Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 279 Investigating the past of the girl in the coffin
The blood-like red trace on the ground is so dazzling.

Lu Mingfei went on to describe that he had been recovering from his injuries for half a month in Yingshan, and he was always looking at Master Yingshan. His eyes, nose, detached charm, and cold temperament can emerge when he closes his eyes.

Mr. Watanabe's whole mind is on painting, his brows are frowning into Sichuan characters, he will bite the paintbrush for a long time, chewing unconsciously, probably this is his habit of thinking, suddenly for a moment, his eyes light up, so bright that it is frightening , as if two fires were hidden inside, and then Lu Mingfei saw his almost nervous smile, and suddenly started painting, smearing, smearing, filling large pieces of paint, and his whole body was trembling due to excessive excitement.

During Lu Mingfei's description of Lord Yingshan, Watanabe-kun never interrupted him. Is this guy so confident that he can complete the transformation after listening to the description once?
Beforehand, Lu Mingfei entrusted someone to obtain Watanabe's information. The psychic painter can not only draw the transformation of powerful monsters, but can even intercept the breath of monsters through painting, with a certain tracking function.

He takes different periods of time to paint, the stronger the object, the longer it takes. In addition, if he has seen it with his own eyes, or the more information he knows, such as the name of the monster, race, active location, likes and dislikes, if the information he has is as detailed as this To this extent, the drawing time for monsters of the same level can also be greatly shortened.

Generally speaking, it takes an hour to transform into a big monster level with blank data.

According to the ghost master, it is five hours.

God, because there has never been a precedent, it is impossible to estimate how long it will be, but it must be more than five hours. Lu Mingfei is prepared for a long wait.

Left and right were also bored, he walked lightly behind Watanabe and looked at the unfinished painting.

Lu Mingfei was surprised.

How long has it been, is it an hour, why is it more than half done?
The outline of the girl is already in place, the priestess costume is very clear, and the long red hair is also completed, leaving only the facial features and siblings.

I have to say that the name of the psychic artist is not a rumor. Looking at the outline, Lu Mingfei seems to have seen the young mountain god in Yingshan again. Whether it is the flame-like priestess costume or the red hair, it is simply amazing. exactly the same.

Lu Mingfei was silently amazed, and was suddenly taken aback.

Wait a minute, he just mentioned the miko costume, not the specific style, how did Watanabe know?
Frowning slightly, he glanced at Watanabe-kun, his back was hunched, the corners of his mouth were turned up, his eyes were bright, and his spirit was in a state of abnormal excitement. While painting, he actually shed two lines of hot tears.

The girl's facial features are more than half.

Lu Mingfei gradually discovered something unusual.

Watanabe's drawing is wrong.

The Lord of Yingshan Mountain is a god, cold and alienated, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

But in his writing, the girl is more vivid, although cold, but has the innocence of a girl.

Lu Mingfei was about to stop.

This is not a mountain god, it is clearly a human being.

and many more.

Like...human?
The outstretched hand stopped in the air, and Lu Mingfei remembered what Master Yingshan said.

"This is the human me."

Therefore, what Watanabe painted was not the Lord Sakura at all, but the girl in the coffin.

Lu Mingfei took a deep look at Watanabe, then turned his gaze to the clock on the wall. It was only an hour and a half since he started painting.

But the transformation is about to be completed.

Logically speaking, such a short amount of time is far from enough, and it takes five hours for the ghost master level, let alone a god.

So, do you know her well?

Watanabe stopped writing at around one hour and fifty.

In terms of picture quality, it was a girl in a priestess costume. Watanabe looked far away, recalling the past, and did not speak for a long time.

It wasn't until Lu Mingfei called him several times that he came back to his senses.

"Watanabe-kun? Watanabe-kun?"

"Ah, sorry."

He scratched his head and smiled.

"I'm so sorry."

"Well, Ning's commission has been completed, please take it away."

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei didn't take the painting, he stood beside Watanabe, looking at the girl in the maiden costume.

"Very cute girl, you say yes, Watanabe-kun."

"Well, that's right."

"Then what is her name?"

The painter subconsciously opened his mouth, but before he said something, he suddenly showed a look of panic and even fear, and immediately shut his mouth tightly and shook his head.

"Please take your painting."

He lowered his head and straightened the paint brushes, moving surprisingly fast.

The sharp-eyed Lu Mingfei noticed Watanabe's trembling fingers.

"Is there nothing you want to tell me?"

"Or you don't want to know, where have I seen her?"

"Watanabe-kun."

Watanabe's fingers trembled.

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying."

His tone was like a hard stone.

"Please take your painting, I'm going to rest."

Lu Mingfei recalled all the changes in this man's expression from the beginning of painting to the present.

"If you drink water, please help yourself."

"I'm going to rest."

Watanabe lowered his head and didn't look at Lu Mingfei. After saying this in a hurry, he immediately walked to the next bedroom. Lu Mingfei watched him disappear behind the door as if he was fleeing.

"That girl."

"She."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Never passed away."

After a while, the door opened.

Watanabe leaned against the door frame in despair.

"she……"

"are you OK?"

