Although the painter in front of me is quite evil, he is a brainless guy. Just go up and take away his ink paint.
So, I walked up and took his paint in my hand.
Seeing that I had taken away his paint, the painter was unhappy and yelled at me: "Do you know who I am? You just took my paint away, but I..."
Before he could finish his words, I slapped him in the back and said, "You are just a painter. Are you still a noble person? You evil painter, you know what you have done." Is it a good thing? Your ink fuel is very evil and mixed with the pungent smell of blood. Don’t you know? I don’t allow you to use such an evil thing."
As soon as he finished speaking, he broke free from my restraints, turned around and ran away. I quickly chased after him. When he saw that he couldn't run away, he opened a picture scroll.
The evil ghost with a green face and fangs in the painting came out with teeth and claws. As soon as he came out, his figure instantly grew bigger and he stood about three meters tall. A slap came down and almost hit me.
Seeing that the situation was not good, several of them also ran out, and Li Huhu shouted loudly: "Such a realistic Yaksha was actually drawn."
"Is the escaped painter a monster? However, there is no evil spirit in him. He is clearly a human being." Xu Chengcheng expressed his doubts and denied himself.
The green-faced Yasha standing in front of me waved his claws again. This guy was just bigger, but his movements were extremely slow.
A sign of expulsion was pasted on it, and it instantly turned into a pool of blood and ink...
"Hey, why did that kid run so fast? He disappeared all of a sudden!" Geng Biaobiao kept looking around, but there was no trace of that man.
But I looked indifferent, stood up and said: "It's okay, there's no need to chase him. After all, he just killed some cats and dogs, not anyone. The key is that I have his tube of ink paint. This painter will I can’t draw evil pictures anymore.”
But as soon as I finished speaking, two more big guys floated up from the sky. One of them had a bull's head and the other a horse's face. However, these two are not messengers from the underworld, but evil spirits drawn in ink and wash, which also have a strong smell of ink and blood.
Li Huhu immediately raised his spirits, made a finger seal with both hands, and breathed out fire, turning the two drawn monsters into a puddle of black ink.
I originally thought that this pool of black ink would disappear, but who knew that the ink actually had its own consciousness, instantly flying into many black ink droplets and flying into the bamboo tube in my hand.
Unexpectedly, these bloody inks would have their own consciousness.
After thinking about it, I understood again that evil ink also needs to suck blood. Blood is nourishment for the ink, but this time it is not evil spirits that suck blood, but the black ink used for painting.
"These ghosts and monsters drawn with ink actually need blood to nourish them. The painter just got this evil thing by chance. He will definitely not be willing to lose the ink and will definitely come back and take it away." I said.
Su Fengfeng said with some disbelief: "I didn't expect there to be a painter who could control ghosts. The key is that this painter is not a monster, but an ordinary human being."
"Yes, ordinary people are also using such evil things. Maybe there are fragments of the Yinling Pill in it. After all, the evil is too strong." After Xu Chengcheng finished speaking, he snatched the tube of ink from my hand and poured it On the ground.
"There really are fragments of the Yin Ling Pill." Xu Chengcheng used the yellow talisman to pick up the fragments stained with ink. The ink that had just spilled out the evil spirit had now turned into a pool of dead ink. He looked inside again and saw that There is a baby cuttlefish.
I never imagined that a cuttlefish boy could become a spirit and become stronger with the help of fragments of the Yin Ling Dan. What is even more surprising is that this evil spirit was so easily eliminated by us without any effort.
"It turns out that this painter is using the power of the Yin Ling Dan... The bull heads and horse faces that attacked us just now were also ink paintings. It's really ironic that we would actually fight against the paintings." Su Fengfeng said with his chin in hand.
Geng Biaobiao said to Su Fengfeng again: "Brother, we are now sure that it is all the fault of that painter. But why does this guy always draw monsters and monsters? Why doesn't he draw people or other things?"
"I think, after all, this ink is evil, and it can only work by painting the same evil substance." Su Fengfeng said his answer in a serious manner.
"The ghosts drawn by that wretched painter can turn into real ghosts just because the fragments of the Yin Ling Pill are soaked in ink. Oh, the world is so big and full of wonders! In the end, the power of the Yin Ling Pill is so amazing. "Xu Chengcheng yawned, wrapped this small piece of Yin Ling Pill with a yellow talisman, and then put it into the package.
I checked the time and paid attention to the movement in the grass, and I knew what was going on. In order to lure the snake out of the hole, I said to the four of them: "Okay, it's okay now. Let's go back. Although the sick painter escaped, we also got rid of the evil ink paint. Let's go back to sleep." .”
The guys were walking and chatting, and there was a person following us far behind. In fact, I already knew who he was, and he must have come for the fragments of the Yinling Pill.
Sure enough, after I lay down on the hotel bed and fell asleep at night, a dark shadow quietly walked in.
The other party didn't hesitate, and directly stuck the short knife on the quilt. Unfortunately, he missed it, so I turned on the light in the room and said, "Your Excellency, you still don't want to give up? It's because of the fragments of the Yin Ling Pill. You have found the wrong person. The fragments of the Yin Ling Pill are with my second senior brother. Because, Have you tasted the sweetness of relying on the Yin Ling Pill? I tell you, those who do evil will surely die. It’s better not to use such an evil thing.”
"Stop talking nonsense, you made me lose my ink paint, and I want your life."
