"What will happen if you don't do it?" Li Ao looked at Huang Ying.
"If you don't do this, the evil spirits in the entire villa will be furious and tear people alive and eat them on the spot!"
Huang Ying seemed to be reminded of some terrible memories and couldn't help but shudder.
Li Fan followed her gaze and looked to the side, and sure enough, he saw that behind the elegant and delicate illusion of this room, there seemed to be something dirty and filthy hidden.
The object, which was either human intestines or something else, fell under the leg of the table next to it. There were also hair, fingers and other bits and pieces scattered on the other side.
The entire room showed a dark red color under the illumination of the True Eye. There were several large pools of blood on the walls and the floor, which were well hidden behind the thick fog formed by the strange power.
Sometimes, mortal eyes cannot see many truths, so they don't care so much, but what he can see is far deeper than ordinary people, and he immediately understands that this is indeed one of the rules in this villa.
"It seems that your ancestor is really obsessed with things."
"You two, we will make friends through painting and jointly study the art of painting. I wonder if you would be interested in copying one of my humble paintings, "Picture of a Merchant"?"
Huang Hanlin came over while the two were talking privately and personally extended the invitation.
"Then I'll show my shame later."
When the matter came to a close, he had no choice but to agree, so Li Chuan could only bow slightly and put on a posture of obeying orders.
When things came to a close, the servants put out pens, ink, paper and inkstones, but he got into trouble.
How do you say this?
Copying paintings...
I don't know how to do this at all.
"Hey, are you okay? Although those evil spirits don't care about you for the time being, they will become suspicious if they see that you are not painting after a while.
It doesn't matter if they tear me apart when the time comes, but don't involve me. "
Huang Ying asked.
"You draw first and deal with them later."
The suspicion she spoke of was actually a sign that she was on the verge of revealing herself.
Li Chuan was perfunctory and took the opportunity to look at the paintings to walk around and found that the door here was not closed. If those evil spirits suddenly broke out and hurt someone, they should have a chance to escape outside.
But this place is obviously not a normal place, but a closed and mysterious cave.
It's even possible that it's a multiple void structure like the Baihualou Strange Domain!
If you rush around rashly, you may fall into other dimensions and encounter even more terrifying dangers.
In contrast, following the development of the "plot" without disturbing the appearance of the evil spirits, it can be said to be the most peaceful and peaceful result.
"Master, why don't you draw?"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man who looked like Huang Hanlin's son walked over and said slightly suspiciously.
Evil (Huang Jisheng) (appearing)
Li Fan felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously touched the knife at his waist.
But in order to explore the secret, he endured it.
"I'm looking for inspiration."
"inspiration?"
"Yes, it's a well-thought-out allusion. Have you ever heard of it?"
"Of course. During the reign of Renzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, when the famous painter Wen Yu Ke painted bamboo, the image of bamboo had already been conceived. People at the time praised him for his confidence. Can you also do this?"
The demon looked a little surprised.
"I didn't expect my little friend to be so confident."
A voice from the side intervened, but it was Huang Hanlin who happened to be passing by and noticed Li Ao's bold words.
What else could Li Chuan say? I can only bite my head and say: "Yes, you are so confident."
"Then I'll be waiting for the masterpiece."
Huang Hanlin said with some anticipation.
"Why don't you pay attention to your words and deeds? Now that they are paying special attention to you, it will be difficult even if you want to get through."
After Huang Hanlin left with his son and continued talking and laughing with other old friends, Huang Ying quietly said to Li Ao.
"What I want is not just to get by."
"I'm too lazy to worry about you so much. Anyway, I'll finish the painting soon."
Huang Ying has obviously studied hard and practiced hard. Although the paintings she copied are full of craftsmanship, they still look decent.
At least in the eyes of a layman like Li Chuan, there are still some similarities.
This is not just a temporary investigation, it can be done by knowing in advance that there is such a level, and there are many years of family education in it.
"This would have to be done by someone else who is interested. Even if he had explored this strange area before and practiced specifically, he would not have such a foundation.
Is it possible that all those people fell before this level? "
Li Fan looked gloomy when he thought of the bloodstains and remnants he had seen with his true-seeing eyes.
But just when he thought he might have to use force to break through, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly came to the table and offered Xiao Qingyi's right arm.
Except for himself and Huang Ying, everyone present was a demon. They were not surprised that he showed such strangeness. Instead, Huang Ying, who was a human, made a fuss.
"You, what's wrong with your arm?"
Li Fan ignored her, but held the pen with Xiao Qingyi's right arm, quietly feeling the instinct coming from deep within his body.
“The road to extraordinary is to be omniscient and omnipotent, to be familiar with all kinds of rules, etiquette, and customs, and to master all kinds of skills in all walks of life, including the skills of this painting method.
If I could be like Huang Ying, who had been exposed to this way since childhood, or had been inspired by the wisdom of the demon Lunyin, and mastered this skill without any teacher, I would naturally be able to handle this level easily.
But besides the extraordinary road, there is another one, which is to become a saint!
The article was written by nature, and it was accidentally acquired by a good hand.
The same is true for the way of painting.
It’s not even about creating my own work, it’s about copying other people’s paintings hanging on the wall!
This is like a martial arts technique.
I only learned some superficial martial arts, but after perfectly controlling my mother's arm, I became a transcendent saint and successfully mastered sword skills that surpass human beings. This is essentially using strange power to achieve..."
In the dark, a voice told him to explore his own instincts and trust his own instincts.
As long as you believe it, you can do it!
Even Li Fan himself was unconscious. A picture seemed to appear in his mind, which was the memory left behind by his previous viewing of "The Merchant Picture".
Xiao Qingyi's right arm did not need to be deliberately controlled at all. She swung the pen naturally and moved like a master of painting who had practiced thousands of times.
There is no rustiness, no blockage, just like printing, the picture seen in Li Fan's mind is completely reproduced, and he even adds his own corrections and compensations to show richer details.
Under the operation of such a pair of skillful hands, Li Fan seemed to transform into a master of painting, showing a level that ordinary people could hardly achieve even after decades of immersion in this art.
Snap!
Huang Ying was so stunned that she didn't even notice that the brush in her hand fell to the ground.