…………

"Student Uesugi's health is very bad, and he often asks for leave because of illness."

"Oh, right."

Watanabe held a can of beer in his hand and brushed his long hair.

"Uesugi-san, that's the girl you asked me to draw."

"The full name is..."

He took a sip of wine for himself and said sullenly.

"Erika Uesugi."

After coming out of the bedroom, Watanabe took a dozen beers from the refrigerator and sat on the floor chatting with Lu Mingfei without choosing a place.

He and the girl in the coffin, oh, it should be Erika Uesugi, they are middle school classmates.

Come to think of it, it was eight years ago.

Watanabe sighed.

"Time is so fast."

At that time Watanabe did not have the ability to awaken psychics, he was just an ordinary male high school student, and his relationship with Erika was only in the same class. As for why they were not friends, in his words.

"friend?"

Watanabe laughed and slapped his palm in front of him.

"Forgive me, forgive me!"

"It's impossible for a mediocre guy like me to be friends with Uesugi-san."

"She."

Watanabe showed a longing look, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but upturned.

"It's like being a god."

Erika is a popular figure in the school. Although this girl does not have such thoughts, but a female student who walks around the campus openly wearing a miko costume on the first day of school, and looks the same as in the anime, everyone will definitely discuss it hers.

Originally, with Eriyi's appearance, as long as her personality is not too bad, many students will gather around her and become the center of a group.

But she didn't.

The students avoided her.

There are rumors that Erika's background is incredible, she is the daughter of a violent society, who seems to have seen her come to school in a luxury car, and the driver in black uniform opened the door for her, exactly like the show on TV.

But Erika herself didn't care.

It seems that to this girl, whether she has friends or not is irrelevant. She goes to the bathroom by herself, changes her indoor shoes by herself, and goes to and from school by herself. Day by day, she is still the same Uesugi classmate from the beginning, and she is not lonely. Mood, the miko costume is spotless.

"Uesugi-san is amazing."

"If it were me, I would definitely not be able to do what she did."

"Like her? You mean?"

"Inner strength... or something."

Watanabe took a sip of wine.

"If I were put in the situation of Uesugi-san, without a single friend, and all my classmates pointing at me behind my back, and everyone looked at me with fearful eyes, I would definitely not be able to bear it."

"You know, although everyone is staying away from Uesugi-san, in private, she is the one that boys mention the most."

"There are also nicknames like the lonely Bai Xueji."

"Bai Xueji?"

"Yeah, Uesugi-san, just like Shirayuki."

Watanabe said.

"Fragile and beautiful."

Erika comes to school very rarely, usually about [-] days in a month, and her seats are all empty. At first, everyone was curious, wondering why Uesugi asked for leave frequently, and went to ask the teacher , They were all sent back by preaching words like "It's rude to secretly inquire about the privacy of classmates".

Until one day, Erika, who finally came to school, fainted in class.

"It was such a mess."

To this day, when Watanabe recalls it, he still vividly remembers it as if it happened just yesterday.

"The math teacher was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and hurriedly said what to do, what to do, as if he was about to cry."

"Several girls were screaming, so loud that people's eardrums were about to burst. It's really useless, well, to be honest." I can't blame them. After all, Uesugi-san looked terrible at that time. A girl in front of me was still worried when we chatted later.

"Is Uesugi-san really okay? That day I thought she had..."

What is not said is.

"I thought she was dead."

Few children at that age had actually seen a corpse, but on that day, those who witnessed Erika fainted all swore that Uesugi-san looked exactly like a corpse.

"However, not all the girls were screaming, and there were some who rushed over bravely. Sayuri just stepped on the desk and ran over like this. The momentum is really scary."

"Not long after, Uesugi-san's family members came. Just like the rumors, they were guys in black uniforms who were hard to mess with at first glance. However, there was a man who was Uesugi-san's older brother. He was surprisingly handsome. It's like being a big star."

After this incident, Erika recuperated for two months before returning to school.

She was still the same as before, walking alone, but the eyes of her classmates gradually changed. In addition to fear and disgust for violent clubs, there was more sympathy.

"Actually, few people really hate Uesugi-san."

"Think about it now."

Watanabe wiped his face and smiled ugly.

"It was really naive back then."

"You should understand it too."

"In the mood of middle school students, everyone is doing one thing. If you are different, you will be excluded. There must be people who will laugh at you if you like Uesugi-san. That would be too embarrassing."

"and."

Watanabe paused, his current appearance was really indescribably lonely.

"Students as dazzling as Uesugi-san, not many people have the courage to approach."

"We're all just mediocre guys, don't talk about becoming friends with Uesugi-san, just standing next to her will give you the idea that you're really bad."

He shook his head.

"We were stupid then, weren't we?"

Lu Mingfei clinked glasses with him and nodded seriously.

"Stupid."

Watanabe held his stomach and laughed, and drank the rest of the beer in one gulp.

Lu Mingfei just looked at Hui Liyi's painting, sipping wine in small sips.

