Chapter 33: A Delayed Reaction?
Yu Sheng pondered over the fact that his blood didn’t seem to affect Irene. Perhaps the oil painting that served as her seal prevented the blood from seeping through, or maybe Irene, being a doll, was simply immune to its effects. More likely, Foxy was the only exception who had been influenced.
After waiting for quite some time with nothing happening, Irene grew impatient inside the painting. She looked up toward the top of the frame and grumbled, “Well, why don’t you wipe off the blood? This is where I live, after all. Having so much blood on it isn’t exactly… auspicious.”
Yu Sheng sighed. “You’re a creepy doll sealed inside an oil painting, and you’re worried about that? Just having you here is inauspicious enough, don’t you think?”
Irene huffed indignantly. “Who says I’m inauspicious? I’m so good-looking; how could I bring bad luck? Some people have entire walls covered with plastic figurines in their rooms. You’ve got an oil painting of a beautiful girl leaning against the wall, and you’re complaining it’s inauspicious?!”
Yu Sheng blinked, momentarily speechless. He couldn’t fathom how she managed to string all that together in one breath.
Shaking his head, he muttered, “That’s not the same,” as he stood up to grab a wet wipe, intending to clean the blood off the frame.
But the blood wouldn’t come off.
He paused, puzzled. The wet wipe had no effect. He rubbed harder on the frame (though he was careful not to press too hard on the canvas itself, lest he damage it), but the bloodstains remained stubbornly in place.