Soul Painter

If the chat is dead, it's not easy to continue talking back.

Gao Fan tried to enter the scene of "Weiyang Palace" twice more.

As a result, there is memory in the scene.

Now as long as he enters the palace two thousand years ago, he will be hacked and killed by a large group of guards. These guards are just like game players who stay at the NPC to refresh, and use Gao Fan to increase experience points.

Some people shouted excitedly when they killed Gao Fan: "I killed this undead alien!"

Others praised: "You have done a great job!"

I hated Gao Fan so much that he wanted to draw an atomic bomb and throw them all away.

Why……?

Not a bad idea.

It is said that seven steps away, the gun is accurate.

Within seven steps, the gun was fast and accurate.

The peak cold weapon in the first century AD was no stronger than a gun two thousand years later.

Although it is a scene in the palace of inspiration, it has its own rules. For example, on the ancient ice field, the flashlight is a technological tool that does not conform to the times and cannot be used, but the black panther mysteriously depicted can move quickly in the low gravity environment of the moon. It is also a fact that the whistle that blows out can sound in the vacuum environment of the moon.

The mystery that belongs to the silver key is the biggest rule in the temple of inspiration that transcends everything.

It's like heaven.

The paintbrush in Gao Fan's hand is the holder of the Dao of Heaven.

If he wanted, Gao Fan could draw a red figure three times faster and go to the Weiyang Palace in the 1st century to chug all the Habayashi soldiers.

Just do it!

However, when Gao Fan painted Gundam.

Suddenly, he discovered that the consumption of mystery was too high, and his current 40 points of mystic skills were not enough to even give Gundam a base.

Gao Fan didn't believe in this evil, and transformed Iron Man again.

The result is still not working.

Probably these things don't exist in reality at all.

Compromising again and again, Gao Fan turned to painting a Maxim heavy-duty gun, thinking of the scene where Ali swept the Weiyang Palace with a machine gun, and he and the panther strolled leisurely behind, it must be very pleasant.

But only drawing a sketch cost 10 points of mystery. It is estimated that the whole drawing will cost about 100 points of mystery. The key point is that Gao Fan realized that after he drew the gun, he also had to draw the ammunition. Every bullet had to be drawn by himself. Not only is he not handsome, but he has found himself a coolie job.

By the time Gao Fan gave up the light machine gun and wanted to draw a rifle, but in the end he only wanted to draw a pistol, but he failed to draw anything, half a month had passed, and he had already tossed in nearly 200 points of occultism , which is nearly 3,000 points of SAN value, the result is that half of the painting has not been drawn, and the floor is full of drafts and semi-finished products painted with mysterious paint.

As for Gao Fan, his occultism was reduced to zero, his skills were reduced, his sanity was reduced, and his ears were filled with the symphonic murmur of the great silver key that descended from the universe.

"Ahhh~" Gao Fan yelled at the Charles River on the terrace, "Wang Mang! Wang Shiluo! I'll kill you two sooner or later!"

When the citizens of Boston on the Charles River waved and even cheered for Gao Fan—they often wandered here, expecting to see the painter, Anna silently walked over and pulled Gao Fan back into the room, which was really a bit embarrassing.

Gao Fan paced back and forth in the room like a trapped animal.

God is silently licking his feet because of the repeated trauma of his soul.

Although Ali will not die completely because of the mysterious nourishment, his soul seems to be consumed by repeated deaths, and he no longer hangs around in front of Gao Fan and Anna like a ghost behind the scenes.

Gao Fan's task of attacking the Seven Sages has come to an impasse.

Sure enough, the Eternal Devil took great pains and found a good job for Gao Fan.

The fourth level of the seven sages is really difficult.

"Gao, calm down." Anna advised Gao Fan.

"Well, calm down, calm down, calm down." Gao Fan repeated while nodding.

"...I'll call Lawrence." Anna felt that Gao Fan had gone further on the crazy road.

"Don't, don't call him."

Gao Fan pressed his forehead, his head hurts enough, the uncle manager will make his head hurt even more, he muttered to himself to explain:

"I just don't have enough skills, otherwise I can draw hot weapons. The more complicated the objects I draw, the higher the skill and mystery points I need. I have a lot of mystery points, but the skill points are not enough. But with the current skill points, I can actually draw them." You can also draw some simple weapons...

No, no, this is not the key, I need a warrior with different abilities, he is not only powerful but also knows how to kill, in order to use these simple weapons and break through this deadlock..."

Speaking of this, Gao Fan's eyes lit up.

"I need a soldier! A veteran!"

"Help me get Lawrence over here!" Gao Fan said to Anna.

"Call, or not?" Anna confirmed again.

"Call, call." Gao Fan said, "He has to help me find a model."

...

"Find a veteran as a model?"

After hearing Gao Fan's request, Lawrence thought about it.

Facing Gao Fan, he has given up considering the rationality and internal logic of his request.

Just research how to satisfy him.

Another half month has passed.

The third work of Gao Fan's "The Strongest on the Ground" painting exhibition has not been shown for a long time. Although it takes time to create, it also needs direction. Just looking at the drafts and semi-finished products in Gao Fan's studio, Lawrence knows Gao Fan Encountered a creative bottleneck.

At this time, let alone looking for a veteran, even if looking for a serial killer, Lawrence can go to the felony prison to look for Gao Fan.

"There are a lot of veterans in the beautiful country, and it's easy to find them..." Lawrence pondered.

"What about at home?" Gao Fan shook his head, "Our country's soldiers are the strongest in the world."

"To be honest, it's more troublesome." Lawrence frowned. "If you choose the theme of war, it will cause some disputes, which will put you at a disadvantage. I don't want you to get involved in politics...you understand."

"Alright then." Gao Fan thought for a while and understood, "Then help me find a model."

It's not difficult.

As the world's largest military power.

This country is full of veterans.

Under the pressure of the economic downturn, according to a survey report by the US Department of Housing and Urban Development, there are 40,000 homeless veterans nationwide, more than 22,000 live in temporary shelters, and 14,000 million people 'living in places unfit for human habitation'.

As one of the central cities of the country, Boston has a large number of veterans wandering on the streets. Although the LP organization has rescued them, the truth is that some soldiers have nothing but combat skills. In a society with highly developed technology, there are too few occupations that can be engaged in.

When Lawrence contacted the LP organization according to the reason nearby and told them the artist's idea, and wanted to find some veterans as models, several middle-aged people were brought to Gao Fan soon.

Their occupations include homeless people, security guards, and some private shopkeepers, but what Gao Fan sees from them are only the edges and corners that have been smoothed and the light that is no longer sharp.

There is no doubt that they do not qualify.

Gao Fan needs veterans whose souls are still sharp and even keep their bestiality and blood.

"Veterans who are still bloody, they really have to go to prison to find them." Lawrence said.

Chapter Two~