Soul Painter

It is a taboo for military strategists to hang alone thousands of miles away.

After the youth army was stationed outside Beiping for a week, the food and grass were exhausted, which made it even more difficult.

Originally, the food and grass should not be eaten so fast. After all, the youth army only has three battalions, but they cannot hold back a large number of victims coming from the direction of Beiping, surrounding the youth army station, and then surrounded the refugee camp. As a result, these disaster victims spread to ten or ten to hundreds, and the more victims came, the faster the consumption of food and grass.

At this moment, even the indomitable youth army officers and soldiers are somewhat doubtful and shaken. As we all know, cavalry are not good at attacking the city. Bar?

In addition, the remnants of the Beiyang Army that were penetrated by the youth army in the west and south are regrouping. When the enemy forces attack from all directions, wouldn't the youth army fall into an urn?

What is even more frightening is that since the two leaders of the Revolutionary Army, Song Zhongdao and Jiang Zhiqing left, there have been rumors in the army that the headquarters of the Revolutionary Army, which has been supporting the rear, will cut off the supplies of the youth army. What should we do?

The cloud of suspicion, like the haze in the sky extending from Beiping City, hovered over the youth army, and the victims were even more frightened. All kinds of rumors went away, and no one knew how the victims got the news. , but from a mysterious perspective, they seem to be a group of ants on a hot pot, restless.

In handsome account.

Gao Fan sat by the window.

Looking down at the group of victims in the rain.

There are a lot of them, there must be several thousand. They are not organized and live in groups.

In Gao Fan's vision at the moment, they seem to be a whole, which is very interesting. Is this a manifestation of collective will... Gao Fan took a pencil and daubed on the drawing paper in his hand, and soon a toad-like The monster appeared on the drawing paper, it should be fictional, but it seemed to come to life slowly.

bang bang.

Lin Senhao knocked on the door and entered.

After letting Gao Fan live in the handsome tent, Lin Senhao went to spend a few days with his son Lin Kaiyin. Lin Kaiyin was very angry about this, and wandered around the door of the handsome tent if he had nothing to do. He probably ran into Gao Fan and brought a pistol. Accidents like a fire escape solved Gao Fan, the culprit who caused the youth army to fall into such a predicament.

But Gao Fan didn't give anyone a chance to assassinate him, he stayed still in the tent all the time, like a hibernating bear.

Gao Fan knew it was Lin Senhao without looking back.

"Are you still not withdrawing your troops?" Gao Fan asked leisurely, "I don't even have enough rice for a human head. Is there not enough food?"

"Even if there is enough food, it is impossible to give you rice every day." Lin Senhao smiled wryly. He took off his hat and put it on the table. He turned his back and looked at the map on the wall. It was a topographic map of Beiping City and its surrounding hundreds of miles. .

After watching for a while, Lin Senhao sighed: "The youth army will leave as soon as they say, but what about these disaster victims?"

"The disaster victims have their own way of survival." Gao Fan put the toad portrait he drew on the table. The toad sleeps in the dry well and will not die for three years. They have their destiny and destiny.

Lin Senhao glanced at it and found it strange, so he went to look at it again. He has a very high attainment in occultism, and he quickly saw something strange in the painting. This toad was made of thousands of disaster victims. It was painted by Gao Fan. Not people, but...

"What you painted is...collective will?" Lin Senhao was surprised, "How did you see it?"

"Use your eyes~" Gao Fan said proudly, "My drawing skills have improved a little~"

"It's not just a small progress!" Lin Senhao continued to admire, "The collective will can also be called the fate of heaven, luck or national destiny. If it can be described, it can also be driven. Gao Fan, your brush and painting are the foundation of national destiny. Do it!"

Heh~ Gao Fan was happy, he smiled and said: "Pretend, you pretend again."

Lin Senhao couldn't help smiling.

"If you didn't know that I can paint the fate of the country, you would be so kind to give me a bowl of rice worth a month's salary for the youth army?" Gao Fan sneered, "I'm surprised that I didn't even know that I was in 1920 , There will be such a change in painting skills, how do you know?"

"Gao Fan, you misunderstood. I just sensed that the curse of the abyss was triggered, so I came to pick you up. After all, in 1920, there was a crisis every step of the way, and the place where you showed mysterious signs was very close to the headquarters of the Beiyang Army. It was too dangerous. No other intention." Lin Senhao smiled wryly, "Don't get me wrong."

"I traveled to Beiping City, was it also your design?" Gao Fan stared at Lin Senhao, "Are you thinking that I will arrive in 100 years?"

"It really has nothing to do with me." Lin Senhao said, "I have evidence."

"Evidence?" Gao Fan sneered, "I don't believe a word of what you are saying now."

...

"I am the evidence." Sitting in front of Gao Fan, Qin Fan smiled softly.

