Soul Painter

1920.

Gengshen year.

Spring Festival is February 20th.

The latest Chinese New Year in history.

Although there is no difference for most Chinese people who live by the lunar calendar, it is a difficult year for officials of all sizes in Peiping City, as well as ordinary people under the imperial city.

A tough fifth year.

This is Hongxian five years.

The fifth year of Yuan Xiangcheng's ascension to the throne.

Every Peiping resident, as long as they look in the direction of the Forbidden City, will see the brilliance of the Forbidden City rising to the sky.

The complexion is dark yellow, towering to the sky and standing on the ground. Emperor Hongxian called it the spirit of a real dragon, but any resident living in Peiping City will realize in a desperate dream that a **** in yellow has occupied this place. ancient capital.

…

The dragon chair in the Hall of Supreme Harmony is not comfortable.

Emperor Hongxian Yuan Xiangcheng moved his buttocks and found a relatively comfortable sitting position.

In front of him stood his son, Yuan Keding, who is now crowned the crown prince. As a hero who advocated the monarchy and helped Emperor Hongxian ascend to the throne, Yuan Keding tried his best to collect all kinds of strange people from the people to face the growing number of revolutionaries. threaten.

The bald woman standing beside Yuan Keding at this moment is the crown prince's biggest gain this time.

"You are... um, the real body of the Tathagata Buddha?" Yuan Xiangcheng asked.

"Yes." The bald woman nodded with a smile, "I am the only one in the sky and the earth."

"Although it is rare to see a **** who walks the world in the real body of this world, but it is only a mere low-ranking racial god." Yuan Xiangcheng said disdainfully, caressing his chubby belly.

Emperor Hong Xian, who has the care of the King in Yellow Clothes, can indeed call a lower racial **** a 'district'. He asked, "How many pillars do you have? How many believers?"

The woman stretched out two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?" Yuan Xiangcheng asked.

The woman shook her head.

Yuan Keding smiled and said, "Your Majesty, if Your Excellency Jinfan has only 20,000 followers, I will not recommend her to you."

"Could it be... 200,000?" Yuan Xiangcheng's expression was so happy that he even straightened his sitting posture.

At this moment, the Hongxian Dynasty is under threat from all directions, and a group of revolutionary parties are rectifying their armaments and mobilizing their troops with the help of the public opinion. Although these rebellious scholars have no strategy, they are immediately collapsed by Yuan Xiangcheng's Beiyang Army, but they are defeated and not defeated. Undoubtedly, in the past five years, there has been an invincible trend in the south, especially that Sun Yat-sen, who is Yuan Xiangcheng's great enemy.

If there is an army of 200,000 believers, it can help to clean up the revolutionary party.

"Two million," said the bald woman known as "Your Excellency Profan".

Teng!

Yuan Xiangcheng stood up abruptly, his expression was not happy but furious: "You dare to deceive me!"

No wonder Yuan Xiangcheng was so annoyed, because at this moment there were flames all over the world, the gods were walking around the world, and the vast land of China, I don't know how many gods were developing believers, and the largest of them were only the Bailian, Yihe, and the three associations of Christ. And the army of believers that these three associations can bring out will never exceed one million.

Only Beiyang in the north can surpass one million troops, and those revolutionary parties in the south, which used to be stragglers, are now becoming stronger and stronger.

If there is an army of two million believers in this 'profan', shouldn't she be sitting on the dragon chair of the Hall of Supreme Harmony?

Following Yuan Xiangcheng's anger, whispers began to sound throughout the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The whispering sound was like the wind blowing oil swirls in one's ears, giving the listener a soft and greasy sense of fear.

Yuan Keding was surprised to see an 'abnormal' dressed in yellow clothes and a soft mask, standing behind Yuan Xiangcheng, all the waves of fear spread from him.

That is the king of yellow clothes is emerging...

In the face of this old ruler, even a pro-moral person could not help but take a step back involuntarily.

"Your Majesty! Your Excellency Jinfan came from the 'old world in the womb'!" Yuan Keding hurriedly knelt down and shouted.

