Soul Painter

heh~

Faced with San Zhuxiong's speech, Gao Fan was stunned for a moment, and then showed the caring smile of a mad scientist facing a qualified experimental subject.

However, this smile was quickly suppressed, and he showed a 'doctor's benevolence' type of worry.

"If this is the case, Mr. Sanzhu, I am afraid that the devil in your soul will be described by me, so we have to be prepared, um, your ambush warriors, ninjas, snipers and so on, you must be prepared .”

Facing Gao Fan's exhortation.

San Zhuxiong nodded: "Don't worry, no one can kill me before I die."

"Then let's try it~" Gao Fan was a little excited, he rubbed his hands, and he praised San Zhuxiong, "I have to say that Mr. San Zhuxiong is the best model I have met recently~"

"Please." San Zhuxiong said.

"Here we come~" Gao Fan stood behind the drawing board, looking at the draft with the technique of 'concentration', on which he was going to draw finer lines, but this time he used 'distortion'.

'Twist' assisted and controlled by 'Focus'.

Controlled to the skill level before and after Gao Fan created the "Mask" series of paintings.

It's been a while since I painted with the 'twist' technique.

Gao Fan was so nostalgic that he could feel the feel of the paintbrush in his hand.

That is a line with magic power. The base laid by 'concentration' is just like what Wu Haoxue said, it is very good, but it has no soul, no aura, and the line brought by the 'distortion' technique is like flowing water. Like dry fields, he poured soul into this otherwise mediocre painting.

Without changing the structure of the whole painting, the 40-year-old San Zhuxiong in the sketch came to life.

What Gao Fan did was to enrich the structure of his cheeks, describe his expression in his eyes, and add some lines to his forehead, so the whole sketch has a sharpness as if it is about to break through the drawing paper. The 40-year-old San Zhuxiong , with unruly eyes and unrestrained temperament, when he first came to power, the whole country was applauded by him.

"It looks like me." San Zhuxiong paced behind Gao Fan, looked at the portrait on the drawing board, showing admiration. Dongpu has a craftsman spirit, and feels that doing a simple thing well can be called the industry According to Sanzhuxiong, the painter in front of him can be called the god in the painting.

"Mr. Sanzhu, don't stand behind me... Hey, yes, take three steps back, okay, now pay attention to your head." Gao Fan said.

Sanzhuxiong raised his head in surprise.

He saw a huge spider hanging in the air above his head.

The spider was the size of a washbasin, the black hairs on its eight claws were as hard as steel needles, and the pure green spider eyes seemed to understand human nature, and it was staring at Sanzhuxiong as if it were a prey.

hiss!

The spider spewed out a spider web like a Spiderman, and the spider web was also bright green. Gao Fan could imagine that it should be poisonous, the kind that kills the bone and erodes the marrow.

At this speed, not to mention Sanzhuxiong, even a young man with a strong physique and quick reactions could not be able to react. Gao Fan had hoped for a murderous scene like pouring sulfuric acid on a watermelon, but a miraculous scene happened. , the bright green spider web suddenly fell, and landed on the shadow of the three pillars on the ground, corroding the floor, and the floor became riddled with holes in the sound of "zi la la".

boom!

Bullets sounded.

The sniper who had been hiding nearby fired a shot. The bullet pierced the spider's round belly and released a green thick liquid. The spider started to run away, but a few more gunshots followed, and the spider's head was crushed.

Even so, the spider still didn't die with the vigorous vitality of its minions. Instead, it began to spray spider silk from its tail crazily, and the farthest point even reached the sniper's hideout, or in other words, it was for revenge.

"Ahhhh!"

The surface of the wall was corroded by the green spider web, and the sniper hiding inside the wall was covered by the poisonous spider web, making him scream wildly in pain. The blocking right hand pierced through the bones, as if it was pouring pieces of flesh from his body, so while screaming, he shook large chunks of flesh and blood from his right arm...

Pooh!

Ikeda ran to the side of the sniper in small steps with a Dongying knife in his hand. The light of the knife flashed, and the sniper's right arm had been cut off. Blood gushed from his severed arm, looking like a leaking oxygen bottle.

The sniper's arm that fell to the ground was still sizzling with corrosion, and finally turned into a puddle of thick water, while the spider was spraying its own poisonous thread, covering half of the main house. After becoming like a piece of war ruins, they disappeared.

That's right, the spider disappeared.

Very mysteriously disappeared into the air.

Like it never happened.

At this moment, San Zhuxiong and Ikeda both turned their attention to Gao Fan.

Sanzhuxiong's eyes were filled with thought.

There was anger in Ikeda's eyes.

Especially when Gao Fan said something like "Oh, Mr. Sanzhu, your crime is really serious. It is very dangerous to paint for you. I think you will be paid more."

"Today, let's stop here." With Ikeda's support, Sanzhuxiong got up slowly and left the main house.

Gao Fan, on the other hand, held his drawing board and looked at the characters on the painting.

With the sharpness of the 'twisted' technique that goes straight to the depths of the soul.

It is a masterpiece.

"Why is it a spider again...?" Gao Fan wondered, "Is there also a law for the curses of the gods?"

Gao Fan returned to the studio.

Seeing that Wu Haoxue is still grinding the barnacles of immortality, a small barnacle can be held in the palm of his hand, but Wu Haoxue is very laborious to grind it, of course because Gao Fan only gave him a small file knife, Gao Fan Fan's idea is that slow work leads to careful work.

"Has STK taught you the knowledge of great existence?" Gao Fan asked.

"I have taught some, but not many." Wu Haoxue replied.

"What would a great existence with minions in the form of spiders be?" Gao Fan asked.

"Spiders are a biological form that humans accept more. Many great beings will set their minions to look like spiders. The highest possibility is a superior being." Wu Haoxue said.

"The higher ranks exist..." Gao Fan knew that Wu Haoxue would not provide a list, which was a taboo.

The name of the great being and the book of demons of the great being are equivalent in a sense. Knowing the name is equivalent to looking at him. If he doesn’t look back at you, everything will be fine, but in case he is idle and has nothing to do to look at you Well, with a 'bang' sound, the mother of the pollution opened the door for the pollution, and the pollution has reached home.

"How much powder has been ground?" Gao Fan asked Wu Haoxue's work status.

"A third." Wu Haoxue sighed and said while holding up the small file in his hand.

"Use this third first." Gao Fan said.

Then Gao Fan directed Wu Haoxue to mix these powders into the paint, combine the immortal dye with ordinary pigments, and as usual, use your fingers while chanting a spell. This process can’t be called a fixed process. At that time, it was done in this way. He felt that the silver key might feel familiar, so he lowered the mystery.

"Okay, let's paint next." Gao Fan put the brush, paint, and the sketch of San Zhuxiong when he was 40 years old in front of Wu Haoxue.