Soul Painter

When Gao Fan pointed out to Wu Haoxue that a vicious case happened around him, Wu Haoxue also saw what happened there.

The specific description is:

The female white-collar worker received the sketch from Wu Haoxue with a shocked look on her expression. She obviously did not expect to receive such a level of work. She does not understand painting, but she also knows how to appreciate beauty. She looked at Wu Haoxue and said A string of compliments, Wu Haoxue felt inexplicably unwilling, but he could only smile to express his gratitude...

At the same time, there happened to be a minion walking by the side of the street. It was covered in snow, with a curved head, fangs in its mouth, and long bones in its fingers. An evil spirit born of strong jealousy and resentment.

But on the streets of Tokyo at this moment, it is a law enforcement officer, wearing a blue police uniform.

A C-level minion who is too powerful for ordinary people wears the uniform of a traffic policeman. This seems out of place in Tokyo where demons are entrenched, but it is an experiment of a certain law that Japan is about to implement.

White Prajna glanced vigilantly at Wu Haoxue, who was selling paintings on the street. When Wu Haoxue's eyes made contact with her, he immediately avoided her. Although it was suspicious, this was the first reaction of most Dongying people when they faced minions. , Bai Banruo didn't doubt it, and walked away.

Her direction was a street intersection with traffic lights, and her target was the male white-collar worker who hurried through the red light. This uncle in his forties ran so fast with his briefcase that he didn't even see the red light above his head.

It may be that he is going to be late for work, or it may be too late to see an important client. Looking at his bald head, he should be an old screw who has been squeezed by the industrial society all his life, but no one will ever know why he ran a red light.

Pooh!

Bai Banruo pierced the uncle's chest with his pale claws, and the sharp, slender, knuckle-shaped claws protruded from the uncle's back. Blood, like beer foam overflowing from a glass, rushed out along with the white knuckle claws. . .

The uncle was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his head in surprise to look at his wounded chest, and then looked at the minion in front of him who was a head taller than him due to demonization, and muttered, "Why, why..."

"You ran a red light." Bai Banruo threw the uncle on the ground.

The uncle was lying on the ground like a bottle of smashed beer, with blood gushing out from the huge wound between his mouth and chest.

The blood covered the zebra crossing, and pedestrians began to avoid the blood. The sudden killing and law enforcement also frightened these ordinary humans, but when they saw that the law enforcement officers were minions, they suppressed the exclamation in their mouths and accelerated their pace. Bypass this inexplicable and brutal killing.

It seems that the man was not killed for running a red light, but was stopped by the police for questioning.

When passers-by pass the murder scene, they just walk quickly with their heads down, and their expressions don't even change. It's just that they pay more attention to the traffic lights above their heads, and their eyes almost bleed to notice the color change that is about to happen, and they dare not go one step further.

...

This scene.

Wu Haoxue saw it in his eyes.

He didn't have time to stop it, and he couldn't stop it.

In Tokyo at the moment, the minions are law enforcement, and the investigators are street rats.

Damn it!

So, when Gao Fan gestured to Wu Haoxue, indicating Wu Haoxue to 'draw it'.

Wu Haoxue understood immediately.

He immediately turned to a new page of the drawing board.

Start to use the technique of "Gao Fan's Concentration and Distortion: Van Gogh" to describe this Bai Prajna.

After sharing the experience of painting Sanzhuxiong with Gao Fan, Wu Haoxue has already understood the mystery of Gao Fan's works that will lead to misfortune.

Gao Fan called it "the curse of the gods", but Wu Haoxue didn't think it was a curse.

If you draw life and death with a paintbrush.

That is clearly a weapon.

How can it be a curse?

Even with such a curse, people will suffer misfortune, but they were almost turned into puppets by the god emperor, and their companions had already sacrificed, and only he survived. Wu Haoxue's definition of "misfortune" has become "when his companions are killed. Powerless waste ego'.

As long as he can crush this 'misfortune', Wu Haoxue is willing to give everything, even if he becomes a pawn.

So, when Gao Fan sighed and said, Xiao Wu, you seem to have become my minions.

Wu Haoxue replied with a smile, the apprentice should be the teacher's eagle dog and minion.

Now, Wu Haoxue has the skills of "Gaofan's concentration and distortion: Van Gogh, Picasso, Dali", Gao Fan's enlightened teaching, let him know the styles of these three masters very well.

In fact, Gao Fan also taught Wu Haoxue the skills of other masters, but it may be that Gao Fan did not study those masters thoroughly enough, or Wu Haoxue accepted them step by step, so now Wu Haoxue only masters these three.

Now, full of anger, Wu Haoxue only a few strokes, and the Prajna he drew on the drawing board is already lifelike, and the ferocity of it is depicted as if it is about to tear out of paper.

Now, it is necessary to complete the coloring and complete the painting to see what will happen to this Bai Banruo.

So Wu Haoxue took out the oil pastels and crayons, and under his pen, painted a white Prajna composed of a large number of color blocks and stripes.

When it is inconvenient to use paints and watercolors, painters often choose crayons for painting creation. Many masters have left a large number of crayon works, such as Munch's "The Scream" and Lautrec's "Portrait of Van Gogh". The invention of this kind of thing like a large carbon pen created a niche genre called oil pastel.

Wu Haoxue doesn't like oil pastels very much. He thinks this thing will limit the fluency and inspiration of his brushwork, but it is very convenient to use it to draw sketch-style toner paintings.

His eyes followed Bai Banruo who was still patrolling the street.

Although it is the technique taught by an open mind, after all, this is the first practice. Wu Haoxue's mastery of the technique of "Gaofan's Concentration and Distortion: Van Gogh" is still not proficient enough. It takes more than half an hour to complete this painting. pastels.

...

Bai Banruo waved his hand to signal a car to stop on the side of the road.

The car stopped obediently, and before Bai Banruo approached, the window had been rolled down, and the driver's license was respectfully handed out with both hands.

"Why did you honk at the zebra crossing just now?" Bai Banruo said.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm just a little anxious!" The man driving the car immediately had sweat on his forehead.

"There were old people and children on the zebra crossing just now. You seriously disrupted the traffic order. Now..." Bai Banruo pierced the man's throat with his long-fingered claw, "You have to accept punishment."

The man driving the car was nailed to the seat, his shocked eyes and the blood gushing from his mouth seemed to be telling a great grievance, but there was no way, this was an ordinary person who was powerless under the tide of the age of demons.

Bai Banruo withdrew his finger and licked the blood contentedly.

Suddenly, it heard someone screaming beside it.

Noisy inferior creature... it thought, but the cry seemed to say something like 'behind', 'terrible', 'burning', and it also felt the heat surging from behind, that was... it turned , and saw a flame monster that was a head taller than it.

"You...?!" It was horrified, but it was immediately grabbed by the flame monster's hand, grabbed it directly with great strength, and the orange flame over a thousand degrees spread to it, instantly igniting it into a monster. Bright torch.