Soul Painter

The wasteland is cold, barren, and dark.

Walking in it, Gao Fan immediately felt a bone-chilling chill.

Or you can call it the Eternal Ice Field.

Pale white ice and snow, covered with ferns struggling to survive in the extreme cold, stretched far away under Gao Fan's feet, and stretched to a more desolate distance.

This world is so desolate and cold, so that when you are in it, you will immediately think of the distant ancient times before human beings were born...

Huh?

Gao Fan awakens himself.

He returned to Joan Beach in February.

There is still a fiery world in the distance.

But the demon book in his hand called "The Book of the Seven Sages" directly brought his inspiration to another completely strange, desolate and strange place. A barren ice field.

This is... interesting.

Gao Fan was very interested.

I have read "The Invisible Secret Collection" before, that book of demons that can communicate with the invisible son, but it will only drive humans crazy, but the "Book of the Seven Sages" in front of me can be inspired by Gao Fan, leave traces? World building?

Is it because Gao Fan's occultism is high enough, or is it because the demon behind the Book of Seven Sages is relatively low, so that Gao Fan can enter its world? Understand it, read it, touch it, even communicate with it face to face?

Gao Fan looked at the barren ice field that appeared in his inspiration hall with great interest.

Reading "The Book of the Seven Sages" made Gao Fan's shadow appear in the hall of inspiration.

By reading this demon book aloud, Gao Fan can be brought into the eternal ice field.

This should be regarded as an equal exchange, right?

This is Gao Fan's first encounter with a demon who can communicate on an equal footing.

Although the orientation is lower.

Gao Fan unfolded the demon book again and began to read aloud in a low voice.

The barren ice source in his inspiration hall unfolded again, wrapping Gao Fan's inspiration.

This is like the legendary 'spirit out of body'.

But...it's too cold.

Gao Fan was wearing a hoodie that he felt comfortable in the high temperature of over 30 degrees in Hainan. When he arrived here, he immediately felt icy cold. The cold wind blowing on the ice field seemed to pour in through every gap in his clothes, directly freezing his body. bone.

This environment has to be thirty or forty degrees below zero, right?

After Gao Fan walked a few steps, he felt that he was going to be frozen.

He doesn't freeze to death in his own inspiration...his own inspiration...Huh?

Gao Fan suddenly had a funny idea.

He reached out and grabbed it.

He grabbed a fur coat.

Bostno in the Hall of Inspiration, a citizen who was driving in the wind and snow, suddenly felt lighter, and the fur coat on him disappeared. Of course, it would not have any impact on the real city, it was just in Gaofan Just a transfer of inspiration.

magic.

Gao Fan wrapped himself tightly in the fur coat, only feeling warm.

He continued to walk in the wilderness.

The environment gradually darkened.

Gradually, he lost his direction, or, in other words, he had no direction at all, what Gao Fan was heading for was the sign in his inspiration, the path he followed the devil text he recited.

He was like a human being lured into a trap by a demon, walking cautiously in the dark.

The light source around him gradually dimmed to the point where he could not see his fingers.

At the same time, in the howling and whimpering cold wind of the snowy field, there were gradually more strange sounds.

It's the roar of a beast.

It's whispering.

It's a clash of soldiers.

It is a hidden flame that flickers and disappears.

Walking among these weird sounds, Gao Fan realized that those were not illusions, but real existential crises. Mysteries were attacking him. If he allowed these mysteries to reach him, then the inspiration would not be destroyed, but the real The dangers and injuries will, at a certain moment, act on his body or environment in the real world.

Gao Fan reached out to grab it again.

From the abyss of the Hall of Inspiration, he grabbed the strong flashlight that Lu Zhi used back then.

However, when he tried to light up the flashlight in this dark wasteland, he suddenly found that it was broken, and the light beam could not be turned on even if he fiddled with it continuously.

No...the flashlight is not broken.

Looking around at this desolate ice field, feeling the cold wind from ancient times, Gao Fan suddenly realized one thing, that is, in this distant era, the secret of electricity has not been discovered, and humans have not yet mastered it. The secret of light other than fire.

The environmental logic is quite rigorous.

But what about fur coats? Can it be allowed if it does not involve the secrets of science and technology?

Now Govan reaches for the candles and matches he has in the painter's apartment in Bostno.

However, just after it was ignited, it was extinguished by the cold wind blowing from nowhere.

Obviously he needs a lantern more.

But Bostno, at least the Bostno he and Anna recorded in the painting, didn't have this thing.

The environment is getting darker.

And the maliciousness hidden in the dark became more and more obvious.

Gao Fan could almost feel the beast that secretly opened its mouth to him, and smell the stench in its mouth. In this age when human beings have not yet developed wisdom, they are the masters of the world and the overlords of the wasteland.

However, do you think this will stop me?

Gao Fan reached out and grabbed a canvas and a pen.

He began to paint the forms of flames on the canvas.

Soon, there was a burning torch on the canvas.

Colors, lines, and spatial layout are all masterworks. If you add the name of Gao Fan, it can be auctioned at a high price of tens of millions of dollars in the real world. At this moment, waiting for Gao Fan to draw it and ignite it Finally, it becomes a torch that can illuminate the desolate and ice field.

huh~

Gao Fan took out the torch from the painting.

He really had a torch in his hand.

The flames instantly warmed this ice field that seemed to have been untouched for thousands of years.

Gao Fan saw the beast hovering near him.

This is a real beast!

When it lands on all fours, its huge body is as tall as Gao Fan. Its white fur allows it to hide in the environment. The muscles that roll when it walks seem to be pregnant with thunder, and the two long sharp horns that grow out of its mouth, It even reminded Gao Fan of a creature that only exists in textbooks... the saber-toothed tiger.

Aww~

It roared at Gao Fan like a demonstration.

But the never-before-seen flame made it hesitate.

Gao Fan was amazed at its beauty, its streamlined body, explosive muscles, and the supreme arrogance that could hunt any kind of creature, which Gao Fan had never seen in other wild creatures.

Aww...

The saber-toothed tiger chose to leave, and it slowly retreated into the darkness.

Gao Fan glanced at its back and had a hunch that this was not the last meeting between the two sides, so Gao Fan continued on his way.

The environment became dark again.

The light of the torch gradually dimmed, and it was no longer able to illuminate the surroundings.

Gao Fan gradually felt that the darkness in front of him was dense and unfathomable.

He took the brush and drawing board again, and drew a torch again.

The flames came on again.

A warrior in armor suddenly appeared before Gao Fan's eyes.

He was wearing bronze-colored heavy armor, holding a sharp sword in his hand, with a firm face and stern eyes.

Scared...Gao Fan was taken aback by his appearance.

And the armored warrior shouted and asked: "Who are you! How dare you break into the king's bedroom!"

Gao Fan was at a loss as to how to respond, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the texture of the armored warrior's body and his movement of preparing to attack. This attacking posture, like a full bow, as if holding a thunderbolt, must have gone through thousands of troops. Horse fighting can only come out of experience.

At this time, a deep and majestic voice came from behind the armored warrior: "He is the painter I invited."

Gao Fan vaguely saw another tall figure wearing a crown and black robe appearing in the darkness.

The torch light dimmed again.

Chapter Two~