Soul Painter

Gao Fan, whose sanity is currently only 65, is sitting in the car sent by the Sanzhu family to send him away because he has repeatedly painted mysterious minions of different great beings. Although he can see that there is a problem with the driver of the car, there are also problems with the several cars that follow the escort. But he doesn't care.

The convoy drove past Qingliang Temple and walked for another ten minutes, when they reached the edge of Kyoto city.

The atmosphere in the car was so tense that it was about to explode.

Wu Haoxue pressed the folded alloy bow in his bag and was ready to take it out to fight at any time, but in the end, the tense mood did not become a battle horn. After the car sent Gao Fan and Wu Haoxue to Kyoto City, According to Wu Haoxue's request, they put them down.

"Almost..." Wu Haoxue felt that it almost turned into a **** battle just now.

"He dare not." Gao Fan smiled.

"Teacher, why are you so confident?" Wu Haoxue asked, "Do you still have the means to control Sanzhuxiong?"

"No, the paintings are all given to him. I don't have any means. It's all based on my self-confidence to judge what Sanzhuxiong dare not do to us." Gao Fan said seriously.

"...Thanks to your self-confidence, we are safe and sound." Wu Haoxue said that in just a few days with Gao Fan, this honest child has been forced to learn to complain, which shows how much pressure he is under.

"That's right, as long as we believe that he doesn't dare, he really doesn't dare." Gao Fan said seriously.

Maybe... Wu Haoxue thought about the situation just now, like facing a blood-devouring beast. We all know that as long as you are not timid and look directly at it, it will most likely not come and bite you, but who can stand it? Don't be afraid of yourself?

At least Wu Haoxue can't do it, he will choose to fight, and Gao Fan, who has no support, when facing Sanzhuxiong who is more terrible than the blood-devouring beast, his mental stability is really amazing, or this kind of 'stability' , is a kind of 'abnormal'.

…

The sky is evening.

Gao Fan and Wu Hao went to a restaurant called 'Late Night Canteen'.

See a typical Eastern Ying style shop.

It's what the operator said, where the investigator who answered them was.

There are several chairs next to the 'hui'-shaped table, there are no separate booths, and it looks very cramped. The burly male boss who is wearing a chef's attire is still preparing a meal, and when he hears the doorbell, he looks up and glances. , and also let Wu Haoxue see his face.

This is an uncle in his 40s, he looks ordinary, only the scar on his face attracts attention.

"It's not open yet." The boss pointed to the sign at the door and said, "Business hours: 24:00 to 6:00".

"I'm a shooter, he's a painter." Wu Haoxue said to the boss.

The boss slowly straightened up, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and wiped his hands with his apron, "Welcome, I'm the C-level investigator 'Boss'."

…

"Your code name is 'Archer'?" Gao Fan looked at Wu Haoxue as if he had seen an alien, "Where's your bronze holy garment?"

"My name is Sagittarius, and I'm not called Sagittarius Saint Seiya. Where can I get the Bronze Saint Cloth." Wu Haoxue was helpless.

"Boss, your restaurant's name and business hours are the same as in the TV series, have you paid the copyright fee?" Gao Fan asked the boss again.

"The TV series is adapted from comics. The author of the comics, the guy named Abe Yaro, always comes to me to draw materials, and once took a lot of money to me, saying it was the copyright fee, if you are talking about this , then I will confiscate it." The boss said while brushing the cup.

Hehe~ Gao Fan, who has nothing to do when he is idle, laughs, because his sanity is low, so his mouth does not want to be idle. He is about to say something, the news broadcast by the TV hanging opposite the 'hui'-shaped dining table , attracted the attention of the three.

"…Reporter from our station, just two hours ago, the Prime Minister signed the agreement to join the Siam-Russian Federation. From today, Dongying has officially become a member of the Siam-Russian Federation. work for mutual benefit and win-win results.”

Although Gao Fan and Wu Haoxue don't understand Japanese, there are subtitles under this news. Generally speaking, if you know 5,000 Chinese, you can also understand seven, seven, eight, eight about Japan, plus the boss's translation, you can understand all of them. .

The Prime Minister imprisoned the Emperor of God, and then signed an agreement to join the Siam-Russian Federation... This was two hours ago, Wu Haoxue received an urgent notice from the operator, so he said, "The political situation in Eastern Ying has changed."

As for why the prime minister with an ambiguous attitude suddenly turned to the Siamese-Russian Federation, the reasons are very complicated. STK has not figured it out for a while, but in short, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, but it can't leave for a while.

"At present, Dongying has temporarily suspended all foreign international flights and routes, so if you want to leave Dongying, you must smuggle it now." The boss said, "I can arrange for you to smuggle to Sanhan or Annan, and then transfer back to New York from there, but it is still It will take a while, all the ports are currently in the hands of the military."

"How long will it take?" Wu Haoxue asked with a frown.

"It's hard to say, the military control will not last forever. As soon as there is a chance, I will send you out immediately." The boss said, "But for now, you still have to hide for a few days."

Wu Haoxue looked at Gao Fan.

Gao Fan stared at the clock on the wall, seemingly turning a deaf ear to the conversation between Wu Haoxue and the boss just now.

"What are you looking at?" Wu Haoxue asked.

"...Time." Gao Fan said in a trance.

"What happened to the time?" Wu Haoxue then asked.

"The time is almost up." Gao Fan kept his eyes on the clock.

"What time is coming?" Wu Haoxue continued to ask, he felt like he was serving an Alzheimer's patient.

"Sanzhuxiong's time is almost up." Gao Fan said.

…

Mishima is practicing swordsmanship in the dojo.

He was also a true disciple of a certain genre.

Although there is not much chance to fight in battle, as long as he is a healthy human male, there is no one who does not like the pleasure of slashing a sharp blade. Now he is shirtless, holding a long knife in his hand, exhaling, and slashing left in the dojo Slashing right, enjoying the sweat that hasn't happened in decades.

He is strong.

very powerful.

very…

Snapped!

Suddenly, when he made a slashing motion, his feet became uncontrollable, and with a crisp sound, his entire body tumbled down. Xiong didn't realize it, he just stared at his feet, which had become old again. The right foot showed a strange angle and was twisted and broken.

"Gao Fan!" Sanzhuxiong roared.

…

"Eternal life is not painted like that." Gao Fan said, "It just looks like eternal life on the surface. To really paint eternal life, you must paint every inch of the target soul on the painting, and then paint it with soul dye. Now, The soul isn't drawn finely enough, and the dye isn't applied enough, so it's just a look."

"How long can it last like this?" Wu Haoxue asked.

"Legs and feet, a few hours, upper body and head, a few days." Gao Fan said.

"Then... what's the point of you painting Sanzhuxiong?" Wu Haoxue frowned, "He won't live forever with you, so he will naturally turn to the Siamese-Russian Federation for help."

"It's the meaning of occupying the kennel and not pooping, then going out, locking the toilet door, and tying a bomb to the doorknob~" Gao Fan laughed.