The Girl in the painting's brief interest didn't last too long. She crouched at Xu Huo's door until he woke up the next morning, then rushed in and said she didn't want the lab anymore because people were too uncontrollable, and they might dirty the floor during the skinning.
Xu Huo paused, "Did you really skin them?"
"Not yet," the Girl in the painting said angrily, "I just tied them up and threw them a few times, and they started crying and screaming, and even used poison gas bombs to attack me!"
Xu Huo relaxed a bit, "Then don't play this anymore in the future, how about challenging Xiao Yuan and them to see who can write more?"
The Girl in the painting's rage disappeared without a trace. She looked everywhere but at Xu Huo, then retreated backward, turning into a piece of paper and slipping out from under the door.
