Soul Painter

"Even if you don't agree to help me, don't waste these 'head rice'."

Lin Senhao wiped the porridge that Gao Fan spit on the quilt with a handkerchief, and picked up the rice back into the bowl again.

It wasn't until this time that Gao Fan noticed that those rice grains each had small black spots. Well, he actually saw these black spots. He just thought that there might be problems with the rice 100 years ago, and the quality was poor. He has always been not very demanding on food. When he is so hungry, he can eat even old millet and rotten sesame seeds.

But looking carefully at this moment, Gao Fan suddenly found that the black spots on these snow-white rice grains were all regular, as if they were eyes, nose, and mouth. In a trance, these rice grains were like human faces. Looking at him or nodding, or shaking his head, or sighing, or crying, thousands of miles and thousands of faces are different.

"This thing..." Gao Fan has a lot of experience, and he was not frightened, but a little disgusted and worried. He looked at Lin Senhao: "Is it made by a living person?"

"Of course not. This is a mysteriously catalyzed grain, which has the effect of curing all diseases and eliminating all worries. It looks like a human being when it grows." Lin Senhao explained, adding that he is still picking rice grains, "It's very precious. This bowl is equivalent to a month's salary for the youth army."

"It's not just like human beings." Gao Fan looked at the rice again. His occult attainment is very high. If you look carefully, you can see the signs behind these 'rice grains', which means one thing, "This is quite For a secondary race related to humans."

"You are very good at mysticism now." Lin Senhao admired, "The great creation of a great being who calls himself 'Yanhuang', he created a plant group out of thin air in this era through the method of planting, some living food. "

Gao Fan was silent for a while, even he was a little shocked.

This way of creating life almost subverts his perception of great existence.

It is possible to do such a thing... Create life, create races, plant groups that exist specifically to be eaten?

What has been tossed about by the great beings in 1920?

"So, do you feel better?" Lin Senhao asked Gao Fan.

Indeed, after drinking this bowl of human head rice, Gao Fan's body was filled with heat, a kind of energy nourished his body and soul. If it was a common illness, such as a bad cold, he might have recovered. Gao Fan's illness is terminally ill, and at this moment, he also feels that he has obtained the long-lost health.

"It's much better~" Gao Fan stretched his wrist, gaining strength.

"Can you draw?" Lin Senhao asked.

"You think too much, I'm really a waste." Gao Fan sighed, "If I make a move, it will harm a country at least, and ruin an era at worst. If you count on me, you are thinking too much."

"You are too modest." Lin Senhao looked at Gao Fan with a smile, "In 1920, there was no fear of harm and ruin. This era has been torn apart, and everyone is living in irreparable despair and fear. If you can break it down Zhu, every human being should be grateful to you."

Hehe~ Gao Fan smiled on the surface.

"The health provided by human head rice is time-sensitive." Lin Senhao said, "If you want to recover, you can only get the Jasper Lama in Beiping City."

Um? Gao Fan looked at Lin Senhao.

...

The city of Peiping is looming in the rain.

It looks like a huge, hazy mountain stretching for hundreds of meters.

Looking at it from a distance will make people fall into a bone-destroying fatigue, let alone approaching it. Once approaching, even the elite scouts protected by the mysterious will of the youth army will sink into the city as they approach the city. A state of drowsiness, this is a mysterious infection, and it is also the strongest barrier for Beiping City.

During this period of time, the garrison of the youth army has advanced dozens of miles. The garrison is located on a higher terrain, and every youth army can see the city of Beiping in front of them, which seems to be trapped in a nightmare.

This is the lair of the Beiyang Army.

Just break through here.

The Beiyang Army will be wiped out.

The revolution is complete.

The common people will be able to live a better life.

Although this logical relationship is too simple and direct, it is true that most of the youth army thinks this way, and this is also the foundation of the belief that the youth army has been fighting fearlessly and invincible.

At this moment, the youth army also came to visit.

Song Zhongdao and Jiang Zhiqing were sitting in Lin Senhao's 'handsome tent'.

Song Zhongdao has a good tea art and is making tea.

