Vоlumе 1 Сhаpter 7 jхууzуq1204
“Lеmon White’s” livestrеаm room.
А holy сhurсh, а dеmоn drаpеd in rаdiаncе, sprеading white wings аs if tо breаk freе frоm its shаcklеs.
Вehind it liеs а dеfеаtеd, grоtesquе angеl, wings tаttered and incоmplеte, аmidst а сhаotic mеss of bloоdstаins. Еуes sсattеred evеrуwhеrе glоw with an еerie light, staring fiхеdlу аt thе viewers beуоnd thе scrеen—tеrrifying, dreаdful, аnd sаnitу-draining.
Thе livеstream rоom onlу рlауed fаint, gеntle music, with no commentarу whatsоеvеr. Yеt, with еverу stroke of thе brush, the bullеt cоmments flеw by rapidly.
[Oh my god, why am I watching this late at night? It’s truly “healing.”]
[The details here are absolutely insane. Why do I have chills down my spine?]
[The angel is so horrifically ugly, no wonder God’s first words to humans were, “Do not be afraid, child.” Guess if I’m scared or not?]
[This is supposed to be an immersive painting livestream, so why does it feel like I’m watching a horror movie?]
While the bullet comments exchanged, those slender fingers never stopped, refining the already intricate details to make them even more terrifying.
Suddenly, the brush shifted, sketching a mutilated tentacle amidst the bloodstains on the ground.
[Crying, Mengmeng still loves octopuses so much.]
[The more you think about it, the scarier it gets. Mengmeng has never denied that I’m her partner… Sorry, I forgot the rest.]
[Damn! This octopus didn’t even have a sketch outline. Where did it come from? How can it be so effortlessly drawn? One slight tremor and the whole thing would be ruined.]
[Great, amateurs watch for the spectacle, while the pros are already sweating bullets.]
[Such divine talent, truly terrifying!]
[Discussing the love-hate relationship between Lemon God and octopuses, I thought watching Mengmeng torment octopuses was my niche hobby.]
[No way, I love eating octopus the most. Wife, please don’t paint them into extinction.]
[To the person above, Mengmeng only paints them, but you eat them. Who’s more evil?]
Jiang Xining was at her most focused while painting. Even though the livestream’s viewership had surpassed 100,000, she remained undistracted, meticulously applying paint with delicate strokes.
In truth, Jiang Xining’s greatest strength wasn’t portraiture but large-scale horror scenes.
Zombie-filled train carriages, faceless girls, ragdoll dolls…
She especially loved octopuses, all kinds of octopuses!
But in her paintings, octopuses never met a good end—either in the mouths of zombies or torn apart and held in pieces by girls…
If it were just an ordinary horror painting livestream with no sound, it certainly wouldn’t attract so many viewers. However, the audience gradually discovered that no matter how terrifying “Lemon White’s” paintings were, her livestream was never banned. She also didn’t enable gift donations, purely focusing on scaring people.
Most importantly, once, due to an operational error, the camera captured most of Jiang Xining’s face. Her beauty was breathtaking, awe-inspiring.
How can someone paint so brilliantly and also look so stunning? Damn!
It’s like the real-life version of Beauty and the Beast.
So, beneath a beauty’s skin lies such a “dark” heart. Thanks, I finally feel balanced.
Since then, every Tuesday and Friday, her livestream room was always packed with a dense crowd of insomniacs—half of them seasoned perverts, while the other half would turn into seasoned perverts by the next livestream, drooling over the sanity-draining horror scenes.
[Hehe, my beautiful wife…]
[You scoundrel, that’s clearly my wife!]The barrage of comments was scrolling too fast to read clearly. Time ticked by, and as the final stroke of the brush was completed, the entire painting gradually took shape.
The camera shook slightly, capturing the massive artwork that covered most of the wall.
The angel was grotesque, the demon was holy, light and darkness, white and black—the impact was undeniably intense.
【!! Worship the master!】
【Here we go, Mengmeng is about to start giving away money again.】
“Lemon White” only streamed twice a week, for two hours each time. A single painting took several months to complete. Previously, she would raffle off her finished works to lucky fans.
But ever since one incident nearly scared a fan into a heart attack, she stopped giving them away.
It was all a misunderstanding. That fan was a die-hard supporter, overjoyed when she learned she had been chosen, practically burning incense in celebration. But the moment she unrolled the painting, she realized she had overestimated her tolerance.
This “Lord Ye’s love of dragons” type of admiration, combined with the terrifying impact far stronger than viewing it through a screen, successfully scared the young girl into a rapid heartbeat, nearly causing her to collapse at home.
After learning about this, Jiang Xining felt guilty for a long time. So now, she expressed her gratitude to fans by raffling off cash instead.
【I’m ready, Mengmeng, feel free to humiliate me with money!】
That was a full 50,000 yuan—a huge sum, so generous!
Soon, a “lucky bag” appeared at the top of the screen. Anyone who had watched the stream for five minutes was eligible for the draw.
Everyone stared as the countdown began: 2 seconds, 1 second, and finally, a notification popped up: 【Congratulations to user jxyyzyq1204 for winning the lucky bag—50,000 yuan in cash.】
The barrage erupted again with playful commiseration. 【This guy’s username is way too random, probably system-generated. I should’ve changed mine too.】
It was almost 10 o’clock, and if she didn’t wash up and rest soon, her sister would come to drag her away.
Just as Jiang Xining was about to open the private messages to transfer the money, she saw a comment flash across the screen: 【Thanks, Mengmeng, but I’d like the original painting instead of the cash.】
Lucky viewers had a brief golden, bold identifier, making them easy to spot.
【Oh no, this is a true fan—they don’t even want the money.】
【If you don’t want it, give it to me! I have a family to support and I’m short on cash…】
Jiang Xining naturally saw it too. She hesitated, biting her lip as she typed, 【Aren’t you scared?】
She loved painting these things, but not all fans did. She didn’t want to scare anyone again.
【jxyyzyq1204: Not scared. I’m brave, and I love this kind of stuff. I’ll definitely treasure it.】
The barrage fell silent. 【Dude, your taste is… unique…】
Jiang Xining, however, was delighted. She had finally found someone who understood her. 【Then give me your address, and I’ll mail it to you!】
【jxyyzyq1204: Sure, no rush.】
【Why does that sound so affectionate…】
【Mystery solved! This person definitely wants to get our wife’s attention. You sneaky fake fan!】
Amid the laughter and chatter, the clock struck 10. Jiang Xining turned the camera toward herself, revealing her smiling face, and said her first and last words of the day:
“Thank you, everyone! See you on Friday!”
The more she spoke, the more likely she was to make mistakes. She didn’t want people calling her silly—she just wanted to focus on painting.
Fans had just been hit with her stunning beauty, only for the stream to be mercilessly cut off the next second. The dark screen reflected their own faces, leaving them with nowhere to vent their excitement.
How unfair! Couldn’t she have let them look a little longer? It wasn’t even enough for a clip!