Soul Painter

1920.

Geng Shennian.

Chinese New Year is on February 20th.

The latest Spring Festival in the history of the land of China.

Although there is no difference for most Chinese people who live by counting the lunar calendar, it is a difficult time for officials of all sizes in Beiping City, as well as the common people under the imperial city.

A tough fifth year.

This is the fifth year of Hong Xian.

Yuan Xiangcheng's fifth year on the throne.

Every resident of Peiping, as long as he looks in the direction of the Forbidden City, will see the brilliant aura boiling up into the sky in the Forbidden City.

The complexion is dark and yellow, soaring to the sky, and Emperor Hongxian called it the spirit of the real dragon, but any resident who lives in Beiping City will realize in a desperate dream that a god in yellow clothes occupies the city. ancient capital.

...

The dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony is not comfortable.

Hongxian Emperor Yuan Xiangcheng moved his buttocks and found a relatively comfortable sitting position.

Standing in front of him is his son, Yuan Keding, who is now crowned prince. threaten.

The bald woman standing next to Yuan Keding at this moment is the crown prince's biggest gain this time.

"Are you... um, the real body of the Tathagata Buddha?" Yuan Xiangcheng asked.

"Yes." The bald woman smiled and nodded, "I am the only one in the sky and on the earth."

"Although it is rare to see a god walking in the world with his real body in this life, he is just a god of a lower race." Yuan Xiangcheng said disdainfully, stroking his chubby belly.

Emperor Hongxian, who had the favor of the king in yellow, could indeed call a lower race god a 'district'. He asked, "How many pillars do you have? How many believers?"

The woman holds out two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?" Yuan Xiangcheng asked.

The woman shook her head.

Yuan Keding smiled and said: "Your Majesty, if Your Excellency Qinfan only has 20,000 followers, I would not recommend her to you."

"Could it be... 200,000?" Yuan Xiangcheng's expression was happy, and he even straightened his sitting posture.

At this moment, the Hongxian Dynasty is threatened from all directions, and a group of revolutionary parties are relying on public opinion to reorganize their military equipment and mobilize their troops. Although these rebellious scholars have no strategy and are urged to collapse by Yuan Xiangcheng's Beiyang Army, they are not defeated. Jue, in the past five years, it has formed an unstoppable trend in the south, especially that Sun Yat-sen, who is the enemy in Yuan Xiangcheng's heart.

If there is an army of 200,000 believers, it will help to clean up the Revolutionary Party.

"Two million." Said the bald woman called 'Your Excellency Qinfan'.

Teng!

Yuan Xiangcheng stood up abruptly, instead of being happy, he was furious: "How dare you bully me!"

It is no wonder that Yuan Xiangcheng is so angry, because at this moment, the world is full of wars, gods are walking in the world, and in the vast land of China, I don’t know how many gods are developing believers, and the largest ones are only Bailian, Yihe and Christ Sanhui. And the army of believers that can be brought out by these three meetings will never exceed one million.

Only Beiyang in the north and those revolutionary parties in the south who were originally stragglers but are now getting stronger and stronger are the only ones that can surpass a million troops.

If the 'Qin Fan' in front of me has an army of two million believers, shouldn't she sit on the dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony?

Following Yuan Xiangcheng's angry reprimand, the entire Hall of Supreme Harmony began to whisper.

The whispering sound was like wind blowing oil and swirling in people's ears, making the listener feel a soft and greasy feeling of fear.

Yuan Keding was surprised to see a 'heterogeneous' in yellow clothes and a soft mask standing behind Yuan Xiangcheng, and all the waves of fear spread from his body.

That is the king in yellow is appearing...

Facing this old ruler, even a pro-mortal can't help but feel his heart beating like thunder, and can't help but take a step back.

"Your Majesty! Your Excellency, Your Excellency, came from the 'old world in the womb'!" Yuan Keding hurriedly knelt down and shouted.

...

The old world in the womb.

For the emperors, warlords, and revolutionaries favored by many gods in 1920, it is not an unfamiliar term.

