Soul Painter

The moment the youth army rushed into Beiping City.

Gao Fan has already run out of the youth army's temporary barracks with his paintbrush and drawing board.

He didn't believe that the emerald lama had the medicine to save his terminal illness.

This is not playing games to kill monsters and drop treasures. The law of stranding or the law of chaos is still in effect in 1920. According to Gao Fan's understanding of this law, it is impossible for him to get the power to save himself from the king in yellow. props'.

Mysteries are absolutely incompatible with each other.

Of course, running away is not a hasty move.

Before Gao Fan drew the collective will of Beiping City, he had already prepared a way out for himself.

In his first painting of national destiny, the protagonists are those refugees.

The painting of the toad accurately portrayed the collective will of the refugees. At this moment, once Gao Fan took this painting and left the youth army barracks that seemed to be loosely guarded by the whole army's raid, and entered among the refugees, those refugees were like As if under a spell, they began to crowd around him.

This is like the pillar painting he created in Japan, and the refugees are easier to manipulate than those Japanese citizens.

As the youth army entered Beiping City, the weather had begun to clear up. Under the sky that broke through the haze, Gao Fan looked at the group of victims surrounded by ragged clothes and emaciated faces.

Although compared to when he was fleeing, his spirit is better, but he can only survive. After all, the youth army has limited food, and it is impossible to provide them with enough food. It is already a great gift for each person to have a bowl of porridge every day. .

But it won't go far.

"Oh~" Gao Fan yelled at them, expressing that he knew, and then he filled in a few strokes on his drawing, and there was a snow-white and fragrant steamed bun in the mouth of the toad.

Toad has always held money, but it is rare to hold steamed buns.

But as soon as the paintbrush fell into ink and the steamed buns appeared, all the refugees' eyes lit up. They looked at their hands as if there was really a steamed bun there, and they couldn't wait to eat it.

From the perspective of a bystander, this scene is particularly weird. These hundreds of refugees seem to be gnawing at the air at the same time, and several of them are choked.

"Eat slowly, eat slowly." Gao Fan said to them.

After eating the steamed buns, Gao Fan helped them draw a bowl of porridge, but it was a pity that they couldn't draw rice with human heads, otherwise Gao Fan's pen could really draw an army out of thin air.

Although they went down after eating a meal, the spirits of the refugees improved a lot.

The words "spiritual food" were not a metaphor in Gao Fan's pen in 1920, but a noun, referring to the steamed buns and porridge that Gao Fan drew.

This is very complicated, and Gao Fan can't quite figure it out. It probably involves mysterious interference with reality. There are two reasons:

One is Gao Fan's skills. After drawing the pillars, there has been a new improvement.

The second is that in this era, it seems to be a reality, but it is a reality filled with various mysteries. In this era, modern technology can never be developed, and only civilization achievements based on demonic characteristics can be produced, such as human head rice.

Therefore, Gao Fan can use this brush to interfere with reality.

"Let's go after eating and drinking~"

Gao Fan told the refugees, so the refugees embraced Gao Fan, and took a lot of supplies from the youth army camp, including a few horses, a few stretchers and so on.

As for the stretcher, a few stronger ones lifted it up, and Gao Fan sat on it. Now Gao Fan felt a bit like Su Qier, the leader of the gang of beggars in Zhou Xingchi's movie "Wu Zhuang Yuan Su Qier".

When the refugees 'looted' the youth army's garrison, the left-behind youth army exercised restraint, because they did not dare to shoot at Gao Fan. The army is dead, and Gao Fan has to live.

Therefore, these youth soldiers could only watch as Gao Fan took a group of refugees and 'looted' the youth army's garrison. A stretcher, this is nothing to the youth army.

Just when Gao Fan was about to leave surrounded by the crowd, he suddenly moved, and he looked at the temporary cell.

It is said to be a prison cell, but it is just a locked room, and Qin Fan is being shackled inside.

When Gao Fan broke the lock and opened the door, Qin Fan smiled at him.

"Help my family."

The so-called family is naturally referring to the fact that pro-fan was born out of Gao Fan.

"take away."

By the way, Gao Fan packed up Qin Fan and took him away.

The reason is that Gao Fan is not sure whether the steamed buns and porridge he drew for these refugees can be taken care of. If he is really hungry, bring his relatives and the food problem will be solved.

In addition, Gao Fan has to eat it himself, he can't draw steamed buns for himself.

As a result, hundreds of mighty refugees headed in the opposite direction to Beiping City, and behind them, Beiping City in the haze seemed to be cut by a god, and a ray of sky slowly bloomed, which was called a spectacle.

A battle to kill the servants of the king in yellow is underway. This battle will destroy the last emperor on the land of China. From then on, warlords will leap onto the stage of history and become the protagonists of the era, and the biggest warlord among them , in the city of Beiping, charging towards the Emerald Lama, surrounded by dozens of maggots soaring and jumping like dragons.

Gao Fan, who was carried on the stretcher, looked at the city of Beiping, which was getting farther and farther behind, and made a gesture on his forehead with his hand, as if paying tribute.

"Take care, old friend."

At this time, a butterfly flew over suddenly, and in the sunlight, it landed on Gao Fan's palm.

"Did you bring Zhuangzi here?"

On the other stretcher, Qin Fan, who was tied tightly like a mummy, suddenly asked.

"Yeah, I drew him~" Gao Fan said cheerfully, in the corner of that toad painting, in an unobtrusive place, Gao Fan drew a butterfly.

This butterfly is Zhuangzi, originally the guide of human civilization, but in 1920, it became Gao Fan's compass.

"Where are we going?" Qin Fan asked.

"Look for Xin Wei." Gao Fan said, "In that old world, I thought that the butterfly could lead me to find Xin Wei, but I didn't expect that it was in this era."

"When did Xin Wei come to this era?" Qin Fan asked, "Why don't I know?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure she's here." Gao Fan said, "The butterfly told me."

"There seems to be a logical problem here, Zhuangzi was drawn by you, how could he know something you don't..." Qin Fan said.

"Shut up, or I'll eat you," Gao Fan said.

He looked towards the endless wilderness, the farther he was from Beiping City, the brighter the sky was, somewhere there, Xin Wei was waiting for him.

Well, in the past two days, I rushed to draft, finished the beginning of the Cthulhu-style singer, and then sent it to the editor along with the sports theme. Soon Ziliang replied to me, writing about sports, which has the potential of ten thousand subscriptions, so that’s it It’s decided, it’s a pity, I expected Ziliang to say oops, both are good, let’s write together, and decide which one to use according to the reader’s reaction, but I didn’t expect to kill Cthulhu so soon, and then I thought about it, The problem may be that in order to avoid the pattern of drawing hands, I used more complex cheats, and then made the rhythm slower. Now I find one thing, but whenever I use very complicated cheats, I use a lot of chapters to explain the cheats. Fingers are not good-looking, such as taming all human beings. Now, I am still in the stage of subtraction. When I really understand my strengths and advantages, then I can add and try to describe a real world. In short, the new book Posted on the 20th of this month, sports theme, confidently speaking, the rhythm is very good. In the past few days, I have thought through the entire plot, characters, and character relationships, and I will definitely not pull my hips later.