…

The old world in the womb.

For the emperors, warlords, and revolutionaries who were favored by the gods in 1920, it was not a strange word.

That is equivalent to another Chinese land, another world, if the war that is taking place on this land is a war between humans as agents of the gods, then the old world in the womb is the battlefield of the gods.

Yuan Xiangcheng knew the existence of the old world in the womb, and also knew that the number of the old world in the womb was extremely large. Occasionally, there would be visitors from the old world in the womb. From his mouth, we can know that each 'old world' has an equivalent of Shishi's resources, wealth, population, and even Shishi's unimaginable technology.

But Yuan Xiangcheng didn't dare to covet it, let alone get his hands on it, it was forbidden by the gods.

…

"Your Majesty, you give me 2 million sacrifices, and I will give you an invincible army of 2 million people."

"let me consider it."

…

The gate of the Hall of Supreme Harmony slammed shut in front of Qinfan and Yuan Keding.

Yuan Keding took a few steps backwards in the face of the hall before he dared to turn around, but Jinfan did not have so many etiquettes. When he got down the imperial steps, Yuan Keding asked him in a low voice.

"2 million sacrifices, how dare you open this mouth? How many people are there in Peiping, and you have to sacrifice more than half of Peiping?"

"One million sacrifices for a million troops, this is a good deal. The frontline Beiyang Army is collapsing. This army will restore the decline of the Hongxian Dynasty."

"As long as His Majesty is there, the revolutionary army will not dare to enter Peiping!"

"Because of the king in yellow..."

Qin Fan turned around and looked at the dark yellow aura above the Hall of Supreme Harmony. This sky-high yellow color vaguely formed a human shape, very similar to the mysterious image behind Yuan Xiangcheng, who was the king of yellow clothes and the master of dreams. , the master of the maddening feast.

"But in this world, the Old Ones can also be killed..." Qin Fan murmured while looking at the shadow.

This is where it gets the most fun.

…

The door of the Forbidden City closed behind Jinfan.

The soldiers on the Jinshui Bridge were all respectful to their relatives.

Qin Fan first left the Forbidden Gate on foot and walked east for half an hour before he saw the black sedan that was waiting for him.

After Qinfan got into the car, a middle-aged man who looked like a businessman sat in the back seat. Seeing Qinfan, he asked impatiently, "Is Yuan Xiangcheng really about to run out of gas?"

shh~

Qinfan made a silent gesture to the businessman, and then she stretched out her hand and patted the back of her neck. There were strange fluctuations in the air, and a four-clawed black gecko-like monster was held in her palm.

Those who rejoice in the distance are also called feast slaves.

The minions of the king in yellow.

Those who are parasitized by feast slaves will become mad believers of the king of yellow clothes, and they will not be able to extricate themselves from the feast of dreams.

When the middle-aged man who looked like a businessman saw this monster, he couldn't help gasping for air, as if he was about to escape from the car, and at the same time put his hand in his arms, where there was a gun.

"Don't worry, if it is the minions of the real king in yellow clothes, I have become a walking corpse at this moment." Qin Fan smiled, "but it does not come from the king in yellow clothes."

"You mean...?" The middle-aged man realized that Qinfan was talking about something important.

"The Forbidden City is not the king in yellow, but an emerald lama," said Qinfan.

The Emerald Lama, the servant of the King of Yellow Clothes, is the incarnation of the will of the King of Yellow Clothes. It is almost equivalent to the King of Yellow Clothes, but it does not have the terrifying rank of the King of Yellow Clothes. sense this.

"That's great~ Yuan Xiangcheng's anger is approaching!" The middle-aged man was overjoyed, clapping his legs and shouting, "Peking's five-year crisis can be solved!"

At this time the car has started, although today is the Spring Festival, but at this time, the Spring Festival is a new thing, not the most important festival in the Chinese summer of the next year, so the situation on the street is no different from usual, and every time All the citizens of Peiping showed a state of sluggishness and sluggishness, as if they were a group of sleepwalkers.

