Soul Painter

STK is committed to improving the overall level of human civilization, and is not just concerned with a single ‘pillar’.

They recognize the role of ‘pillars’, but they will not hinder the progress of human civilization as a whole for a certain pillar.

For example, if Gao Fan is a budding painter, he will be cherished by STK, because Gao Fan brought the "devil school" painting skills, but as long as this painting skills are passed down, in STK's eyes, a new "civilization barrier" will be Born, therefore, STK pays more attention to the integrity of civilization rather than solitary cases.

In other words, the pillar that STK considers is civilization itself.

But in any case, the premise that great beings are hindered by human civilization so as not to invade human society is the common cognition of STK and gravediggers.

Gao Fan didn't know where this knowledge came from.

But it did condense the purpose of establishing various investigator organizations in the Darkside World.

Otherwise, facing the indescribable horror of great existence that cannot be resisted, watched or even thought of, any human being who knows the truth will lose the courage to resist and turn to a servant who bows down and surrenders.

So, it becomes the question again, what is the pillar?

With such doubts.

Gao Fan browsed the information from STK.

It was a time when the three great beings of the One, the King of Yellow Clothes, and the Living Flame were stirring up the world. Behind all recorded history, there were one, two or even three demons conspiring to whisper, and this Everything came to an abrupt halt in 1920, and the three great beings seemed to have been interrupted by a more powerful force to stop their interference in the human world.

Who did it?

Gao Fan thought with great interest.

Time and space are really interesting.

If you don’t treat time as a linear flow, and look at it from a higher dimension—the infinite symmetry created by Gao Fan and Anna, with this perspective—then 1920 is indeed invading the human world, but history is tenacious in 1920. The divergence, to exclude those direct interference from the great existence, so that they can only secretly indulge in conspiracies in private.

"If you follow some third-rate writing methods, then I, who is trying to interpret this real history, may be that power~" Gao Fan said to himself, thinking about it again is wrong, "It should be Lin Senhao who was kicked by me in 1920. , More like the protagonist who saves the doomsday..."

"What are you whispering?" Xin Wei, wearing an apron, took the food from the kitchen and placed it on the long solid wood table in front of Gao Fan.

This table is three meters wide and two meters long. It is the place where Gao Fan eats and places his books and piles of paint. It is also God’s nest. At the same time, if Gao Fan wants, he can also sleep on this table. Now Xin Wei has figured it out. The meals only occupies a small corner.

Xin Wei seemed to have heard Gao Fan mention the name ‘Lin Senhao’.

Xin Wei has always been reluctant to believe that Lin Senhao fell off the cliff and disappeared.

And after a wonderful incident in Shanghai, Xin Wei had an intuition that Lin Senhao was not dead.

"You got it wrong, I said'it's time to dismantle'." Gao Fan said with his hands raised.

It is now the seventh day after Gao Fan was injured.

Gao Fan felt that he should unpack the'package'.

Anyway, the dressing was changed every three days. The last time was yesterday, and that was the last dressing change, the doctor said.

Of course, the doctor’s original words are, "If you don’t feel relieved, wait a few days before removing the gauze, but it’s the same if you take it apart and replace it with a band-aid."

"It's time to take it apart." Xin Wei felt regretful, and Gao Fan was very well-behaved under her hands these days-there is no way to be bad, Gao Fan has no hands.

"You don't seem to like it?" Gao Fan glanced at Xin Wei dissatisfied.

"I just look forward to one day, when you are too old to walk, you can only be pushed by me in a wheelchair, so that you will not run around, and I can push you to the square every day to enjoy the sun." Xin In the unimagined future, romance is romance, and I always feel a little sick.

Gao Fan shuddered when thinking about the future.

He would rather die in pollution.

No, dying in pollution is also disgusting.

Still painting, he suddenly vomited blood, dyed the canvas red, covered with the last layer of **** light, and passed away, which is more in line with his imagination of the meaning of life, and then he “sprayed blood and painted death” The ultimate profound meaning of becoming the Demon School can only be used once in a person's life. Isn't it truly "absolute".

Next, although Gao Fan was eager to remove the gauze, Xin Wei insisted on removing the gauze after the meal, so she smiled and finished feeding Gao Fan a meal, Gao Fan felt that she might be sick.

Remove the gauze.

Gao Fan squeezed his fist, his fingers stiffened, and he was fine with a few movements.

He thought of "The Fragment of Red Mansions" in Feng Yuan's house, the wild and untamed spell curse, which has vaguely captured the shadow of life behind it in the past few days.

Next is the time to reveal the truth.

"Beauty~ I have to see who you are." Gao Fan sighed lightly.

Xin Wei cast a puzzled look.

But she has to go to work after all, and it is impossible to look at Gao Fan every day.

The next day Gao Fan threw her request of "Don't run around, paint at home honestly" and went to Pingshi.

When he arrived in Pingshi, Gao Fan did not go directly to Feng Yuan's house, but first found Feng Yuan's wife and daughter.

Now the pair of mother and daughter, who felt they were abandoned, were angry at Madam Feng Yuan's natal family. They were a little surprised when they saw Gao Fan who came to the door.

"Good mother, good sister~" Gao Fan greeted the two, "What I will say next to you may be a bit weird, but you must believe that Mr. Feng didn't deliberately abandon his family, he was just fascinated by monsters. Up..."

Feng Yuan’s daughter is called Feng Baobao. Feng Yuan once wanted to train her to become a painter. However, Feng Baobao’s biggest hobby for painting is to use brushes as hairpins. His current occupation is a dance teacher, which is also related to art. Where the same age.

…

Bang bang bang!

Feng Yuan's door was knocked again.

After a while, Feng Yuan came to open the door, and his skinny figure aroused pity when he stood there. What a refined and energetic man this was once.

"Are you back?" Feng Yuan saw his wife and daughter, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was also overjoyed.

When I saw Gao Fan again, he said apologetically: "Last time I was overwhelmed by my attitude, but Xiao Gao, you must remember that you must cherish the relics of the ancestors, and you must not make them too heavy. A book is a cultural heritage and ruined. It's really gone."

Uh-huh. Gao Fan said, winking at the two mother and daughter, so the two of them took a few steps forward and surrounded Feng Yuan, while Gao Fan took the opportunity to throw away his feet and ran upstairs.

"Hey? Xiao Gao, where are you going? Hey! Don't stop me!"

Behind him was Feng Yuan's cry, but Gao Fan brought the mother and daughter to create this strategic space.

boom!

He faintly pushed open the study door at the end of the second floor.

At a glance, I saw "The Fragment of Red Mansions" spread out on the table.

He pointed to the broken scroll and called out: "Wang Xiying! Come out!"