Soul Painter

Dinner is Chinese.

San Zhuxiong said that Gao Fan didn't seem to be satisfied with his lunch, so he changed the style of dinner from Japanese to Chinese.

Gao Fan never cared about what to eat.

But when state banquet-level Huaiyang dishes such as boiled cabbage, white-robed shrimp, long fish in a soft pocket, lion head, and Buddha jumping over the wall are placed on the table, he can't help but twitch his index finger.

Immediately, a handful of fire outside the window completely illuminated the night sky.

Gao Fan and Wu Haoxue looked out the window at the tall pagoda overlooking the emperor's mausoleum, which was burned into a huge burning torch.

The flames were lingering, and the thick smoke was like a pillar, reflecting the night sky and the lake near the house. It was bright like daytime.

Eating state banquet dishes and appreciating the fire in the pagoda, this dinner is very unique~

"Mr. Gao Fan said 'pursue the Buddha', so I burned down this pagoda that has been in existence for twenty years. I wonder what else do you need?" Sanzhuxiong said weakly.

Because of his old age, he only tasted the dishes on the table, mostly to accompany the guests, and now he burned the pagoda because of Gao Fan's words, which shows his 'respect' for Gao Fan.

But this respect is also pressure, and even more persecution, all of which are the remuneration he paid Gao Fan in advance, if Gao Fan can't draw the eternal life he wants, then...

"I can see your sincerity." Gao Fan nodded, "It's quite satisfactory."

"As long as you are satisfied, as long as you are satisfied..." San Zhuxiong said in a low voice, his eyes were downcast, his cheeks were thin, it seemed that just sitting here was already wasting the few remaining days of his life.

But Wu Haoxue felt threatened, as if something was roaring... After Gao Fan reminded him last time, Wu Haoxue quietly shifted his attention to the bottom of the table. But the shadow of it is very obvious, it seems to be an independent entity, squatting there quietly, not like San Zhuxiong, but like a child.

Minions...or what...

Wu Haoxue looked at the shadow, and it was a strange feeling to look at the shadow, but the shadow was indeed two darker eye sockets on the head. When Wu Haoxue looked at Wu Haoxue, Wu Haoxue only felt goosebumps Rising layers upon layers from behind, covered in white sweat.

Whatever it is... I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with...

Wu Haoxue glanced at Gao Fan, and saw that Gao Fan was still eating there, he couldn't help feeling that a teacher is a teacher, and blind self-confidence is a bull.

"...When will it start?" San Zhuxiong asked again, his voice was very soft, and he could hardly hear it if he didn't pay attention.

But Gao Fan heard it, and he nodded: "It can be done now."

"... How long will it take?" San Zhuxiong continued to ask.

Gao Fan raised three fingers.

"Three days?" San Zhuxiong asked.

"No, three years." Gao Fan said, "During the three years, you are not allowed to touch anything related to 'Buddha'."

"Hehe..." San Zhuxiong smiled.

Ow! Wu Haoxue felt a cold and fishy wind moving under his feet, his knees were numb from the cold, he hurriedly looked down, and almost jumped up in shock, because San Zhuxiong's shadow had appeared between him and Gao Fan , the tail was still under San Zhuxiong's feet, but the head had already reached their sides, as if it had been elongated completely, and those dark nest-like eyes were staring at them.

"Three years, no...it's too long, I can't live that long." San Zhuxiong said softly.

"Three months." Gao Fan lowered the condition.

"I can't live..." San Zhuxiong said.

"You work hard, what about the three weeks?" Gao Fan said.

San Zhuxiong continued to shake his head.

Wu Haoxue couldn't help screaming at this time, because the shadow had already grabbed his right ankle, and he suddenly felt that he had lost this foot, as if he had been plunged from a warm room into the icy sea water —he had been trained to do this, but couldn't understand why a shadow could do it.

"Three days!" Gao Fan gritted his teeth, "Just three days!"

"...Okay." San Zhuxiong nodded. With Ikeda's support, he stood up slowly and then walked away, "Mr. Painter, I will wait for you in the main hall."

Gao Fan and Wu Haoxue watched San Zhuxiong leave, the shadow behind him was as long as a snake, black and long, obviously abnormal.

"Help me..." Seeing San Zhuxiong leave, Gao Fan said to Wu Haoxue.

After Wu Haoxue helped Gao Fan aside to sit down, he saw several black handprints on each of Gao Fan's legs, apparently made by that shadow, Wu Haoxue knew what it was like, Gao Fan was frozen stiff I didn't even cry out a word of pain.

"So you don't even hum?" Wu Haoxue admired Gao Fan.

"Hmph, you will be looked down upon, MD, where did this guy get such a useful Command Seal, I'm sure it's a Command Seal..." Gao Fan smiled at Wu Haoxue, "Xiao Wu, we are forced to go to Liangshan now , we have to draw a picture of eternal life for him, otherwise our little lives may have to be confessed here."

"Miss Operator said that at this time, Plan B is about to start." Wu Haoxue began to take out his alloy folding bow components from his bag, "I will protect you to leave first, and then I will come back and kill San Zhuxiong."

"I'm just joking~" Gao Fan hurriedly said, "cooperate with the atmosphere, create a tense atmosphere, there are still three days left, don't worry, let me try first."

"Are you sure?" Wu Haoxue asked.

"Yes." Gao Fan restrained his expression and replied very formally.

It's a pity that Wu Haoxue is not Lawrence, and he can't see Gao Fan's micro-expression when he tells nonsense.

...

main hall.

It was late at night.

San Zhuxiong looked at the young man in front of him.

This young man is only twenty-six years old, but he is already a world-famous painter. San Zhuxiong doesn't have to envy his fame, nor his worth. To San Zhuxiong, these things belong to this world. The truth is like mist and dew, and it is also like an illusion like electricity.

Only time, only aging, is the truth and the end of everything.

And some people have the power to decipher the truth. In their eyes, aging and death are not unsolvable problems. They call these powers mysterious, and the young man in front of him holds mysterious authority.

"Are you painting with mystery...?" San Zhuxiong asked in a low voice.

"When did you know the existence of mystery?" the painter asked.

"When I was very young...the world wasn't what it is now, but I can't remember what it was like..." San Zhuxiong said like he was dreaming.

"When you were very young, probably a few years after 1920, when the world was changing, your memory may have been tampered with many times, and it is normal not to remember." The painter said, "The mystery you came into contact with at that time, What is it like?"

"My father, he used to be the colonel of the Third Division. When he came back from Shanghai, he saw me as a newborn and gave me a piece of jade. He said, the guardian god on this jade can protect me for life. That is, mysterious..." San Zhuxiong took out a piece of jade that he carried with him, the jade looked like a sword, and there seemed to be bloodstains on it, seeing it, the painter seemed to hear a loud and mournful bugle call.

"Oh? The third division, Shanghai... Is your father a war criminal who invaded China?" the painter asked.

"It was indeed a lost war." San Zhuxiong said.

"Heh~" The painter showed a slightly crazy smile.