Soul Painter

Bostno large and small hospitals.

Gao Fan turned everything around.

Everyone knew the painter, someone asked him if he was sick, someone asked if he was visiting someone.

Gao Fan shook his head, saying that he was just here for a stroll.

Come to the hospital for a stroll, as expected of a painter.

"Has the number of patients increased in the past two days?"

Facing the painter's question, the medical staff shook their heads, saying that everything was about the same as before.

Gao Fan still didn't believe it, so he asked Anna to drive him around the streets and alleys of Bostno for several times. What he saw was a detailed and peaceful daily scene. It's May, and the warm wind brought by the Gulf Stream is already humid The entire seaside city was covered, and tourists began to come in large numbers, and all the scenes were full of vitality, not to mention dead bodies, not even a cough and cold.

In other words, although Gao Fan was in the Hall of Inspiration, he used 3 million Bostonians to impact the lunar scene being explored.

And there were heavy casualties.

But the reality of Boston was unaffected.

This is in stark contrast to Gao Fan's seven-day hospital stay when he was pierced by a spider girl's claw in his heart.

Discrimination...

Gao Fan thought that the last time he used Boston to attack Mao Zhou, who had mutated into a flower tree, he hadn't heard of any disasters or changes in Boston.

So... it's a question of mysterious concentration, right?

Gao Fan understood something.

At present, Gao Fan is the only existence that can experience the three dimensions of reality, inspiration hall, and inspiration fragments.

If you regard Gao Fan's sense of presence as 100%.

Then the 3 million Boston residents, especially the 2.9 million radiated by blood, their sense of existence is probably... well, less than 0.1%.

This sense of existence should be equal to: (distortion + world) X mysticism.

The skill determines the base, and the mysterious concentration determines the multiple.

At the same time, this formula is also a formula for drawing a human being or a creature into the hall of Gao Fan's inspiration.

For the specific calculation, Gao Fan had to turn to Anna for help.

But the three million Boston residents have used a total of 15,000 occult points, and the average for each person is only 0.005 points, which is less than 1 occult point.

Therefore, their sense of existence is like a phantom.

Similarly, the damage mysteriously fed back to them is almost nothing.

The so-called three million is an imaginary number that cannot be more imaginary.

...

Before Gao Fan started his second attempt to understand the mystery represented by the lunar soil.

Lawrence found him.

Regarding Gao Fan's sudden hospitalization, Lawrence was very nervous, and he is not ignorant of the mystery behind Gao Fan now - that is too shameful of Lawrence's identity as a manager and the shrewd mind of an outstanding businessman.

"Little brother, I hope you take care of yourself. Of course, this may be nonsense. You have a reason to take an 'adventure'. It can even be said that the unparalleled achievements and status you have achieved in the field of painting today are all related to your adventure. Related, but what I want to say is, I can help you," Lawrence said.

"Thank you very much, but I don't think you can really help me, it will only bring you trouble, you better know nothing about my 'adventure'." Gao Fan shook his head.

The mysterious world is vast and boundless, and any human existence will be diluted into it, or even swallowed. Gao Fan dared to explore in it relying on the existence of the silver key. What can Lawrence do for him?

"It seems that you have really encountered some trouble." Lawrence sighed, and then he handed a business card to Gao Fan.

Gao Fan saw the letters 'Academi' and a string of phone numbers on the business card.

"Blackwater, I believe you understand that although the incident in Iraq has made them notorious, they are indeed a relatively trustworthy private armed force." Lawrence said, "Can they help you?"

"I think... hmm?"

Gao Fan originally thought that in this world, no private armed force could compare to the gravediggers and the sons and daughters of Lachette. Even the Blackwater Company can only be famous in the human society on the bright side. In the dark world, they can't do anything...but not necessarily.

What if Gao Fan painted these mercenaries armed to the teeth into Gao Fan's inspiration hall?

They are just ordinary people, and the skill and mystery needed to describe them should be similar to that of an ordinary Bostno citizen. After Gao Fan painted them into the Hall of Inspiration, the power they can exert is far greater than that of an ordinary Bostno citizen. .

There is a show!

Gao Fan immediately became excited.

He found a path, a path to strengthen his own mysterious power.

"Can help!" Gao Fan said to Lawrence with bright eyes, "Could you help me hire a hundred people right away... No, why not invite some world champions, boxers, and winners of indiscriminate fighting competitions to help me?" Did I find them?"

Psychopaths have broad minds.

From this point of view, Gao Fan immediately thought of those ordinary human beings with powerful force values, but it is a pity that Gao Fan can only draw living people, otherwise if he draws Lu Bu, wouldn't he be invincible?

Lawrence was bewildered by Gao Fan's eagerness.

He didn't expect Gao Fan to be so interested in his proposal.

But what's the point of looking for boxers, world champions, fighters?

"What are you doing?" Lawrence asked incredulously.

"I'm going to hold another art exhibition~" Gao Fan said, the answer was beyond Lawrence's expectation.

Lawrence couldn't keep up with Gao Fan's thoughts at all.

But that was the answer Lawrence wanted to hear.

Gao Fan has no enthusiasm for creation recently.

I only made a picture of the characters in the Red Chamber. This thing has artistic value, but it will definitely not sell for a high price, so Lawrence looked at the six "Mask" paintings left in his hand, and was already worried about what to do if they were sold out. Well, counting it again, except for "Bostno Man", Gao Fan has not published a new work for more than a year, which is very worrying.

"What's in your exhibition?" Lawrence asked.

"Yes... um, the strongest person in the world, why not, I will hold a World's Strongest Martial Arts Tournament, and the strongest people in it will become my models~" Gao Fan said.

"The World's Strongest Martial Arts Tournament..." Lawrence started biting his teeth when he heard the name. The last time he wanted to buy a country, he just passed the idea. Fortunately, he didn't mention it recently. Now he wants to hold a martial arts tournament. Gao Is this a complete mutation of the brain nerve? How did these ideas come about?

So Lawrence couldn't help complaining about Gao Fan: "Little brother, at the martial arts conference, you can still give out the Dragon Ball as a reward, right?"

It seems that Lawrence also watched "Dragon Ball" when he was a child.

"There are no dragon balls, but we have money~" Gao Fan said, "The prize for the winner is 100 million US dollars, how about it?"

"It's not good!" Lawrence was furious. Is our hard-earned money wasted like this?

"You know that the time, energy and money spent on organizing such an event cannot be stopped by one or two hundred million yuan." Lawrence persuaded Gao Fan.

"Money is not a problem, but time... time is indeed too late." Gao Fan pondered.

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