Soul Painter

"I draw?" Wu Haoxue was stunned for a moment, then excited, "Can I do it?"

"Try first, try to grow~" Gao Fan said.

"But this painting is so crucial, if Sanzhuxiong is not satisfied, we will be in trouble." Although Wu Haoxue is young, his personality is quite mature.

"He will be satisfied." Gao Fan put the brush into Wu Haoxue's hand, "Xiao Wu, you are not afraid, are you? It is the soul of the two worlds, Mr. Feng is not as cowardly as you, he was facing the servants back then. You dare to write, you are more courageous than him, if you dare not, it will be too shameful."

"What's not to dare!" Wu Haoxue, after all, is a young man, saying that he has lived in two lives, but for him at this moment, the last life is just an experience, and he also remembers some lessons. The character in his bones is the one who came out of the mountains. Stubborn boy.

Picking up the paintbrush and dipping it in the mysterious dye he grinded, Wu Haoxue opened the frame and was ready to write on this portrait painting.

"It's enough to draw the face, I haven't made a good foundation for the other parts." Gao Fan said to Wu Haoxue.

"How to draw?" Wu Haoxue asked.

"Just paint, anyway, your skills are not enough, I'm mentally prepared for whatever you want to paint." Gao Fan said.

Wu Haoxue bit his lower lip. Although he admitted that his skills were not as good as that of his teacher, Gao Fan, when he was told that, he had to draw a good picture...

Looking at Wu Haoxue's appearance of painting the manuscript with immortal dyes he didn't know whether it was qualified or not, Gao Fan commented on Wu Haoxue's skill level in his heart. The average value is probably between 70 and 80. Considering Wu Haoxue's formal contact with oil painting study and creation for no more than two years, this progress can be called rapid.

However, considering that there is another master soul in Wu Haoxue's body, this progress is a bit slow. If he wants to inherit the mantle of the Devil School, Wu Haoxue must at least raise the three items to 100, which is the level of a 'true master' Well, at this rate, wouldn't it take another four or five years?

If I use the system to add points to increase, I will be able to achieve full value in more than three years, but in the mid-term for creation, I spent a lot of SAN value on improving the skills of the second stage, so...

"Xiao Wu, your level is not very good." Gao Fan frowned, "How is the color on this face, big girl? It's a bit rouge, have you misunderstood Sanzhuxiong's gender? Yes, where does this look come from? You were not a master of fine brushwork in your previous life, and you are the best at portraying characters? What's the matter, I haven't eaten enough in the morning, so use some energy..."

Wu Haoxue bit his lip, an 18-year-old boy who was criticized by his teacher for being useless, and obviously couldn't bear it. Although he was an investigator, he felt that he was strong and could fight demons, but half of his soul was an artist. To destroy an artist, it is enough to criticize his work.

However, although Gao Fan has been called a 'teacher' for several years, this is the first time Gao Fan taught him to paint. In addition, Lu Guoying's mouth is also very poisonous. Wu Haoxue has developed resistance, so Wu Haoxue insisted on clenching his teeth and drums. With great effort, in Gaofan's broken mouth, he finished painting the face of this portrait.

Of course, this painting has also been shoveled several times in a row, especially when drawing eyes. Wu Hao learned to paint once, and Gao Fan asked him to shovel once. After seven or eight times, he achieved the feeling that Gao Fan wanted. And when Wu Haoxue looked at the sullen eyes he drew, he could not help but sigh with emotion, the teacher is the teacher.

"Tsk tsk, enough dye to paint a whole human body, in your hands, at most enough to paint half a body." Gao Fan looked at the immortal dye that was wasted by Wu Haoxue, and sighed, but who made him unable to do it himself.

"Will it work?" Gao Fan pinched his chin and studied the painting.

A whole day has passed, that is to say, the second day that Sanzhuxiong gave him has passed. Will this portrait with only a head drawn in front of him make Sanzhuxiong satisfied?

...

Sanzhuo is closing his eyes and resting in the meditation room.

He could feel his life passing by.

There is not much time left...

"Patriarch, there is something wrong with Mr. Gaofan's painting," Ikeda said in a low voice, kneeling behind Sanzhuo.

Mitsuhiro didn't speak.

The energy used for speaking should also be saved.

So Ikeda continued: "The spider he drew is said to be the devil in the owner's soul, but I very much doubt that this is a method he used to murder the owner..."

Mishima moved slightly, and Ikeda immediately shut up, but Ikeda knew that his words made Mishima suspicious. At this moment, Mishima's most precious thing was only his life. Any person, thing or thing that can make him feel dangerous must be avoided, avoided or even obliterated.

"Mystery is making the world turbulent. If the Siam-Russian Federation wants to win the East, it must give me a satisfactory price. The existence of Gao Fan is a hope and a bargaining chip..." Sanzhuxiong said in a low voice.

"Then is he a hope or a bargaining chip? If it is a bargaining chip, after using it, can it be... I heard that the Siamese-Russian Federation is very interested in him." Ikeda said.

"Heh..." Sanzhuxiong suddenly laughed, the laughter was cold and low, like a snake that was spitting a letter, which made Ikeda shudder.

"Little finger." Mizushio said.

"Yes!" Without hesitation, Ikeda pulled out a short blade from behind his waist, then took out a silk handkerchief, pressed his left hand on the silk handkerchief, the short blade was placed at the junction of the little finger and the palm, and cut it with force, blood gushing out out, a little finger left his palm.

"Again, I'll have a secret communication with the Siamese-Russian Federation, and I'll need your hand..." Sanzhuxiong said softly.

"Yes!" Ikeda nodded vigorously, holding his left hand.

"If the price offered by the Siamese-Russian Federation is rich enough, I don't mind giving them the painter, although this will offend STK, but at that time, I am afraid that I have already stood on the opposite side of human beings... Huh?" Sanzhuxiong said. As he spoke, his voice suddenly became louder.

His throat was like a blocked valve, and a lot of old tissue was stuffed in his lungs, and it was still aging, falling off, and decaying, which made Mishima feel that he was a withering tree.

But at this moment ~www.readwn.com~ his voice suddenly became louder, as if it was the sound of a strong wind blowing through the treetops. It had been a long time since he used his own voice to make such a loud voice.

"I...?" Sanzhuxiong subconsciously touched his face. He touched the skin that was full of toughness. Although it was definitely not full of collagen like a teenager, it was still the old wrinkled skin like bark before. The faces cannot be compared.

"What's wrong with me?" Mishima turned to look at Ikeda.

The moment Ikeda saw Mishima, his pupils widened sharply, because he saw a majestic face that definitely didn't belong to a 100-year-old.

"Patriarch, you..." Ikeda was startled.

"Where's the mirror! Go get the mirror!" Mishima scolded Ikeda.

Waiting for Ikeda to bring the mirror, Mishima Shiro took a picture of his face, this 40-year-old face, he suddenly burst out laughing loudly.

However, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. First, he looked at his hands, and then tore off his clothes, and saw that this body was still full of wrinkled old men, only the face was young.