Five years ago, Yuan Xiangcheng braved the world to take the throne from the last emperor and re-established the Hongxian Dynasty. Beacon fires and wolves have been rising everywhere in China, especially in Peiping City, with parades every three days and demonstrations every five days. The foundation was shaken, and finally the huge city of Peiping was pulled into the dream of the king in yellow, turning millions of Peiping citizens into walking dead.

Including the businessman here, whose name is Song Zhongdao, is a good friend of Sun Yat-sen and the head of the Revolutionary Party in Peiping. He is also trapped in this city and cannot leave. Reason is not corrupt.

"As long as the revolutionary party storms Peiping, wins the ban on Zicheng, and kills the emerald lama, then the last stronghold of this feudal dynasty will be turned into ashes! Revolutionary torrents are bound to sweep the world!" Song Zhongdao said excitedly .

"Sir, according to what Your Excellency Jinfan said, I'm afraid it's not that simple," said the thin man driving ahead.

"Zhiqing, what does this mean?" Song Zhongdao asked.

"The Emerald Lama is equivalent to... well, it is equivalent to that great being." The man named Zhiqing did not dare to call the 'King in Yellow', he was a very cautious person. The common people are Yuan Xiangcheng's bargaining chip, and they can be turned into minions at any time. As long as the situation ahead is tense, this Beiping City is afraid that there will be millions of civilians and millions of soldiers..."

"Really?" Song Zhongdao asked Jinfan again.

"Half and half." Qin Fan said, "It's not an easy task to transform human beings into minions, but it is also true that Peiping is the base camp of the Beiyang Army at this moment, so the people in the city are no longer saveable, try to consume these sacrifices, That's what matters."

…

night.

Song Zhongdao and Zhiqing had a conversation under the lamp.

They all have old seals on their bodies, and they are not afraid of the pollution of the king in yellow, but if they are possessed by Yan slaves, they will not be able to escape.

"Zhiqing, do you think that profan is reliable?" Song Zhongdao asked.

"She claims to have come to the world as the Buddha. Today, she can freely enter and leave the Forbidden City, and she has captured the banquet slaves, which has indeed proved that she is a **** of the world. There are many gods in this world, but those who walk in the world in flesh are not It's common, so her identity should be real." Zhi Qing replied.

"If that's the case, it's not in vain for us to build a bridge for her to meet Yuan Keding." Song Zhongdao sighed, "We were trapped in Peiping for five years. The person who breaks Peiping must be from Peiping, I have never been able to figure out what this hexagram refers to, and now it seems that it may be her?"

Zhiqing nodded when he heard the words, "The gods are infinitely powerful, but their ideas are simple. The people who are pictured cannot be believers and sacrifices. What Your Excellency Qinfan said, they should consume millions of people in Peiping City by offering sacrifices to the universe in the womb. Surname, in order to use up the war potential of the Beiyang Army, it is a method of drawing wages from the bottom of the pot. If it works, it can indeed become the key to victory.

But the problem is, one is how to convince Yuan Xiangcheng, and the other is whether Your Excellency Jinfan will become the second Yuan Xiangcheng if he gets this sacrifice, so we must take precautions..."

Song Zhongdao listened to Zhiqing's analysis and looked at the rising star of the revolutionary party with admiration.

"Yixian often said that UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Zhiqing's strategy, Lin Senhao's gun, is his both civil and military courage, and he is worthy of being the two most outstanding rising stars of the revolutionary party. Entering the city, the danger of Peiping will be resolved!" Song Zhongdao said.

"Mr. is overrated, if Zhiqing really had a strategy, he wouldn't have been trapped in Peiping for five years without getting out." Zhiqing was ashamed, "The key now is, what bargaining chip can Your Excellency Jinfan come up with to lure Yuan Xiangcheng into throwing a lot of sacrifices into him. , we can make a situation, but the key lies in Your Excellency Jinfan."

…

Same under the light.

Jinfan looked at the tears in his hands that looked like pearls.

This is her only connection with the old world.

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