly demonstrate the ruthless nature of the prop.
The Painting Woman had an adult body but lacked complete thinking ability. She had been learning and imitating humans, and although she was making rapid progress, she still carried an innocent yet ignorant cruelty.
The Painting Woman shook her head, then pointed at him, meaning it was for him.
Xu Huo put away the metal block and reached out to wipe the blood off her face. "Thank you for earlier."
Without her help, he might not have been able to kill Qi Shan and force Brother Feng to flee.
The Painting Woman raised her face with a smile and warmly came over to take his arm, but as usual, she was pushed away by him pressing on her forehead.
She pouted and glared at him.
"I didn't expect Sister Li Chun to be a player too, and so powerful!" Wang Chaoqing ingratiated himself by moving closer. "Brother Xu doesn't appreciate it, that's fine. I'm here."
The Painting Woman rolled her eyes and took out her phone. On the screen were two enlarged characters — "Idiot."
"Stop learning bad things," Xu Huo said from the side.
The Painting Woman immediately changed it to "Dummy."
"Um, bro, do you have any more antidote?" Wang Chaoqing remembered clearly that Xu Huo had not only used the antidote to save himself in Decibel Town but had also saved Gu Yu and the other two. He thought there should be some left. If it were him, he definitely wouldn't have used it all.
Xu Huo's control over his body was now more refined. The small wounds on his back were slowly healing, and the numbing sensation from the toxin showed signs of receding.
Alien toxin was, after all, a kind of evolutionary toxin. Perhaps the S-version injection that compensated for evolutionary defects had caused his body to produce antibodies, so the poison hadn't fully invaded his bloodstream.
He currently felt no discomfort, but whether he could truly be immune to this toxin would need to be confirmed later.
"The antidote is really gone." He turned to scan Wang Chaoqing, the Duckbill Hat, and the others who had been injured by the bombs, then raised his voice and said, "You can ask the government for help after we get out."
Wang Chaoqing looked disappointed but didn't say much more.
The Duckbill Hat walked over to them and said apologetically, "Mr. Xu, I'm really sorry about earlier. Not only did I not help, but I almost held you back."
"It's nothing." Xu Huo put away the prop and walked to the center of the turntable, staring at the pointer that was about to stop on the ground, then stepped inside again.
The Duckbill Hat, standing outside, said with both admiration and shame, "Thanks to Mr. Xu, otherwise it would have been hard for us to escape today."
Wang Chaoqing, however, didn't quite believe they could really escape from an advanced player's prop. His eyes darted around, and he put his arm around the Duckbill Hat's shoulder, lowering his voice. "We saved your life. Aren't you going to thank us?"
The Duckbill Hat smiled good-naturedly. "Let me be clear first, I don't have a ticket. If I did, I would have left myself."
A ticket could allow escape from here. This was not only clearly stated by Xu Huo and the others but also verified by the outside players.
Wang Chaoqing immediately pulled a long face and distanced himself.
The Duckbill Hat touched his hat, then turned to the Painting Woman, pulling out two wet wipes for her. "Do you want to wipe your hands?"
The Painting Woman was just worrying about the blood on her hands getting on her phone. Seeing this, she smiled. But at that moment, the woman holding the child came over with two bottles of mineral water. "Miss, use this to wash. It's clean, hasn't been drunk."
The outstretched hand changed direction mid-way to take the mineral water. The Painting Woman used one bottle to wash her hands and poured the other over her face. When she finished, she looked at the woman.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to give her the remaining bottle as well.
This time, the Painting Woman took off her top and rinsed her body. Her well-proportioned figure made the two men nearby stare straight. The woman quickly spread her arms to shield her.
Although undressing in public was a bit shocking, the Painting Woman's clothes were covered in blood and uncomfortable to wear, so others could understand. Someone else took out spare clothes from a child's bag and offered them to her, even if it was just a crop top.
However, the Painting Woman waved her hand, looked around, then raised her hand. She peeled a poster off the mall, rolled it up in mid-air, flew into a clothing store, grabbed a dress, and changed into it.
"Wow! Big sister is amazing!" The little girl clapped.
The Painting Woman smiled happily, then went to the cinema and brought back two cases of drinks.
Compared to other turntables, the crisis on their turntable had basically been resolved. The hostage-takers were either dead or gone, and Xu Huo alone could handle the life-or-death game without needing them to sacrifice themselves. So everyone relaxed and let go of the children's hands.
As soon as the children saw that the Painting Woman could use paper like a flying carpet to transport things over, they immediately gathered around her. "Big sister, big sister, I want the biggest toy!"
"Big sister, big sister, I'm hungry!"
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Ten minutes later, when Xu Huo came out of the life-or-death game, the turntable had completely changed. Not only was the edge surrounded by child safety barriers, but there were also various drinks and toys. Even a popcorn machine had been brought in. Some elderly men and women were gathered around the Painting Woman, asking her to help them get jewelry.
"Shoo, shoo, I've never seen such opportunists." The Duckbill Hat tried to drive them away. A few refused to leave, but when they saw Xu Huo walking over, they all lowered their heads.
The Painting Woman typed on her phone, asking Xu Huo if he wanted her to help them get the jewelry.
"Do you want to help them?" Xu Huo didn't answer but asked instead.
The Painting Woman thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"Then don't help."
Xu Huo didn't explain why, and the Painting Woman didn't ask. After getting her answer, she happily stopped thinking about the issue and went to play with the children.
"Pay the merchants back later," Xu Huo said to the parents.
"We will, we will," a group of people quickly promised.
"Brother Xu, how much longer do we have to wait?" Wang Chaoqing said with a worried face, hinting that he should fulfill his promise. "No one's coming to save us. What if the life-or-death game changes again, or a few more players show up? Are we just waiting to die here?"
Xu Huo glanced at him. "Carrying alien toxin into an instance, aren't you afraid of dying from the poison?"
Wang Chaoqing shuddered. "Then I'd better wait. With you here, it'll be fine."
Xu Huo took out his phone and dialed the rescue number released by the government, but it was busy.
Earlier, he had seen many people secretly filming videos and making calls, but no one had come yet. It seemed the situation wasn't optimistic.
And the official platform, nearly an hour ago, had released the message "Not moving the pointer allows survival from the life-or-death game," but there had been no further progress. On the contrary, more and more accidents were occurring, especially in the skyscrapers. The dead were being transported away by vehicles.
"It seems no one has successfully left the black-and-white turntable so far."
He checked the time and said to Wang Chaoqing, "Keep calling for help until you get through."
After speaking, he entered the life-or-death game again.
Looking at the familiar turntable, he simply sat down.
He had tried every possible method. The prop "Seeking Death Rather Than Life" was indeed powerful, but if there was a real way to break it, the only one he could think of at the moment was this.
Brother Feng and the others had mentioned that on multiples of twelve, the chances of obtaining a survival opportunity in the life-or-death game increased. This information might not be accurate, but it gave him a new line of thought.
Since not moving the pointer was the way to survive the life-or-death game, what if, by continuously not moving the pointer, the multi-player life-or-death game would determine that the game participant had won?