That is equivalent to another land of China, another universe and the whole world. If the ongoing war in this land is a war between human beings acting as agents of gods, then the old world in the womb is the battleground of the gods' determination.

Yuan Xiangcheng is aware of the existence of the old world in the womb, and also knows that the number of the old world in the womb is extremely large. Occasionally, there will be visitors from the old world in the womb. From his mouth, we can know that every "old world" has an equivalent Si Shi's resources, wealth, population, and even technology beyond Si Shi's imagination.

But Yuan Xiangcheng didn't dare to covet it, let alone get involved, it was the forbidden place of the gods.

...

"Your Majesty, if you give me 2 million sacrifices, I will give you an invincible army of 2 million people."

"let me consider it."

...

The gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony slammed shut in front of Qin Fan and Yuan Keding.

Yuan Keding took a few steps back facing the main hall before he dared to turn around, while Qin Fan was not so courteous, and after getting off the imperial steps, Yuan Keding questioned Qin Fan in a low voice.

"Two million sacrifices, how dare you say that? There are only so many people in Peking, and you are going to sacrifice half of Peking?"

"One million sacrifices are exchanged for one million troops. This is a good deal. The frontline Beiyang army is being defeated. This army will restore the decline of the Hongxian Dynasty."

"As long as His Majesty is here, the revolutionary army will not dare to enter Beiping!"

"Because the king in yellow..."

Qinfan turned around and looked at the black and yellow aura above the Hall of Supreme Harmony. This soaring yellow vaguely formed a human figure, which was very similar to the mysterious figure shown behind Yuan Xiangcheng just now. It was the king in yellow, the master of dreams. , the controller of the Feast of Crazy Fun.

"But in this world, the Old Ones can also be killed..." Qinfan murmured looking at the shadow.

This is where it gets the most fun.

...

The gate of the Forbidden City closed behind Qin Fan.

The soldiers on the Jinshui Bridge are all respectful to their loved ones.

Qin Fan left the Forbidden Gate on foot first, and walked eastward for half an hour before he saw the black car waiting for him.

After Qinfan got into the car, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a businessman was sitting in the back seat. Seeing Qinfan, he asked impatiently, "Is Yuan Xiangcheng really dying?"

hush~

Qinfan made a silent gesture to the businessman, and then she stretched out her hand and patted the back of her neck. There was a strange fluctuation in the air, and a four-clawed black gecko-like monster was held in her palm.

Those who feast in the distance are also called banquet slaves.

The minions of the king in yellow.

Those who are parasitized by the slave feast will become fanatics of the king in yellow, addicted to the feast in the dream and cannot extricate themselves.

Seeing the monster, the middle-aged man with the appearance of a businessman couldn't help taking a breath, as if he was about to escape from the car, and at the same time pressed his hands in his arms, there was a gun there.

"Don't worry, if it's the minion of the real king in yellow, I'm already a walking dead." Qin Fan laughed, "But it doesn't come from the king in yellow."

"You mean...?" The middle-aged man realized that Qin Fan was saying something important.

"In the Forbidden City is not a king in yellow, but an emerald lama." Qinfan said.

The Emerald Lama, the servant of the King in Yellow, is the embodiment of the will of the King in Yellow, almost equal to the King in Yellow, but not as terrifying as the King in Yellow. Sensing this.

"That's great~ Yuan Xiangcheng's strength is approaching!" The middle-aged man was overjoyed and patted his legs and shouted, "The five-year crisis in Peking can be resolved!"

At this time the car has started, although today is the Spring Festival, but in this period, the Spring Festival is a new thing, not the most important festival in the land of China in the future, so the situation on the street is not different from usual, and every day All the citizens of Peiping showed a state of lethargy and sluggishness, as if they were a group of sleepwalkers.

