coobybook Chapter 336: Abyss Art Museum (Part 8)
Chapter 336: Abyss Art Museum (Part 8)
Chapter 336: Abyss Art Museum (Part )
The next painting is "Master and Apprentice", in which a man wearing a black uniform, a cowboy hat, and holding a long whip made of abyssal tentacles is looking gently at the girl in black who is operating a machine.
[Embarker: It's the "teaching stick" and the "puppet master."]
[The Prophet: The Tragedy of Abyss III...]
[Priest: Honestly, I've been wanting to complain about the configuration of Abyss III for a while now. The "Teacher" and the "Puppet Master" have a deep relationship as mentor and apprentice, the "Observer" shirks his duties after seeing the true nature of the Abyss, and the "Playful Life" backfires and screws both mentor and apprentice.]
[Explorer: I couldn't hold it.]
[Cowboy: So Abyss Three was essentially wiped out, while the Abyss creatures that crossed over are now being used as works of art.]
[Bartender: Time to pay tribute to Egg, who worked all night to create his painting. Everyone, raise your glasses!]
[Doctor: Stop, stop, stop. Egg has been up all night for several days and can't drink.]
[Prisoner: It's okay, Egg just lie down, let's drink, yeah! Look at me chugging it down~]
[Hermit: Don't drink too much. I still have information to sort out tomorrow.]
[Gravekeeper: What's that red thing in Luca's cup?]
[Bartender: I made him a special drink, a Bloody Mary, with tomato juice, pepper and other ingredients.]
[Aviator: This texture... doesn't look like a tomato at all. Why is it so oily?]
[Antique Dealer: Has anyone seen the spicy black bean sauce I bought? I just put it in the kitchen, right next to the ketchup.]
[Bartender: ...]
[Prospector: Demi, how much sauce did you add?]
[Painter: Don’t die in front of me!]
[Gardener: Emily!]
[Doctor: So it wasn't the alcohol that knocked you out, but the hot sauce?]
[Soul of the Umbrella (Black): Oh, our hot sauce and red pepper sauce are different.]
[Soul of the Umbrella (White): I suggest you prescribe some anti-inflammatory medicine. I'm afraid Luca's throat may be in danger.]
[Prisoner: Cough! Cough... Cough! Woo-woo-woo!]
[Mechanic: Hey hey hey, here comes the water!]
Seeing the chaotic scene in his mind, the undertaker chose to turn off the microphone and watch the show, while staring at Vermouth who was admiring the painting.
"This painting is quite warm and a very everyday painting," commented Vermouth.
Passing through the gallery, there is another new exhibition hall where a large number of porcelain and bone products are displayed.
"The shattered porcelain figure truly has the texture of porcelain. It's incredible that porcelain can be fired into the likeness of such an oriental beauty." Vermouth asked the undertaker beside her while admiring the artwork. "So, are there any abyssal creatures here?"
The undertaker examined the statue carefully and shook his head.
When Vermouth turned around and was about to go to another display case, she suddenly saw a dark shadow rushing out from the corner. Although she couldn't see clearly what it was, from the appearance, it looked like a small blue flower.
That is actually the "Flower from Another World", also a product of the abyss, but it looks a little cuter.
The flower from another world ran straight to the second floor, and Vermouth immediately followed.
The second floor is much more spacious than the first floor. There is no independent exhibition hall, only sculptures placed on both sides of the road.
Vermouth looked at the sculptures, some happy, some angry, some sad, and all of them seemed to depict the same woman.
This is probably a woman who works in the dancing industry. Vermouth saw a statue of a woman wearing dancing shoes and dancing. The woman's dance steps are beautiful, but the only flaw is that this woman with graceful dancing posture does not have a perfect face.
The statues clearly show the woman's face, which has an ugly scar that even covers one of her eyes.
Vermouth continued to walk forward, and the statues on both sides changed accordingly. The dancing woman seemed to be worried about her appearance, and the scars on her face remained, until the face of one statue changed.
Flowers and vines replaced the woman's scars, blooming on half of her face. She was radiant and dazzling. She became confident and no longer worried about her appearance.
Next, there is a statue that is almost twice the size of the other statues, depicting a woman holding flowers in one hand and a book of poetry in the other, accepting the praise of the crowd.
The name "Flower of Evil" is written at the bottom of the statue.
Vermouth pondered, "'Flowers of Evil' is indeed a collection of poetry, but these statues seem to describe this woman's experience? Her journey from anxiety about her appearance to confidence after a makeover?"
"No, the artist of these statues seems to have been very concerned about this woman. It would be difficult for a disfigured person to appear on stage or become a model for a sculpture."
"Or maybe it has something to do with the flowers on her face?" Vermouth looked at the flowers carved on the sculpture's face.
The undertaker walked past Vermouth and pointed to a curtain not far away: "It looks like there is something over there."
There is probably a statue under the curtain, but this statue is quite huge. Not only is it placed at the end of the road and in the center of the room, it is even covered with a curtain to block out dust.
Vermouth tore off the curtain, and a huge statue appeared in front of the two.
The statue still depicts the same woman, but this time, she's wearing a dance dress made of countless twisted tentacles. She stands on tiptoe, but beneath her feet are countless surging tentacles; she raises her hand, but the tentacles are already climbing up her neck and onto her arms.
Tentacles also appeared on the woman's face. Where there should have been vines and flowers, they had now turned into twisted tentacles. These tentacles even seemed to be rooted in the woman's head and then growing outward.
Vermouth was astonished by this art from the abyss. Pointing at the statue, she said, "These tentacles again! Are they representing the abyss?"
"Or perhaps this artist was inspired by the abyss, creating this 'art' that is almost impossible to evaluate using normal aesthetic standards?"
Suddenly, Vermouth thought of an extremely terrifying possibility, that is, the artist and this woman have always been exploiting each other.
The artist used the abyss to transform the woman and used her as his source of inspiration; the woman used the artist to restore her appearance and win the admiration and praise of the crowd.
Although Vermouth didn't know what the result of their cooperation would be, she could still guess a little.
Either the artist's inspiration ran out and the woman had lost her usefulness to him, so he abandoned her after creating this last statue; or the woman took all the wealth and fame into her own pocket, and after using the artist, she cruelly abandoned him.
"Tsk tsk, this kind of exploitation will not have good results." Vermouth sighed to herself.
At this moment, Vermouth was surprised to find that the largest statue was making a cracking sound. A closer look revealed that cracks had appeared on the neck and arms of the woman on the statue, and fine cracks were spreading rapidly.
But when the crack widened, what fell from the gap was not stone fragments, but the tentacles of the abyss that drilled out of the body of the statue.
A large number of tentacles emerged from the cracks, and the eyes of the woman in the statue were also pushed open by the tentacles. After waving in the air for a while, the tentacles pounced towards Vermouth as if they had found their prey.