Curly heat rose up and steamed on his glasses. Song Zhongdao took off his glasses and wiped them, put them on again, and said to the two people in front of him: "Mr. Gathering together, it is worth clarifying, today I will offer tea instead of wine to the two of you."

Jiang Zhiqing, a thin young man in a Chinese tunic suit, picked up the tea bowl with both hands, and said to Song Zhongdao, "I dare not take it for you", and then said to Lin Senhao, "I respect Shuai Lin."

Lin Senhao also picked up the teacup, but he only used one hand to play with it. At this moment, he was wearing a military uniform and a military cap, looking like he was going to go into battle at all times, facing the respectful battle between Song Zhongdao and Jiang Zhiqing Tea', but he didn't drink it, he just laughed suddenly.

After laughing, Lin Senhao looked up at the two people opposite, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that there are two heroes in my hometown, one named Nan Qiaofeng and the other named Bei Murong."

Song Zhongdao and Jiang Zhiqing looked at each other, a little puzzled, but they were in the youth army after all, so the so-called people are under the eaves, Song Zhongdao echoed: "These two are called north and south, they must be two Heroes."

"That's not the case either. One of the heroes, a bear, and that Nan Qiaofeng also had a famous saying, 'I, Qiao Feng, am a good man, and I am as famous as someone like you'." Lin Senhao said.

This scolding is a bit harsh.

Jiang Zhiqing's expression changed immediately.

Song Zhongdao also frowned: "Shuai Lin, you are also a revolutionary army, your words are a bit too much..."

"What is too much?" Lin Senhao said indifferently, "Is it more than the two escaped from Beiping City with the blood of thousands of young people as a stepping stone?"

"Shuai Lin, the revolution will inevitably bleed, and we also feel sorry for the sacrifices of those young people, but if we don't escape from Beiping City, who will pass on the information that Yuan Xiangcheng is a Jasper Lama? This information is very important, and Zhiqing and I also leave it to Lin Shuai, you should understand that he is useful for the great cause of the revolution." Song Zhongdao said with a sigh.

"I don't understand." Lin Senhao's expression was cold, "I only know that the two of you are not the ones I can trust with my back on the battlefield."

This conversation broke up unhappy.

Song Zhongdao and Jiang Zhiqing's real intentions were not revealed, but they had no chance to say so.

In fact, the two of them were entrusted by Sun Yat-sen to persuade Lin Senhao to return to the teacher, but Lin Senhao stopped him before he could speak. The task was not completed and it was not easy to leave. At this moment, they were in their tent, looking at the people outside Youth camp.

Even in the face of Beiping City, which is like a devil's den, the youth army is still elite, and the patrolling soldiers are all high-spirited. Even in the rain, the daily drills have not stopped. Rising up and down, the killing sound shook the sky.

"A brave army." Song Nakajima sighed, "Mr. Sun often said that without Lin Senhao, the Revolutionary Army would not be where it is today."

"Military power that is not in the absolute control of the revolutionaries may not be a good thing. Looking at it now, Lin Senhao has become a trend that cannot be lost. Except for Mr. Sun, he will not listen to a word of others." Jiang Zhiqing said sadly, "Even Mr. Sun, it's hard to command him now."

Hearing this, Song Zhongdao glanced at Jiang Zhiqing. Although Song Zhongdao had a broad heart, he felt uncomfortable being said that. As a revolutionary veteran who came all the way from the Tongmenghui, Song Zhongdao's qualifications in the revolutionary army It's only slightly inferior to Sun Yat-sen, who was given a bad meal by Lin Senhao just now, if he said he wasn't angry, that would be a lie.

"In order to make him obedient, we have to teach him a lesson." Jiang Zhiqing said, "The youth army went deep into the enemy's rear alone, and the ordnance supplies were all transported from the rear..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Zhiqing stopped talking.

Song Zhongdao immediately frowned, "This is not appropriate, there is no such thing as revolutionaries restraining each other."

"It's not a constraint, it's just a threat. Otherwise, how could Lin Senhao retreat?" Jiang Zhiqing said.

Song Nakajima moved.

I have a little idea, it should indeed be a Cthulhu music story, it should have a similar spiritual temperament as the painter, but it has a completely different packaging form, OK~ the spiritual core is determined first, and the story is not difficult.