Soul Painter

"Did Uncle Kawakami drink that glass of wine?" Minase Harumo asked Sanbao.

"Of course he must drink, otherwise he will die there." Sambo said.

"So Uncle Kawakami is a devil now?!" Minase Harumi was surprised.

"Of course not~" Ryuzaki smiled and stretched his waist, "As a 'fraudster', I am good at guessing people's hearts. Although the Emperor has become a devil, his behavior can still be guessed. The most important one The point of thinking is that all the minions, the brains are not very easy to use~"

That's right, according to the observations of the Tokyo team during this period, as well as the information from STK, it is proved that becoming a minion will change the habits of human beings and reduce the IQ of human beings.

"As the police chief, Narukawa is an important pillar of Dongpu. Although Dongpu has millions of minions, it is extremely short of commanders who can command large corps. The prime minister does not have this talent. Therefore, the emperor In order to complete his plan, he must rely on humans who are willing to pledge their allegiance to him." Ryuzaki said.

"So the plan we set for Narukawa is that no matter what kind of test the emperor puts on him, he must continue, because Ryuzaki is sure that the emperor will not take the risk of losing Narukawa's commanding ability and send him Become minions." Triple Treasure said.

"In the end, of course we won the bet~" Ryuzaki said with a smile, "like many times before."

"Oh, I see! There is actually no pollution in that glass of wine!" Harumi Minase clapped his hands, "And you have already judged this."

"There is only a 40% chance." Sanbao said, "After all, there are more than one person in Japan who can command a large army to fight. The God Emperor may not choose Narukawa, and at the same time, Narukawa also has the revenge of bereavement..."

"Winning is winning, there is nothing to criticize!" Ryuzaki said, "Then we will just wait for Narukawa to bring the Emperor's plan over."

...

end of February.

Gao Fan has been in retreat for more than 20 days.

Wu Haoxue habitually opened the small hole that looked like a delivery room in a prison to see what was going on inside.

He would watch it secretly several times a day.

But what we often see is a piece of colorful pollution.

Sometimes a woman's voice can be heard.

The sound is particularly light and lively, and it seems to bring colors and pictures to the ears. The colors are made of overlapping beautiful sound and light nested together, stirring Wu Haoxue's softest heartstrings. To re-warm and unseal his rigid heart and brain by demon power.

Wu Haoxue gradually has the feeling of waking up from the nightmare.

He hasn't had a good night's sleep in the past few months. In his dreams, all of his dreams are the weird cocoons of writhing dolls he saw when the Kyoto team attacked the Imperial Palace two months ago, and the God Emperor's unbelievable The human-like puppet's smile, the human skin mask covers Wu's studious face, otherwise anyone can see his almost collapsed expression.

All the choices, all the urgency, were a reaction to the fearful encounter that night.

He forced the teacher to come to Tokyo, forced the teacher to save the Tokyo team, and forced himself to leave a little hope of defeating the God Emperor and the demon army even if he lost countless lives.

Now, Wu Haoxue suddenly felt that it was a bit... well, stupid.

Yes, a little brainless.

Although I'm already mentally retarded.

But that's too insane.

It's like waking up from a big dream.

Wu Haoxue pushed open the delivery hole on the door again today.

But this time, I didn't see any mystery as I expected, but it was pitch black.

"Teacher? Teacher?" Wu Haoxue called a few times.

But got no response.

He was in a hurry.

Wu Haoxue pulled the door panel of the sealed door with both hands, and without much force, the wooden board was torn apart like foam. The sound of the cracking wood chips attracted Sanbao who was cooking, and also attracted Ryuzaki and Minase who were lying on the sofa watching TV. Yang Meng, the Tokyo team watched Wu Haoxue break the seal of the 'painter' room.

But there is no mysterious outflow.

"Hey... isn't the artist really dead?" Ryuzaki asked.

"Curse others to be careful that the crow will come and take you away!" Harumi Minase taught Ryuzaki a lesson from a proverb in Japan.

Sanbao wiped his hands with his apron, walked this way, watched Wu Haoxue enter the dark room, and immediately dragged out another person.

This man is a 'painter'.

He looked very thin, so skinny that the bones on his cheeks protruded. During the 20 days of retreat, he experienced an astonishing emaciation, which made people suspect that he hadn't eaten at all.

There was also a cat sitting on the painter's body. This cat was full of energy and smooth skin, and even barked at Wu Haoxue, which was even a bit condescending.

"Teacher? Teacher?" Wu Haoxue called out nervously, felt Gao Fan's pulse, and then looked up at Sanbao: "Mr. Sanbao, is there anything to eat? Teacher is still breathing, maybe he fainted from hunger."

Sanbao hurried to get a bottle of milk.

Minase Harumeng swallowed while looking at the bottle of milk, uncontaminated milk is too precious now.

Wu Haoxue took the milk and carefully poured a mouthful into Gao Fan's mouth. Gao Fan's throat rolled and he swallowed it quickly. This action made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, not dead, really not dead.

At this time, Sanbao began to look at the room where the boards had been removed.

There is no pollution coming out of the room.

It's amazing.

Just ten days ago, this room was as chaotic as a pot of hot porridge.

Even if the three treasures are descendants of demons, they have never seen such thick and complicated pollution gathered in one place.

No human being can survive such pollution.

Neither can demons.

But the 'painter' survived.

And those pollution, but disappeared.

So... Sambo walked slowly towards this room.

In order to prevent these pollutions from being seen by the outside world, all the windows in this room are sealed.

Even so, the Tokyo team is not sure whether the "painter" will create a polluted building like the Shibuya apartment. If so, they will have to escape, because they will definitely be discovered by the devil.

But now, it seems, nothing out of the ordinary.

Enter the room.

Sanbao noticed footsteps behind him.

Looking back, Sambo saw Ryugasaki.

Apparently Ryuzaki was also very interested in this painting that the 'painter' claimed could become a 'pillar'.

"If it is really a pillar, Dongpu may be saved..."

Ryuzaki said in a low voice.

Sambo nodded silently.

Such a thing as drawing a pillar is unheard of.

The painter is crazy.

So the credibility of this plan is very low.

But what if it is true?

The eyes of the two were used to the darkness, and they saw the whole picture of the painting.

Immediately, a wonderful feeling came to their bodies and minds.

This painting...is this painting actually like this?

This is the first time they have fully appreciated the painting of pillars created by Gao Fan.