Since Yuan Xiangcheng brazenly seized the throne from the last emperor and re-established the Hongxian Dynasty five years ago, there have been flames of war everywhere in China, especially in Beiping City, where there are parades every three days and demonstrations every five days. The foundation was shaken, and in the end, the huge city of Beiping was pulled into the dream of the king in yellow, and millions of Beiping citizens were turned into walking dead.

Including the businessman present here, named Song Zhongdao, a friend of Sun Yat-sen and the head of the Revolutionary Party stationed in Beiping. He was also trapped in this city and was not allowed to leave. Reason is not corrupt.

"As long as the Revolutionary Party storms Beiping, takes down the Forbidden City, and beheads the Emerald Lama, then the last stronghold of the feudal dynasty will be reduced to ashes! The torrent of revolution will surely sweep the world!" Song Zhongdao said excitedly .

"Sir, according to what Your Excellency Qinfan said, this matter may not be that simple." said the thin man driving ahead.

"Zhiqing, what do you mean?" Song Zhongdao asked.

"The Emerald Lama is equal to... well, equal to that great existence." The man named Zhiqing didn't dare to call the "King in Yellow" directly. He was a very cautious person. Tens of thousands of people are Yuan Xiangcheng's bargaining chips, and they can be turned into pawns at any time. As long as the situation ahead is tense, this Beiping City may have millions of civilians and millions of soldiers..."

"Really?" Song Zhongdao asked Qinfan again.

"Half and half." Qinfan said, "It's not an easy task to transform human beings into minions, but it is also true that Beiping is the base camp of the Beiyang Army at this moment, so the people in the city are beyond salvation, so find a way to consume these sacrifices. That's the job."

...

night.

Song Zhongdao and Zhiqing talked under the lamp.

They all have the old seal on their bodies, and they are not afraid of the pollution of the king in yellow, but if they are possessed by banquet slaves, they will not escape. Therefore, in the current Beiping City, they must also hide in the east.

"Zhiqing, do you think that pro-mortal is reliable?" Song Zhongdao asked.

"She claims that the Tathagata Buddha came to the world. Today, she can freely enter and exit the Forbidden City, and she has captured the banquet slaves. It really proves that she is a god in the world. There are many gods in this world, but those who walk in the world in the flesh are not. It's common, so her identity should be real." Zhiqing replied.

"Since this is the case, it's not in vain that we set up a bridge for her to meet Yuan Keding." Song Zhongdao sighed, "We were trapped in Beiping for five years, and Yixian sent all kinds of foreign aid, but we also lost troops here. The one who breaks Beiping must be from Beiping, I have never been able to figure out what this hexagram refers to, but now it seems that it may be her?"

Zhiqing nodded when he heard the words, "The gods are infinitely powerful, but their ideas are simple. Those who draw pictures cannot be believers or sacrifices. As your Excellency said, the way of offering sacrifices to the universe in the womb will consume millions of dollars in Beiping City. The surname, using this to empty the war potential of the Beiyang Army is a way to draw salaries from the bottom of the pot. If it works, it can indeed become the key to victory.

But the problem is, one is how to persuade Yuan Xiangcheng, and the other is whether Your Excellency Qinfan will become a second Yuan Xiangcheng after obtaining this sacrifice, so we must be prepared..."

Listening to Zhiqing's analysis, Song Zhongdao looked at this rising star of the Revolutionary Party with admiration.

"Yixian often said that Zhiqing's strategy and Lin Senhao's gun are both his civil and military courage. He is indeed the two most outstanding rising stars of the Revolutionary Party. !” Song Zhongdao said.

"Mr. is too famous. If Zhiqing really has a plan, he won't be trapped in Beiping for five years." Zhiqing said with shame, "The key now is, what bargaining chip can you use to lure Yuan Xiangcheng to invest a lot of sacrifices in him? , we can create a situation, but the key lies in Your Excellency Qinfan."

...

The same is under the lamp.

Qin Fan looked at the pearl-shaped tear in his hand.

This is her only connection with the old world.

Thinking about taking a break, I took a lot of rest. Once I stop writing, I really don’t want to move, but I finally regained my energy~ Start working