Soul Painter

after one night.

The first light of dawn.

The main hall is at the core of the Sanjin house.

Gao Fan painted the portrait of San Zhuxiong in the main hall, Wu Haoxue and Ikeda stood guard at the door, they didn't sleep all night, neither of them showed signs of fatigue, after looking at each other, they both saw the fear in each other's eyes ... have been practiced.

Soon, footsteps were heard in the main hall.

Wu Haoxue saw Gao Fan come out, still holding the drawing board in his hand.

Gao Fan said to Ikeda: "Mr. Sanzhu is a little tired, come here first."

Ikeda hurried in to help San Zhuxiong.

Waiting for San Zhuxiong to come out tremblingly, he looked at Gao Fan and said, "You still have two days..."

"Look at you~" Gao Fan said cheerfully.

Afterwards, Gao Fan crossed his arms and walked in front, Wu Haoxue followed him holding the drawing board, and the two arrived at San Zhuxiong's studio specially prepared for painters.

On the way, Wu Haoxue said to Gao Fan, "I thought you wanted to boil this guy to death."

"It's not very realistic. He has a Command Seal on him, and it's a spontaneous protective Command Seal. It's the first time I've seen this kind of thing. It's very dangerous. Once the old man is in danger, the Command Seal will kill people." Gao Fan said .

"What about long-distance sniping?" Wu Haoxue pondered.

"Don't think about that, we are painters, not killers, come and take a look at my manuscript." Gao Fan showed Wu Haoxue the manuscript.

This is an 80X60 portrait, which is not a small size for a portrait. Currently, it is only drawn on draft paper, which is regarded as a draft.

"Hmm... the skills are mature, but the aura is lacking." Wu Haoxue said.

Snapped! Gao Fan slapped him on the head, and asked loudly, "Did I show you this?"

"Then what do I want to see?" Wu Haoxue said rather aggrieved.

"Do you look like San Zhuxiong?" Gao Fan asked.

"Sanzhuxiong is 100 years old. You can draw this portrait at most 40..." Wu Haoxue carefully recalled the portrait of Sanzhuxiong, and suddenly fell into thinking. In the investigator course taught by STK, there is shorthand for human appearance. A homework, waiting for Wu Haoxue to recall all the facial features of Sanzhuxiong, and was surprised to find that they look alike.

"Did you draw the 40-year-old San Zhuxiong in front of the 100-year-old San Zhuxiong?" Wu Haoxue admired, "It's very similar."

"I told San Zhuxiong that this is the state of life he will be able to obtain after I draw the eternal life, and he is very satisfied." Gao Fan explained.

This is the application of the 'focus' technique.

"You really want to draw him eternal life?" Wu Haoxue frowned, "Is he worthy?"

Although Sanzhuxiong is one of the top chaebols and underground emperors in Japan, Wu Haoxue doesn't think he is worth an eternal life.

"It's always worthy of being an experiment. In addition, isn't this to compete with the Siam-Russia Federation for pillars~" Gao Fan pondered on this painting, "What should we do next?"

Painting immortality is a technical task.

According to the standard process, the soul of the target must first be drawn into the painting using the 'distortion' technique - this step Gao Fan has used in the creation of "Cat", "Veteran" and "Ring Arena".

Then grind the immortal barnacle into a mysterious dye, and smear it with mysticism as the final finishing touch.

The optimal result is the finished painting, which becomes the depository of the target's soul and lifespan. As long as the painting lasts, the target can live as long as it lasts.

Whether the final result can be achieved is affected by two conditions: one is what kind of life form the silver key bestows on him; the other is whether the immortal barnacle can guarantee the integrity of the target's soul.

At present, Gao Fan can use the "focus" skill to display "distortion" in a limited way, at the cost of being infected with all kinds of weird mysteries.

Grinding the immortal barnacles with mystery, this Gao Fan really dare not play, because he drew the mystery of "Great Existence: Sharp Quadrant", he was executed by STK to clean up the process, until now, the hair has not grown to his What about the length of the habit.

Under the curse of the gods, if he comes into direct contact with the mystery, if he plays the life and death prize again, STK will not be able to save him in time.

However, he has a new assistant.

"Student Wu, do you know how to use mystery?" Gao Fan asked Wu Haoxue.

"Use... mysterious? How to use it?" Wu Haoxue didn't understand.

Gao Fan took out an immortal barnacle and threw it to Wu Haoxue, "Grind it into powder, and then dissolve it in dye."

Wu Haoxue took this white barnacle, what is it... an old seal?

Over there, Wu Haoxue began to tinker with the eternal barnacles. Gao Fan felt that he might not succeed, but he might succeed.

It was unsuccessful because the mysterious source of Wu Haoxue was not the silver key, and the mysterious dye produced by grinding may not match the tropism of the 'distortion' technique.

It may be successful, because Wu's studious mystery is related to the "Great Yisi Race", which is the mother race of soul demons, and it may also stimulate the effect of immortal barnacles.

"You can't grind it dry." Seeing Wu Haoxue grinding the barnacle of eternal life with a file, Gao Fan said to him, "You have to recite the spell."

"What spell?" Wu Haoxue was a little confused.

"Can activate the mysterious mantra, I can give you a reference, you listen, 'I can draw everything, I can draw God, my painting is the greatest in six hundred years of art history'." Gao Fan said, "Think about what your spell is."

"I... I can't think of it, or I use yours... I can draw everything, I can draw gods, my painting is the greatest in the six hundred years of art history..." Wu Haoxue continued to take the file while muttering Why do you feel a little ashamed to grind the powder of immortal barnacles?

Let Wu Haoxue grind here slowly, while Gao Fan went to San Zhuxiong to continue the portrait.

...

It is best to invite San Zhuxiong to the studio.

But San Zhuxiong only waited for him in the main hall of the house.

Probably because there are snipers ambushing here, the older people are, the more afraid of death, like San Zhuxiong, who only has one breath left, even more holding on to this most precious breath, who wants to take this breath away, Sanzhuxiong will drag the whole world to be buried with him.

Therefore, Gao Fan doesn't really want STK to execute the plan to kill San Zhuxiong, it will definitely be expensive, and Wu Haoxue's long-range sniping is even less advisable. Even if he can kill Sanzhuxiong, Wu Haoxue will probably fall here .

Facing this skinny old man.

Gao Fan began to make demands.

"Mr. Sanzhu, I'm going to formally paint your eternal life. The first step is to record your soul in my painting. During this process, we will encounter some obstacles. Let me ask first, Is your life innocent?" Gao Fan asked while sitting in front of the drawing board.

"Innocent...hehe." San Zhuxiong laughed in a low voice, like a wolf dying, "Innocent...what do you mean?"

"Has anyone died because of you?" Gao Fan asked.

"You have to ask, how many people died because of me." San Zhuxiong said.

"Can you count them?" Gao Fan asked.

San Zhuxiong was silent. In the late stages of life, he would also recall his own life. When he was healthy and energetic, he never worried about his fate after death. But now, he often recalls what he learned from others. Those lives that were taken away.

After thinking for a while, San Zhuxiong's eyes suddenly shone like will-o'-the-wisp light: "If... I add to myself the life I took from others, I can live forever!"