Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin

From the bone vulture's appearance to its demise, everything happened too quickly.

While everyone was still worried about whether the three-headed dog and Painted Skin could deal with such a terrifying monster, they didn't expect Painted Skin to rely on just one move to completely finish off the bone vulture.

When the bone vulture dropped a blue material card, Zhang Jingtian hesitated, wondering if he should pick it up.

Regardless, in this hunt targeting the bone vulture, the gray-haired youth and his three-headed dog had also contributed.

If he were to take the material for himself at this time, wouldn't it be…

But the gray-haired youth seemed completely unconcerned about the material.

His eyes were wide open, staring dumbfounded at the silent Painted Skin and Zhang Jingtian.

You should know that the bone vulture is not some weakling, but a proper blue-quality monster.

Without the support of spell cards and equipment cards, a monster of the same level is no weaker than a heroic spirit card.

But Painted Skin was able to kill the bone vulture with one blow, which is really hard to understand.

The only explanation the gray-haired youth could think of was that Painted Skin's true level was higher than the bone vulture's?

"This material…"

Zhang Jingtian began to speak.

The gray-haired youth interrupted him: "Keep it, your heroic spirit killed it anyway. And if you hadn't helped, the community might have completely fallen by the time I arrived."

Zhang Jingtian was not one to be polite, and since the other party said so, he immediately pocketed the blue-quality material.

After all, the gray-haired youth was right about one thing: if he hadn't taken action, the bone vulture would have leveled their community long ago with its strength.

As a resident of the community, he couldn't help but ask: "Are you from the government? Why are you so late?"

The gray-haired youth sighed: "I'm from the Public Security Bureau, but I'm still an intern. Actually, this is my first mission."

Hearing the official's words, Zhang Jingtian was relieved.

The gray-haired youth's gaze fell on Zhang Jingtian:

"Are you still a student?"

"Yes, I'm still in high school." Zhang Jingtian relaxed a little: "I had just finished making a card when I suddenly heard strange noises outside. In the end, I had no choice but to stand up."

These words shocked the gray-haired youth again. At this moment, he stared at Zhang Jingtian in disbelief, unable to believe what the other party said:

"Are you saying that you… you just finished making a card today?"

"Yes," Zhang Jingtian nodded: "I haven't even received the title of Preparatory Card Creator yet!"

"…" The gray-haired youth was speechless.

The level of a heroic spirit card that has just been created will not be too high, so how could she kill the bone vulture with one blow?

What kind of story did this young man create to produce such a beautiful and powerful female ghost?

"Can you tell me your name?"

The gray-haired youth felt that it was necessary to get to know this young genius.

Perhaps the two of them would have dealings in the future.

"Zhang Jingtian, currently studying at Lanruo High School."

The gray-haired youth nodded, seemingly indicating that he had remembered the name.

"Thank you for today's matter."

"Oh right, go and take the qualifying exam as soon as possible and pass the review!"

After saying that, Zhou Yu waved his hand and left.

He knew that after such a big thing happened today, their Public Security Bureau must be extremely busy now.

What he had to do was to go back quickly and report everything that happened today.

Of course, including the fact that Zhang Jingtian took action and resolved the crisis.

Zhou Yu didn't intend to take credit for this, even if Zhang Jingtian might not care.

After the community's security was lifted, cheers came from many buildings.

And almost all the residents of the community remembered Zhang Jingtian.

Their community now has a genius card creator!

Back in his room, Zhang Jingtian finally let out a shout.

To be honest, when he really went downstairs to face those ghosts, it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.

After all, those ghosts could really kill him.

Fortunately, Painted Skin was even more powerful than he had expected.

She solved those ghosts so easily.

Even the bone vulture was the same. Aside from Painted Skin's inherent restraint against male creatures, he felt that Painted Skin's abilities were indeed stronger than monsters of the same quality.

Could it be that Painted Skin's story is richer?

But now, Painted Skin's level is still level one.

The ghosts she just killed were not enough for her to level up.

"You can sleep in my room tonight."

Zhang Jingtian looked at Painted Skin floating beside him and said softly.

Painted Skin smiled, and then with a wave of her brush, she changed her face again.

This time, she transformed into a female idol that the original owner liked.

After a battle, Zhang Jingtian quickly fell asleep.

But what he didn't know was that Painted Skin was always by his side, never leaving.

Every slight disturbance would attract the woman's attention.

A dreamless night.

When Zhang Jingtian woke up, he opened his phone and found that there were more than a dozen missed calls.

And they all came from the same person, his homeroom teacher.

Wang Chunyan is a very typical homeroom teacher, forty years old, wearing black-rimmed glasses, her hair tied up, with sharp eyes, always energetic, and walking without a sound.

Zhang Jingtian naturally called his homeroom teacher back, thinking that his heroic deeds in the community yesterday had been exposed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the phone was connected, Wang Chunyan's worried voice came from the other end:

"Zhang Jingtian, are you okay? The Crystal Lido where you live was also attacked by the Scourge Legion last night."

Zhang Jingtian's tone was a little choked up: "I'm fine, teacher, I went to bed pretty early yesterday."

"This child, something like that happened yesterday, and he was still able to sleep through it."

Wang Chunyan breathed a sigh of relief, it was good that he was alive.

Zhang Jingtian was, after all, the child of a martyr, and Wang Chunyan privately cared about him.

It was just that Zhang Jingtian had not yet created his first card, which made her a little disappointed.

His mental strength is clearly good, so why doesn't he have any inspiration?

"Come to school quickly, because of the Xi Lake incident, the holiday has been cut short. Then, there will be an important matter to announce to all of you senior high school students."

After Zhang Jingtian agreed, he looked up and found Painted Skin sitting at the computer desk, drawing.

Under the paintbrush, an image of him appeared.