Start the Game with a System of Helping Ghosts For Fun

"Jie Jie Jie... Do you think that a knife made of gold can be used against me? You are too naive, the man who defends the ghosts, the ghosts cannot be killed, and the ghosts can only be dealt with by the ghosts. .

　　 And your ghost has been led out by the illusion I created, now you can only be a dead end in front of me, all your struggles and confrontations are in vain. "

　　 Just as Leng Chengyu was about to raise the Guan Gong knife and slash towards the portrait, the woman in the portrait smiled, very weird, very crazy, very contemptuous.

　　 However, Leng Chengyu's Guan Gong knife did not stop at all, but with the power of the whole body, he used the force of the first level of the Guan Gong knife to smash the Huashan Mountain, and he did not hesitate to hack the woman's head on the portrait.

The head of the woman in the portrait of 　　 is still smiling, not only that, she also put her head out of the portrait.

　　 "I will let you chop. I want you to know that your knife is useless to me. I want to make you desperate. I want you to be the character in my portrait in pain.

A human ghost defender holding a golden knife didn't know what he wanted to kill, but when his knife was cut down, he showed a painful expression, and then his painful expression was frozen in this way. There, it became my portrait.

　　 That’s right, that’s it, I haven’t made such a portrait yet, it’s so interesting..."

"brush--"

　　 Before the words of the woman in the portrait were finished, Leng Chengyu's Guan Gong knife was chopped down with a strong aura.

　　 Leng Chengyu only felt that the woman's head was like tofu, and as soon as it was cut down, it was turned into two halves along with the entire portrait.

　　 And when Guan Gong knife cut the woman's head, the woman was still laughing.

　　 However, when the knife penetrated her head and slashed to the ground, her smile froze.

　　 "You? What kind of knife are you?"

　　 "The golden knife that specifically restrains the power of ghosts, haven't you already said it?" Leng Chengyu said coldly.

　　 "Impossible! A golden knife, displayed by a ghost defender who has no ghost power, can't split me, you...you..."

　　 The woman's head protruding from the portrait was split in half, and her mouth was split in the middle. When the woman spoke, the wind leaked, and the wind leaked from the middle.

　　 As she talked, the woman couldn't say anything, she could only stare at Leng Chengyu with wide-eyed eyes.

　　 Her wide-eyed eyes quickly solidified there.

　　 Then, the whole portrait burst into black air. After the black air was over, the portrait and the woman's head turned out to be broken like glass on the ground.

Looking at the fragmented portrait and the woman's head, Leng Chengyu smiled and said, "I forgot to tell you that there was a very classic sentence in the world before me. The villain died of a lot of talk, so I really want to say, what do you mean? Too much!"

　　 However, this woman, the evil spirit in this studio, should not hear Leng Chengyu's words.

　　 At this time, the door of the wooden house was opened with a "crush".

　　 Leng Chengyu looked back and found that Liu Fang turned out to be back.

　　 When Liu Fang came back, he asked Leng Chengyu anxiously: "Master, are you okay? I was led out by the evil spirit just now to the cemetery. Later I found out that she was just an illusion.

　　 However, I was trapped in the cemetery and couldn't get out for a while. I just got out now.

　　 The evil spirit should still be in the studio, she led me away, she should be trying to harm you, are you okay? "

　　 Looking at Liu Fang's caring look, Leng Cheng Yu Nunu said: "I'm fine, the evil spirit you mentioned, she really wants to harm me, but, you see, she has been killed by me."

　　 Liu Fang's gaze went around Leng Chengyu's body, and fell on the fragments of the portrait that had just been broken like glass and scattered on the ground, and said in surprise: "Master, you have killed the evil spirits in this house!"

　　 In astonishment, Liu Fang discovered again that a whiff of white gas emerged from the fragments of the portrait that had fallen on the ground.

　　 "Ah! No! The soul crystal of this evil spirit has floated out and is about to dissipate. No, I have to **** it up quickly, or it will be wasted."

　　 As he said, Liu Fang fluttered over quickly, opened his mouth wide, and inhaled the white gas that was emerging.

　　 After inhaling all the white gas and belching a full burp, Liu Fang said contentedly to Leng Chengyu: "Master, I am going back to my ghost space. I may be sleeping for a while."

　　 Then, Liu Fang turned into a ray of black air and got into Leng Chengyu's arm tattoo space.

　　 "Huh? What is that?"

　　 When Liu Fang just got into the ghost space, Leng Chengyu discovered that in the broken paintings just now, a group of white and shiny things were exposed.

　　 Leng Chengyu couldn't help taking two steps back.

　　Because this is the fragment left after the evil spirit was chopped into pieces in the portrait, Leng Chengyu had to guard against what appeared on it.

　　 After two steps back, he looked carefully, but still couldn't see what it was, so Leng Chengyu had to use Guan Gong knife to pick the fragments of the portrait.

　　 The fragments were picked up, and the thing was finally exposed.

　　 turned out to be a paintbrush.

　　 This brush is about a foot long. The barrel is made of tough bamboo, the size of a toe, and the tip is a bundle of white hair.

　　 Leng Chengyu just saw these white hairs ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

　　 "Why does this brush appear here? It didn't happen just now. Could it be the treasure left by the evil spirit after the evil spirit was killed?"

　　 Seeing that the hair on the front end was shining, and the pen barrel was red, yellow, and very expensive, Leng Chengyu couldn't help but pick it up.

　　 Since it is a paintbrush, can it be used for painting?

　　 Leng Chengyu found a blank piece of drawing paper from this studio.

　　Although this drawing paper is already covered with dust, it can barely be used for drawing after a single shot.

　　 "Dip something to paint?"

　　 Leng Chengyu searched for a while and found that there was no paint at all.

　　 "Huh? How could this be?"

　　 When Leng Chengyu was just looking for paint, he found that the hair on the front of the brush turned into colorful, and it was a bit sticky.

　　 "Does it mean that paint will automatically appear on this hair when you think about it?"

　　 Whether it is or not, just try it and you'll know.

　　 Leng Chengyu lifted his paintbrush and began to draw on the drawing paper.

　　 "But what do you paint?"

　　Leng Chengyu thought of Liu Fang in his mind.

　　 So Leng Chengyu unconsciously drew Liu Fang on the drawing paper.

　　 Leng Chengyu never learned to paint systematically before, but now he doesn't know why, he can paint Liu Fang's portrait very smoothly.

　　 Within a minute, Liu Fang's head appeared vividly on the drawing paper, and the image was very lifelike, almost exactly the same as the real Liu Fang's face.

　　 Leng Chengyu remembered that the portrait of Liu Fang appeared in the bathroom and the bedroom before. I am afraid that the evil spirit used this brush to paint the portrait of Liu Fang.