I'm stupid! Gao Fan was startled, looking at the white and tender incarnation of Buddha in front of him.

Gao Fan has been ravaged for half a month, skinny and dark, and his head has not been replenished, but Qin Fan still has white skin and tender flesh, shining with precious light, and he can live forever if he eats it Like a Tang monk who is not old.

Old friends meet, but there is no intimacy.

The fall of Qinfan to 1920 was not as Gao Fan expected.

After all, the world 100 years later, and other old worlds created by the Creator, are equivalent to one big net after another. Great beings dance on the net to compete for ownership of the old world. Once their agents fall, they will be removed from the net. His eyes fell on the bottom of the world in 1920.

But in the list of agents that Gao Fan wants to meet, there are Minase Harumo, Xin Wei, and maybe even Luc Villiers, the angel of time, but there are no such guys as Qin Fan and Liu Xiu.

"It was I who wanted to recruit soldiers from the old world, and that's why I summoned you and 100,000 other old-world residents to Beiping City. This matter has nothing to do with Lin Shuai." Qin Fan explained for Lin Senhao.

"What a coincidence..." Gao Fan still looked at Lin Senhao suspiciously, and then at Qin Fan. They wouldn't be cooperating to lie to him, right?

"It's really a coincidence." Qin Fan turned to look at Lin Senhao, "Shuai Lin, what else do you need me to do?"

Lin Senhao did not answer Qinfan, but said to Gao Fan: "Although Your Excellency Qinfan is my prisoner, the gods do not lie, and she will not lie."

"Why did you arrest her?" Gao Fan asked curiously.

"It was just a matter of convenience before. After all, a god in the world is always valuable. Just be careful that my youth army and maggots are taken away by her. But now the youth army is on the verge of extinction, the army is short of food, and there are thousands of disaster victims waiting to be fed. Your Excellency Qinfan can help me." Lin Senhao said.

What do you mean... Gao Fan didn't understand for a moment.

Qinfan sighed, lowered his eyes and bowed his head and said: "Amituofo, the Buddha also had the calamity of cutting flesh to feed eagles."

Gao Fan's eyes widened, I'm stupid, he understands, what the hell is this!

"You want to eat her?" Gao Fan was surprised, "It's not enough, there are thousands of people!"

"Your Excellency Qinfan is the incarnation of the Buddha, and you can be resurrected immediately by cutting the bones and flesh." Lin Senhao said with a smile, "It is a walking army storehouse that will never be exhausted."

I'll go to your walking army grain depot! What the hell is this age! To slaughter God like a pig?

Gao Fan was stunned for a while, and suddenly asked, "Is it delicious?"

Um? Both Lin Senhao and Qin Fan looked at Gao Fan.

"I'm just asking, I'm just asking, I don't want to try it." Gao Fan explained, but he was still curious, and asked Lin Senhao, "Do you usually eat sashimi directly, or do you have to braise it in soy sauce, won't it be fishy?"

Qinfan's jade-like white face became a little ugly.

"If you really want to eat, I'll ask the chef to cook for you." Lin Senhao said seriously, "You can choose which one to eat first."

Qinfan's expression became even uglier.

Gao Fan and Lin Senhao smiled at each other, Gao Fan praised: "It's up to you to be a pervert."

"I think you really want to have a taste." Lin Senhao said.

"I just want to think about it, but I'm afraid of being polluted." Gao Fan said.

"If you are in a hurry, the military rations in the army are only enough for another three days. Now you can think about where to start eating after three days." Lin Senhao said.

"When you dig out the brains, you must tell me that they are tofu brains, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to eat them."

"That's a good idea..."

...

If Lin Senhao really starts eating Qinfan.

Gao Fan was rather curious about this scene.

What kind of picture is this that can be resurrected by cutting flesh?

Dear God who walks on the earth, what does the meat taste like? Is it better than pork?

Does eating it count as pollution? Will it become her minions?

These are all worth studying.

But it's better not to eat it.

The cannibalism broke Gao Fan's understanding of the world.

But this was only the last straw that pushed Gao Fan to paint the city of Beiping.

Ever since he knew that he could draw the 'National Fortune', Gao Fan has always wanted to try the city of Beiping. Now that his strength and energy have almost recovered under the nourishment of a lot of precious human head rice, Gao Fan started to paint.

Beiping City has been occupied by demons for five years.

Start painting.

The good news is that the next Cthulhu Singer's book, Goldfinger, has also been finished. The number of words is currently increasing with difficulty. It is estimated that the beginning can be finished before the 20th, so that two beginnings can be saved before the end of the month, and then judge what to write Which, in fact, there is also an idea of ​​Xianxia, ​​which is also very interesting~ Is it interesting to cultivate into a kun?