Soul Painter

STK is committed to improving the overall level of human civilization, not just a single "pillar".

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

For example, a budding painter like Gao Fan will be cherished by STK, because Gao Fan brought the painting skills of the "Demon School", but as long as this painting skill is passed down, in the eyes of STK, a new "civilization barrier" will be created. Therefore, STK pays more attention to the integrity of civilization rather than isolated 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 that they cannot invade human society, is the common cognition of STK and gravediggers.

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

But it does condense the founding purpose of various investigator organizations in the dark world.

Otherwise, in the face of the indescribable terror that is irresistible, unwatchable, and even unthinkable, any human being who knows the truth will lose the courage to resist and become a kneeling and submissive slave.

So, it turns to the question again, what exactly is the pillar?

With such doubts.

Gao Fan browsed the information sent by STK.

It was a time when three great beings, the One Who Returns Everything, the King in Yellow and the Living Flame, stirred up the world. Behind all the recorded history, there are one or two or even three demons conspiring and whispering. Everything came to an abrupt end in 1920, and the three great beings seemed to have been stopped from interfering with the human world by a stronger force.

Who did it?

Gao Fan thought with great interest.

Time and space are really interesting.

If you don’t regard time as a linear flow, and look at it from a higher dimension—the infinite symmetrical painting created by Gao Fan and Anna has such a perspective—then 1920 is indeed invading the human world, but history is in 1920. Nian tenaciously forked, excluding the direct interference from the great beings, so that they could only secretly stir up conspiracy in private.

"If some third-rate novels are written, then I, who is trying to interpret this real history, may be that power~" Gao Fan said to himself, and it was wrong to think about it again, "It should be kicked to 1920 by me Lin Senhao is more like the protagonist who saves the doomsday..."

"What are you muttering about?" Xin Wei, wearing an apron, came from the kitchen with vegetables and placed them on the long solid wooden table in front of Gao Fan.

This table is three meters wide and two meters long. It is the place where Gao Fan eats, draws samples, lays out books and piles paints. It is also God’s nest. At the same time, if Gao Fan wants, he can sleep on this table. The meals only take up a small corner of it.

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

Xin Wei has always been unwilling to believe that Lin Senhao fell off a cliff and disappeared to his death.

And then a strange incident in Shanghai made Xin Weiyin have an intuition that Lin Senhao is not dead.

"You heard it wrong, I said 'it should be dismantled'." Gao Fan raised his hands and said.

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

Gao Fan felt that it was time for him to unpack the package.

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

Of course, the doctor's original words were "If you are worried, wait a few days before removing the gauze, but the effect will be the same if you remove it and replace it with a band-aid."

"It's time to dismantle it." Xin Wei looked regretful, Gao Fan was very well-behaved under her hands these days - there was no way not to be so, Gao Fan had no hands.

"You don't seem very happy?" Gao Fan glanced at Xin Wei dissatisfied.

"I just look forward to the day when you are too old to walk, and 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 to bask in the sun every day." Xin In the unimagined future, romance is romance, and I always feel a little sick.

Gao Fan shuddered when he thought about that future.

He would rather die in pollution.

No, dying in pollution is pretty disgusting too.

Still painting, suddenly vomited blood, dyed the canvas red, spread the last layer of glazed blood-colored light, and passed away. To become the ultimate esoteric meaning of the Demon Painting School, one person can only use it once in a lifetime, isn't it truly 'absolute'.

Next, although Gao Fan was anxious to remove the gauze, Xin Wei insisted on removing it after the meal, so she smiled and fed Gao Fan another meal, and Gao Fan thought she might be sick.

The gauze was removed.

Gao Fan clenched his fists, his fingers were a little stiff, and it would be fine if he moved a few times.

He thought of Feng Yuan's "Red Mansion Fragments", that wild and untamed Command Spell, and in the past few days he has vaguely caught the shadow of the life behind it.

Then it's time to reveal the truth.

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

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.

And Gao Fan threw her entrustment of 'don't run around, and draw at home honestly' to the sky the next day, 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 mother and daughter, who feel they have been abandoned, are angry at Mrs. Feng Yuan's natal house. They are a little surprised when they see Gao Fan who has come to the door.

"Hello, teacher, sister~" Gao Fan greeted the two, "What I'm going to tell you next may be a bit unbelievable, but you must believe that Mr. Feng didn't intentionally abandon his family and daughter, he was just fascinated by monsters It's..."

Feng Yuan's daughter is Feng Baobao. Feng Yuan once wanted to train her to become a painter, but Feng Baobao's greatest hobby for painting is to use brushes as hairpins to plug hair. His current occupation is a dance teacher, which can be regarded as related to art. Age and height Fan is the same age.

...

bang bang bang!

Feng Yuan's door was knocked again.

After a while, Feng Yuan came to open the door, his thin body standing there, aroused people's pity, what a refined and high-spirited man he used to be.

"Are you back?" Feng Yuan was also overjoyed to see his wife and daughter.

Seeing Gao Fan again, he said apologetically, "Last time I was too aggressive, but Xiao Gao, you must remember that when dealing with the relics of the ancestors, you must cherish them and not be too harsh. A book is a cultural inheritance. It’s really gone.”

Uh-huh. As Gao Fan spoke, he winked at the two mother and daughter, so the two stepped forward and surrounded Feng Yuan, while Gao Fan took the opportunity to let go of his feet and run 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 here to create this strategic space.

boom!

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

At a glance, I saw "Red Mansion Fragments" spread out on the table.

He pointed to the torn scroll and called out, "Wang Xiying! Come out!"

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