The third picture.
The painting shows the profile of a young man. The young man's back is upright and he is holding a terrifying knife in his hand. His expression is cold and his eyes are filled with murderous intent.
And behind him, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Wang Ye!
Every painting by Zhang Ziliang is painted with special care.
In this way, he seemed to be tireless, taking one picture after another.
It seems like I want to finish all the works I have never painted in my life in one day.
after all...
His dream was simply to be a painter.
only...
When he drew Li Xinghe, a drop of blood slowly dripped down his nostrils and fell on the tip of the brush held by Li Xinghe in the painting.
seem...
This was his final touch.
Li Xinghe, who originally seemed very Confucian, gained a little more vigor under the influence of this drop of blood, which raised the quality of this painting to another level.
"I didn't expect...my most perfect work would be an old thing like you."
Zhang Ziliang smiled bitterly and shook his head. This drop of blood was a coincidence, but it didn't seem to be a coincidence.
He carefully collected the paintings and put them in the safe.
seem...
In his heart, these are the things he cherishes most.
"After all... I still don't have a chance to paint... myself."
Zhang Ziliang's face turned a little pale, his body swayed slightly, and he said with some regret.
His physical strength no longer allowed him to continue painting.
Unless you overdraw your life.
But his physical functions are already very poor. If he continues to be so overdrawn, he may not be able to survive the third eternal night.
perhaps...
This is life.
A person who has been obsessed with painting all his life did not even paint a single painting for himself.
"I can't die yet..."
After casually wiping the blood from the tip of his nose, Zhang Ziliang found a medicine bottle on the drawer, poured out a pill, and swallowed it.
His face returned to ruddy color at an exaggerated speed.
"I don't know if I'm missing an arm, it won't affect my performance."
"But... at least I don't have to suffer anymore."
There was a surge of ghost energy, and Yang Chen's figure suddenly appeared in the darkness of the room. Compared to before, his eyes had clearly regained some of his rationality, and his strength had also improved a bit.
"Can...not die...?"
Yang Chen tilted his head, looked in the direction of Zhang Ziliang, and asked in a shaky voice.
Zhang Ziliang did not look back, as if he had long been accustomed to Yang Chen's elusiveness: "If you can, who wants to die..."
"But... if you want to survive this third eternal night, I am the last trump card."
"And the plan has already been planned. My existence is of little significance to Tianzhu. It's better to use it as waste."
"I have always been regarded as the most useless minister. At least I will be able to shine at the end of my life."
Zhang Ziliang's voice was very calm, and there was even a faint smile on his lips at the end.
With Yang Chen's current IQ, it would obviously take a long time to fully digest what Zhang Ziliang said, and the room fell into silence again.
for a long time...
"I can."
Yang Chen's expression was very serious, and the ghost energy in his body surged, as if he wanted to prove his strength.
pity...
Zhang Ziliang was completely ignored.
Yang Chen, on the other hand, is still waiting for Zhang Ziliang's possible sequel.
…
"Is this right here?"
Wang Ye was suspended in mid-air, looking at the area under his feet and muttering to himself.
According to what was depicted on the map, it should be near this area, but this place is just a wilderness. Even before the eternal night, it was a remote area, and there was nothing unusual at all.
Even the density of ghosts nearby is normal.
Did you run away in vain?
"Long Er, can you see anything wrong around here?"
Wang Ye took out the relic of the Long-eared Buddha with some uncertainty and asked.
The long-eared shadow appeared above the relic, looking around, and finally shook his head: "It's normal."
"That finger shouldn't play such a silly joke on me."
Wang Ye muttered, slowly landed on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and silently felt the energy fluctuations around him.
Very peaceful.
"It can't be that someone got there first and the good stuff is gone."
Wang Ye's expression was a little strange.
If this is the case, it seems more reasonable.
However, I always feel a little unwilling to give up.
Although he didn't know what the map meant, according to Wang Ye's many years of treasure hunting experience, it was an absolute treasure. In this regard, his intuition had always been very accurate.
"Could it be underground?"
The long-eared Buddha gave a sound suggestion.
Wang Ye fell into deep thought: "That finger is definitely a relic from ancient times. If it is really buried in the ground, its position should have shifted after so many years. Maybe it is no longer near here."
"But really, that's too big a scope."
"With my current time, I don't have the energy to search a large area."
"I can only bet that the location on the map is nearby and has not been taken away."
After saying that, Wang Ye took a deep breath: "I can only try again."
As the words fell, Wang Ye closed his eyes again, and his mental power continued to spread, covering the entire space. He used the ability inherited from the black shadow to identify the colors of the auras emanating from the surrounding ghosts.
To be honest, this is his first time using it on such a large area.
Soon, the surrounding area completely turned into lines composed of colored lines, but most of them were orange and yellow. Obviously, the strength level of the nearby ghosts was not high.
but...
Just to the east, three black lines appeared!
This is a very rare color in normal times!
Unless, there is a problem there!
Wang Ye opened his eyes suddenly and looked around.
Everything is normal. There are only three ordinary old trees with crooked necks. They look very natural and not awkward at all.
Can...
Paired with the deep black, it seems unusual.
Wang Ye's body disappeared in an instant, and the next second he was near the area, his eyes constantly examining the three old trees.
But no matter how they look, these three trees are normal.
What exactly is the problem?
"Long Er, you have recovered a lot of energy during this period. Try attacking."
Wang Ye thought deeply and finally spoke.
The long-eared figure paused: "If there is really a problem with these three trees, what should I do?"
"Die."
Wang Ye said comfortingly.
(I'm really sorry. There are only two updates today. I'm crazy about driving practice. I was originally scheduled to take the exam on the 8th. I've almost memorized the questions in Section 4, but an accident happened and I couldn't make the appointment. I was so nervous that I really wrote. I can’t move anymore. I’ll adjust my mentality and make up for it tomorrow. I’m very irritable, very irritable.)
