Soul Painter

boom!

San Zhuxiong pushed open the door of Gao Fan's studio.

Perhaps after realizing that he was about to die soon, this was the first time in the past ten years that he acted so quickly.

This overwhelmed his body, which was so old that it was counting down.

But his consciousness, his mind, was awake and alive.

It's weird.

Because San Zhuxiong knows very well that the human body is a whole. When the lungs are old, the voice will no longer be loud, the heart will fail, and the movements will no longer be agile. The digestive organs such as the esophagus, stomach, and intestines have reached the end of their service life. Can no longer enjoy the food.

Aging is an inevitable cycle of heaven and earth and the law of life.

But now, his mind seems to be separated from his body. He can obviously feel the physical exhaustion and exhaustion, but his brain is reminding him that you are in your prime, your voice is very loud, and your thinking is very strong. agile.

"Yo~Mr. Sanzhu." Gao Fan couldn't help his eyes light up when he saw Sanzhuxiong standing there.

He circled around Sanzhuxiong, looked at his face in his prime, and then pulled his collar away, looking at his decayed body like an old man like a satyr. It was the first time he painted eternal life, but he didn't know that the effect could be directly applied to the human body, which is far more efficient than medical beauty.

"What are you doing to the owner!" Ikeda growled like a dog who had offended the owner.

Snapped!

San Zhuxiong slapped Ikeda's face. The slap was not harmful but extremely threatening. Ikeda immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to admit his mistake.

And San Zhuxiong also lowered his head slowly, knelt in front of Gao Fan, buried his head deeply on the floor, and said, "Please grant me eternal life!"

The word immortality.

How tempting is it.

It is possible to make a man who controls the economy of a country kneel in front of Gao Fan.

...

"Get up~" Gao Fan smiled and helped Sanzhuxiong up, and said to him: "The painting is not halfway through, and I don't know if you have the aptitude for immortality, so don't rush to kneel~"

"Mr. Gao Fan, please continue to draw!" San Zhuxiong grabbed Gao Fan's hand with an extremely urgent tone.

"All right, all right." Gao Fan nodded again and again, "Mr. Sanzhuxiong, you have committed a serious crime, and it is still dangerous to paint."

"I have a dead man, Ikeda and a hundred people can die for me at any time, or for Mr. Gao Fan." San Zhuxiong said, he stepped on Ikeda's head buried on the floor, and asked him: "Yes wrong?"

"Ikeda is willing to die for the Patriarch at any time!" Ikeda growled with his head stuck on the floor.

"That's good~" Gao Fan nodded.

...

San Zhuxiong is naked from the upper body.

As a model, stand in front of Gao Fan and Wu Haoxue.

And behind Sanzhuxiong, there was a row of 'dead warriors' wearing black warrior uniforms kneeling.

It should be a dead man.

It seems that he has a military temperament, which should be cultivated by the army.

Gao Fan found it strange that Dongying in the modern society could still produce the existence of "dead soldiers". It's not too strange to be weird.

Wu Haoxue stares at San Zhuxiong from time to time, and every time he shows an unbelievable expression, although he painted it, it is too outrageous... The 40-year-old face is connected with the 100-year-old body, It even made Wu Haoxue feel a little disgusted.

Like a splice monster.

Gao Fan, on the other hand, was sharpening his pencil with great interest, making preparations for the base.

At the same time, he taught Wu Haoxue: "Pay attention to my painting method next, this is one of the two secret skills of the Demon Sect."

"What is it?" Wu Haoxue was attracted.

"This technique is called 'distortion'. It can draw the soul of the target. If the completed painting is covered with mysterious dye, it can achieve various magical effects. "Bostonian" is 'distortion' plus" Unlimited' dye, and for the portrait of San Zhuxiong, the 'soul' dye was used..."

While speaking, Gao Fan began to paint the bust of San Zhuxiong on the canvas.

Wu Haoxue stared at Gao Fan's hand and pen.

What he saw was like magic.

Because Gao Fan faced San Zhuxiong's 100-year-old withered body and drew his 40-year-old body shape.

Obviously, it is a glance and a stroke, but the painting is completely different, which is surprising.

"This is not 'distortion', but 'concentration'." Gao Fan introduced while drawing, "The next thing is 'distortion'."

At this moment, Wu Haoxue saw Gao Fan lightly touch the paintbrush in his hand, and the upper body of the three-pillar hero he painted came to life. Well, the word "alive" is rather strange, but Wu Haoxue didn't know what word to use to describe it. It is the lines that were originally mediocre, but in the outline and connection of Gao Fan's pen at this moment, they suddenly gain a wonderful vitality.

For example, at the junction of Tanaka's shoulders and neck, he originally used dense and dense lines to describe the shadow of his neck, which is a very typical chiaroscuro method.

According to Wu Haoxue's learning in class, this can show the structure and strength of the muscles, while Gao Fan's lines are clear and continuous, and the shadows are light and heavy. It is a master work that can be written in textbooks.

But after Gao Fan claimed to use another technique, he only swirled the shoulder blades of the portrait with the tip of the pen, and then wiped off a layer of toner in the shadows, letting the strength on Tanaka's neck and shoulders The feeling exploded, ready to come out of the frame, full of movement.

With just this stroke, Degas's "life" and Monet's "microcosm" have been left far behind by Gao Fan.

This is the first time for Wu Haoxue to see Gao Fan use the 'twisted' technique to paint. He couldn't help holding his breath, because it was amazing. The more people who know how to paint, the more they will know that it is like a miracle.

And Gao Fan, who was painting with all his strength and let go of his hands and feet, also felt very comfortable. This time, he did not use "focus" to limit his "distortion" skills, but waved his wrists at full power, smearing lines, and spreading with pollution...

a snake.

Appeared out of thin air.

It seems to be organized with fog, which is extremely mysterious.

As soon as Pu appeared, he was near Sanzhuxiong. It was several meters long and half as thick as a human being. It propped up its snake tail and stood like a human. It was half taller than Sanzhuxiong. This world, looking at the painter who dared to call it out.

"Protect the Patriarch!"

Ikeda yelled and reacted quickly, but the slightly out-of-control trill in his tone revealed his fear. Although he was a dead man, he was still human after all. , how is it possible not to be afraid.

Shine!

The knife is out of its sheath.

More than a dozen dead men stabbed the giant python with their sharp knives.

A bloody fight began in an instant.

For fear of accidentally injuring San Zhuxiong, the dead soldiers dare not use weapons and only rely on hand-to-hand combat. Wu Haoxue was a little astounded by their combat ability, and none of them was inferior to the investigator seeds of the STK training camp. , also have a fight...

San Zhuxiong, who was guarded by the dead men, kept the model pose that Gao Fan asked him to maintain. Even though one after another dead men around him were thrown away by the giant python, his expression did not change at all, not even his eyelids. blink.