This time the harvest was very unexpected. Originally, I just wanted to find Watanabe to draw a picture, but I didn’t expect that this person happened to be Erii’s classmate. I got a lot of information from him. The name of the girl in the coffin is Uesugi Eri. I used to study at National No. [-] Middle School. Since then, I have liked to wear maiden costumes. I am in poor health and often ask for leave. My family background seems to be very powerful, and I have a handsome brother.

But what about the most important point?

"How did she die?"

"I do not know."

Lu Mingfei stopped drinking, frowned, turned his head, and stared at Watanabe.

"You do not know?"

Watanabe hangs his head, he seems to be drunk, he should be drunk, his eyes are red, and his expression is lonely.

"Yes."

He covered his face in pain.

"I do not know."

It was an ordinary Tuesday.

The classroom is the same as before, nothing special.

If I have to say it, the nutritious lunch that day seems to have natto, the food Watanabe hates the most. In this way, he is just like Crayon Shin-chan.

It's almost time for class.

Both boys and girls looked at an empty seat pretending not to care.

Say it like a joke.

"Uesugi-san asked for leave again."

"I really hope that Lord Bai Xueji can recover soon."

"Hey, let me talk about Jie Er, this is a classroom, you should pay more attention."

"What's the matter, don't be too serious."

At this moment, the door of the classroom was opened.

A group of serious men in black barged in.

The students who were chatting vigorously stopped talking immediately. They sat stiffly and tried not to look at these men. Men will be brutally killed, and women will probably be sold to custom places, which is more terrifying than direct killing.

As imagined, the purpose of the violent club is Uesugi-san, but their behavior is very strange. The students found that these scary men in black clothes actually moved away Erika’s books and stationery, and finally even Uesugi-san’s desk and chair He didn't let it go, that handsome man, who was probably Uesugi's brother, carried the desk by himself, it was unbelievable, he looked so handsome, but he was still a strong man?

The men in black clothes left quickly.

Before leaving, Uesugi's elder brother stood at the door, carrying the desk, and bowed deeply to the students.

"I'm sorry to bother you all."

No one answered, maybe everyone was as scared as Watanabe.

Immediately after they left, the students quarreled.

They said, "It's terrible, it's terrible."

But he was also excited because he saw the legendary violent elements.

Until a student said something in a low voice.

"There is a place that is very interesting."

"That gentleman, he has a white flower on his chest."

With such a reminder, the students echoed one after another, and you said what you said.

"Is there any? White flowers?"

"Didn't you notice? It's really too bad, but I can see it clearly, Bai Hua, there is nothing wrong."

"Speaking of which, so what if there are white flowers? Is there anything worth caring about?"

"You really don't understand anything, the white flowers on the chest, this is a custom that only appears at funerals."

"funeral?"

"For the funeral..."

"That is to say, Uesugi-san, she..."

Students, look at me, and I look at you.

No one continued to speak.

The air seemed to freeze.

Then came class.

The students subconsciously avoided Erika's seat.

It seems that as long as you don't look at it, Uesugi-san's desk and chair are still there.

During the class break, the students gathered together and discussed whether to go to the teacher for confirmation.

Some people proposed to go, some people objected, they quarreled fiercely, and the two boys almost got into a fight.

Although everyone doesn't say it, in fact, everyone likes Uesugi-san.

In the end, those who opposed had the upper hand. After all, as long as there is no confirmation, there is still a glimmer of hope, isn't it?
However, in the afternoon.

Teacher Saito, who is in charge of Mandarin, broke down in tears when he read a text aloud.

He covered his face and lay on the podium crying uncontrollably.

No one laughed at him.

The students just watched quietly.

Gradually, some girls shed tears together.

A boy with red eyes punched the wall a few times.

"hateful!"

Mr. Saito is a very good person, friendly, kind, patient, and also quite handsome. He is very popular with both boys and girls.

At the same time, he is also the best teacher for Erika, he often helps her with essays, and also borrows books from his collection for Erika to read.

In the eyes of the students, Mr. Saito is more like their friend than their teacher.

So, seeing him so sad, with a very haggard look on his face, even if it goes without saying, the students all knew what happened.

Uesugi-san... is really gone.

Later, a saying gradually spread that Uesugi died because of a terminal illness.

Bad news came one after another, and not long after, Mr. Saito also left.

The successive deaths of classmates and teachers had a huge impact on these adolescent children. More than half of the students gave up the subsequent entrance examinations and entered the society early.

Among them is Watanabe.

"Listen to you, did she really die of a terminal illness?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"do not know."

Watanabe shook his head.

"From an objective point of view, I can only give such an answer."

"But if you want my subjective opinion."

Be quiet.

Watanabe said seriously.

"No."

"I don't think Uesugi-san's death is that simple."

"There must be something in it that I don't know about."

"However, I can't summon Uesugi-san's ghost."

His eyes were full of fear and fear.

"I tried it once before, and I got a huge backlash, you see."

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing most of his scorched arms.

"and also."

Watanabe recalled.

"I remember there was a fire at the school before Uesugi's family came to take her belongings."

"Several classrooms used for after-school activities were burned down."

"Does this have anything to do with her?"

"related."

Watanabe looked straight into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"One of the clubs has Uesugi-san."

"What society is that?"

"Literary Research Club."

(End of this chapter)