Soul Painter

The second floor of the studio.

Gao Fan opened his eyes.

The night is still fading outside the window.

Look at the time, only ten minutes have passed.

But he has already embarked on a century-long adventure in his hall of inspiration.

It seems to be a magical meditation.

Before the adventure, there was originally a copy of "The Fragment of Red Mansions" on the big solid wood table in front of him.

Now, this enchantment that carried the mystery of the unity of all things was shattered into light before Gao Fan's eyes.

Because 100 years ago, it had been eaten by Lin Senhao's maggot army.

Gao Fan forgot to find out how Lin Senhao used the power of a lower race to eat an old magic spell.

But Lin Senhao did not let him down anyway.

Look at the city of Boston in the hall of inspiration.

This city is like a shield, helping Gao Fan resist the mighty force from the one who unites everything.

Gao Fan also concentrated the power of a million of them, and Lin Senhao joined forces to fight Huashu Maozhou.

Nowadays, houses in the city of Boston are collapsed, buildings are tilted, and some places and even entire streets have been erased. However, there are still many citizens living in the ruins. They come and go, and where they pass, the city is in one Little by little, the streets have been reconstructed, and the buildings have been recreated, like a group of hardworking worker ants, rebuilding their homes.

As long as the city of Boston still exists in reality, Boston in the Hall of Inspiration by Gao Fan will slowly return to its original state, because this city binds millions of human souls with Boston blood, and human souls are the most abundant. Every pious thinking will turn into bricks and tiles for rebuilding the city-state on the ruins.

In addition to these battle traces.

Gao Fan's long-awaited mysticism also broke through the shackles.

It is currently 33 o’clock. Taming "The Fragment of Red Mansions", experiencing Mao Zhou's mutation, and working with Lin Senhao to fight Mao Zhou who turned into the Flower of Light, these are all processes of understanding the unity of everything, although it only happens in In the inspiration, the improvement is small, but it does make Gao Fan's occultism go beyond the limit.

After examining these.

It's the moment that excites Gao Fan the most.

Look at the time, 2 o'clock in the morning.

Gao Fan knows that now is not the time.

But he still bought a train ticket.

The train ticket at 5 am, when it arrives in Pingshi, it's almost 6 o'clock, and then take the train to the destination, which is almost 7 o'clock. It's time to get up over there.

"Let's witness the miracle~" Gao Fan held God on it and rubbed his face repeatedly.

Meow~ God disliked it and pushed away Gao Fan's face with the soles of the feet with pads. Recently, Gao Fan has paid too little attention to the black cat. God has some opinions.

...

7 o'clock.

Gao Fan knocked on Feng Yuan's door on time.

He also carried buns, soy milk and fried dough sticks, servings for four people.

Of these four, they naturally include Gao Fan, Feng Yuanren, Feng Baobao, and Feng Yuan.

Gao Fan destroyed "The Fragmented Red Mansion" 100 years ago.

This Lingshu had indeed disappeared in front of Gao Fan, so Feng Yuan shouldn't be ‘eaten’ by Lingshu again.

After a few minutes, the door opened.

Bao Baofeng appeared at the door, her face was pale, and it was obvious that she had experienced too much sorrow during this period. Seeing Gao Fan, her brows frowned, and a mood of rejection spontaneously emerged.

Although Bao Baofeng knew that Feng Yuan’s death was not directly related to Gao Fan, Gao Fan claimed to save Feng Yuan but failed to save it. This is also true. She can’t blame Gao Fan, but at this moment, she can’t do nothing. Got to give Gao Fan kindness and smiles.

Bao Baofeng stood at the door, and asked in a slightly indifferent voice: "Gao Fan, it's so early, something?"

I... Gao Fan just wanted to talk, but noticed the black cloth strips on Feng Baobao's arms.

That is ‘filial piety’.

The ‘filial piety’ to be worn by relatives after death.

Gao Fan frowned, and he immediately said, "That's not right!"

"What... hey? Where are you going?"

Seeing that Gao Fan was wrong, Feng Baobao rushed into the house. She hurriedly stopped, but only stopped the soy milk fritters in Gao Fan's hands. These things were scattered all over the ground, and also prevented Feng Baobao from blocking.

Gao Fan took the opportunity to enter Feng Yuan's house and went up to the second floor when he was familiar with the road. He also met Mrs. Feng. Gao Fan's sudden appearance also confused Mrs. Feng and asked, ‘How come you, Xiao Gao? ’, but Gao Fan did not answer either.

boom!

Gao Fan opened the door of the study at the end of the second floor.

He and Feng Yuan had competed here for half a month, where Gao Fan completed his sketches imitating meticulous painting of the Red Mansions. Feng Yuan also surpassed Gao Fan by spitting blood and painting to death. From this, Feng Yuan Obtained the first qualification to witness the truth of Lingshu, and then was shattered by the huge mystery of the one who unified everything.

Now, the traces of the previous competition have been cleaned up.

But the ink marks on the table can still be seen.

Gao Fan realized that the match still exists.

In other words, Feng Yuan never returned.

But how is this possible?

"That's not right." Gao Fan said to Mrs. Feng and Bao Bao who were chasing him: "Mr. Feng should have come alive."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Bao Baofeng's eyes flushed, "I came here early in the morning to talk nonsense! Don't you think we are not sad enough!"

"Baby, don't talk." Madam Feng glared at Bao Baofeng, and then said to Gao Fan: "Xiao Gao, people can't come back from death, I know you are also very sad, but Lao Feng is really gone and can't come back... …"

Mrs. Feng's voice and expression ~www.readwn.com~ gradually became blurred in front of Gao Fan's eyes, and his huge doubts made him fall into a state of chaos.

No, he was clearly inspired to tell him that as long as "The Fragment of Red Mansions" was destroyed, Feng Yuan might return.

He cut off the root cause of Feng Yuan being engulfed mysteriously.

"The Fragment of Red Mansions" no longer exists.

Why didn't Mr. Feng come back?

...

Waiting for Gao Fan to break free from all these doubts and disappointments, he was already standing on the streets of Pingshi.

The sky of Pingshi is gray.

Gao Fan wandered the streets like a wandering soul without an owner.

He walked from dawn to noon, from noon to dark, and walked all the way from Feng Yuan’s home on Zhichun Road to Houhai at the root of the imperial city. Anyway, he was lost. It didn’t matter where he went.

It’s March, and there’s still a bit of cold weather, but the bar in Houhai is already very lively. When Gao Fan saw the bustling crowd, he felt a little hungry. He sat on a seat leaning on the railing and water and took the wine list. The beer girl who came here ordered ten great beer.

Ten sticks. The beer girl in shorts asked Gao Fan, do you have any friends coming?

"No, I just want to get drunk." Gao Fan said with a smile.

The beer girl, who has to show her thighs in this weather, suddenly felt that she was not too bitter compared to the one in front of her, because the bitterness she saw in Gao Fan’s smile on his face was so piercing that she had a little eye. Sorrowful... This boy must have encountered a particularly tragic loss of love, right?

The local beer is a bit bitter.

Boston beer is a bit sour.

But in short, they are not drunk.

He has been cursed by an elk cat and will always be awake under any circumstances. To be drunk, he must pretend to be drinking, and then observe the world with a ‘distorted’ vision, barely as if he is drunk.