This helpless guy dared to mess with me, so I kicked him in the face and he was pressed against the wall.
Xu Chengcheng, Li Huhu and others rushed over after hearing the noise.
Xu Chengcheng asked: "It's so late at night, what are you doing?"
When Li Huhu saw it was the painter who ran away, he said with disbelief: "Isn't this the painter who ran away? Why did he come here again?"
"This guy came here for the fragments of the Yin Ling Pill. I told him that the Yin Ling Pill was no longer with me, and he still wanted to fight with me. So, I taught this ignorant guy a lesson." I pinched him tightly. She grabbed his neck and suffocated him for a while.
"Senior Brother Yangsheng, please stop strangling him. He is about to be strangled to death by you." Geng Biaobiao persuaded me, and I let go.
The painter said: "Since you said that Yin Ling Dan is an evil thing, then you can come to my house with me again! I also have a jar of ink paints, and there are fragments of Yin Ling Dan in it."
I was startled, grabbed his ears and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Take us there quickly."
We five strong men escorted a skinny man out. We walked all the way under a culvert of a bridge, and then we saw a small partition built up with turning heads. This should be the painter's home.
I never imagined that this down-and-out painter could live such a miserable life and be bullied by all kinds of cats and dogs. Now I understand everything.
Looking at the poor man in front of us, who would have imagined that he is still a dangerous person, using the evil power of the Yin Ling Pill fragments to create evil spirits and villains through painting. If he really relied on his own strength, he would be nothing more than a soft bag that even pet cats and dogs couldn't defeat.
"Hey, do you live here?" Geng Biaobiao asked the painter, pointing to the small brick house with one hand.
"Yes, it's here, but the ink is very strange, and it has become less and less willing to listen to me recently. Instead, I feel that I am being manipulated by him, and I can't help but drip blood into the ink. Originally, I was just a painter. , before I only painted portraits. However, since I accidentally picked up an ink paint tube made of bamboo, I began to draw ghosts. I began to draw ghosts day and night, as long as there is this special Blood ink can create as many evil spirits as you want. But I am getting weaker and weaker, and my face is getting worse and worse. Several times I wake up and find myself dripping blood into the paint tube again..."
As soon as the painter said this, his carotid artery suddenly burst and he fell to the ground. He tried his best to cover the burst carotid artery, but he was still bleeding profusely.
At the same time, dozens of painted ghosts with horns on their heads, strangely long fangs, and sharp nails flew out of the brick-walled room.
Now it seems that these evil ghosts are really lifelike, and this humble painter is really good at painting!
"Brothers, it's time to fight."
Xu Chengcheng shouted loudly, immediately took out the boomerang, smeared cinnabar on the front and flew towards the evil ghost.
We immediately joined the battle and fought against these painted evil spirits.
The defeated evil spirits turned into a puddle of black ink. The most unpleasant thing was the disgusting smell of ink, because it was mixed with blood. If you smell it for a while, you might be fainted.
Soon, we defeated the first wave of evil spirits we drew. These things may seem scary, but they are all painted after all, and are easy to deal with for those of us who are sensible.
However, large numbers were their advantage, and the second wave of evil spirits came out of the room again. At the same time, an evil ghost's voice came out, "Unexpectedly, here are a few more Taoist priests with profound Taoist skills. Very good, I like to drink the blood of people with advanced cultivation."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black ghost floated out of the room. Although the other party was just a ball of black mist, two lantern-like eyes shot out a faint green light, and you could feel the power of the Yin Ling Dan. Great power.
I never expected that the ghost painting that the master said existed, but was nothing more than a third-rate thing. It is said that the ghost painting is the soul of a frustrated painter in ancient times. He was an excellent painter, but was not appreciated. He died of frustration and hatred. The soul was accumulated in the ink paint tube that he used to paint during his lifetime. It was because of the fragments of the Yin Ling Pill that the painter had the ability to do evil.
"It seems that this is the body of the blood-drinking evil ghost. This painter is just a tool. He has been controlled by the real evil ghost for a long time. The evil ghost deliberately let the painter attract us to it." Xu Chengcheng suddenly Understood.
The second wave of drawn evil ghosts rushed towards us. Li Huhu suddenly stood in front, and another ball of fire evaporated these evil ghosts on the spot.
Li Huhu looked a little tired and said: "I have used fire magic too many times today. I can't bear it anymore. You go and deal with that real ghost."
Su Fengfeng, Geng Biaobiao, and Xu Chengcheng went up to fight the painting ghost. Under several attacks in turn, the painting ghost could not be destroyed, as if it had become immortal.
Seeing that something was wrong, I immediately squatted down and grabbed the dying painter and asked, "Where is the last fragment of the Yin Ling Pill? Tell me quickly."
"The...paint...canister...inside."
If you want to completely eliminate the painting ghost, you must first find the Yinling Pill.
Without saying a word, I rushed into the room and took out the ancient paint tube. Sure enough, the smell of blood was extremely strong.
I said in my heart, since you evil ghost likes to drink blood so much, then I will treat you to drink as much as you can. I took out the rooster blood and mixed it into the paint tube.
Only the moaning of the evil ghost was heard outside. After a while, the ghost spirit dissipated without a trace, and the painting ghost was eliminated.
When I walked out with the paint tube, the painter was still pointing at the paint tube while he was dying, until his hand softened and he died completely.
On his deathbed, the painter was still thinking about the paint tube.
