"No—my pen—"
When Shen Bin saw the painting brush being cut off by Qin Shaoyou, he let out a shrill scream.
Then came the incompetent roar: "You ruined my pen, I'm going to kill you! Kill you -"
Shen Bin wanted to rush towards Qin Shaoyou, but before he could take a step forward, Xue Qingshan flew over and grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
After losing his paintbrush, Shen Bin's strength is not as good as that of a bloody martial artist, so how can he escape from Xue Qingshan's hands?
And when his neck was stuck, the harsh words and curses stopped abruptly, and he could no longer shout out.
At the same time, as the brush was cut off by Qin Shaoyou, the painted jackals, tigers, leopards, poisonous snakes, warriors, and traps melted one after another, turning into black and red pus, which fell on the ground, exuding a smoky smell. stench.
"This is the foul fluid produced after corpses decompose."
Zhu Xiucai held his breath while preparing to slash the approaching carrion with his sword.
But he found that the rotting corpse suddenly froze motionless.
Then, like a puppet with its strings cut off, it flopped to the ground and never got up or moved again.
"Huh?"
Zhu Xiucai was stunned for a moment, looked around, and found that the other rotting corpses also lost control after the brush was cut off, fell to the ground one after another, and turned back into ordinary corpses.
And those ghosts who were enslaved by the paintbrush souls also regained their freedom at this moment.
Without the drive of the paintbrush, they no longer dared to fight with the night watchman, nor did they dare to escape. They could only stay in place and tremble.
The night watchmen took out ink thread soaked in cinnabar and tied up these ghosts.
They are going to be taken back to the Demon Suppression Department. After screening and interrogation, they will be dealt with differently according to the crime they committed.
"Well done."
Xue Qingshan carried Shen Bin and came to Qin Shaoyou. He first praised him, and then asked curiously: "You just dragged the brush in front of you. Is it because you have the ability to release your energy and pick up objects from the air?"
"Absolutely." Qin Shaoyou answered a little vaguely.
After all, talent is an ability that is really hard to explain.
Xue Qingshan clicked his tongue and marveled: "Good guy, you have just been promoted to the realm of refining the spirit, and you have actually mastered the ability to release blood energy and retrieve objects from the air? Then it won't take long for you to be promoted to the sixth level, and you will be on the same level as me. ?”
Qin Shaoyou waved his hand quickly: "It's not that fast, and the blood energy I have mastered has many restrictions, and many things cannot be obtained through the air."
"That means you have reached a certain threshold?"
Xue Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief.
Although this is also terrifying, it is more acceptable than having just ascended to the realm of refining the spirit and mastered the ability to release blood energy and retrieve objects from the air.
If you were in the seventh-level realm of refining your mind, you would be too evil to fully master the abilities of a sixth-level martial artist to release your blood energy and retrieve objects from afar.
In the world today, it seems that only the commander of the Demon Suppression Department in the capital has behaved like this.
Xu Ba'an also came up at this time and praised Qin Shaoyou's ability to "retrieve objects from the air" just now.
Xue Qingshan pointed at Xu and said to Qin Shao: "Mr. Xu Qi has been stuck at the seventh level of martial arts for several years, and he has never figured out how to release his blood energy or retrieve objects from the air. Compared with him, you are already much stronger. .”
The smile on Xu Baan's face froze instantly.
"Sir, if you praise me Shaoyou, please praise me. Can you not take me with you to praise him and step on him?"
He is Xue Qingshan's confidant, so Xue Qingshan is not polite to him, and hummed: "I am spurring you to make you feel a little bit of a crisis. Don't let Shaoyou break through to the sixth level of Wufu by then, and you are still stuck. The seventh grade is struggling.”
"this……"
Xu Ba'an didn't dare to complain anymore and responded with a wry smile: "I will practice hard when I get back."
After giving Xu Ba'an a few words of instruction, Xue Qingshan said to Mr. Qin: "And you, although you have touched the threshold of letting go of your blood and taking things from the air, you can't be proud. You must know that practicing is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. You must quit. Be wary of arrogance and impatience, and continue to work hard.”
Qin Shaoyou knew that his brother-in-law's words were spoken from experience and from the bottom of his heart, so his expression became serious and he nodded in agreement.
After Xue Qingshan scolded the two of them, he asked the night watchman on the side to bring shackles and locked up Shen Bin, preparing to take him back to the Demon Suppression Department for interrogation.
What he wants to take back with him is the paintbrush that was cut off by Qin Shaoyou.
It will be sent to the spirit room, where it will be tested and the danger assessed before any repair attempts are made.
Zhu Xiucai felt very distressed when he looked at the broken brush.
"It's such a pity that such a good baby was ruined like this."
Qin Shaoyou glanced at him: "Is this called a good baby?"
Zhu Xiucai said: "Isn't it a good treasure? You can draw whatever you want. I want a wife. I can draw a lot with it, in any style I want. I guarantee that my kidneys will be as empty as a knife every day." Cut."
Liao Lishi, Niu Lishi and others nodded repeatedly, thinking that this was the truth.
Qin Shaoyou sneered: "Don't think too well.
Haven't you seen it from Shen Bin's fate?
The ink used in this pen is soul. When your soul is exhausted, it can only be the result of your soul being scattered.
And if you use this pen, you may become a living corpse.
After Shen Bin became a living corpse, he even lost his sense of pain. Do you think you can still have the feelings you want after you become a living corpse?
If you lose those feelings, what's the use of giving you more wives? "
"this……"
Zhu Xiucai and all the warriors' expressions changed, and they all felt that the situations mentioned by Qin Shaoyou were very likely.
Qin Shaoyou paused and then said, "There is one more crucial point."
Hearing this, Zhu Xiucai and all the warriors looked at him hurriedly.
Even Monk Ma, who was not interested in the paintbrush, cast a curious look at him.
Everyone wants to know what this most critical point is.
Qin Shaoyou didn't show off and said: "Do you know how to draw? Can you draw? Even if I give you the brush, the portraits you draw will look good? I'm not afraid that someone will come out of the painting and sleep with you. A stick man?”
He originally wanted to say stick man, but there is no word for matches in this world, and fire starters are either called 'fire candles', 'fire slaves', or 'fire inches', so he simply changed his words to stick men.
Fortunately, Zhu Xiucai and others understood what he meant by the stick man, and their expressions became increasingly ugly.
Because they really can't draw.
Liao Lishi imagined the scene of a man holding a stick and couldn't help but shudder.
"It would be terrible if the stick figure emerged from the painting. Did it stab me, or did I stab it?"
Hearing this, Zhu Xiucai and several other strong men also shuddered.
It's really terrible!
When Qin Shaoyou saw that they were all breaking out in cold sweat, he didn't want to scare them any more, so he greeted them: "Stop thinking so wildly, get ready to go back to the Demon Suppression Division. You have all worked hard today, so take a good rest after you go back."
