Total Man Chi I Am The King Of Bloodsuckers

On March 13, 1881, Tsar Alexander II, the liberator of serfs in Tsarist Russia and the father of modern industrialization, was killed by a bomb thrown by the Assassins of the People's Opinions, and his second son Alexander hastily succeeded to the throne, known as Alexander III.

After the serfdom reform, Tsarist Russia quickly became a modern industrial power, but the incompleteness of the reform caused Russia to retain a large number of feudal remnants, and the tsarist autocracy did not change.

Tsarist Russia -

"Painter, wait a minute."

The afterglow of dusk had dissipated, and as night fell, a middle-aged man on the road paused for a moment, with some surprise and irritation in his eyes.

As a nationally renowned painter, few people call him a painter directly in person.

"Is there something going on, sir?"

"How about helping me draw a picture, right now."

"Sorry, it's late today, I'm going to rest."

"The price is negotiable."

The man behind the middle-aged man didn't know what method to use to come to his side at an extremely fast speed.

The painter glanced at the tall man in amazement, the temperature that was already very low, and the moment he saw him, it seemed to drop a little more, making him involuntarily shrink his neck.

"The price has to be doubled, come up."

The middle-aged man instinctively agreed to him.

Coming to the hotel room, the painter put away his belongings, and the man who followed him took out a large handful of rubles and placed it on the table.

"I don't understand why you came to me at this time to paint."

Seeing the money on the table, Ivan's tone couldn't help but slow down.

Generally, these high-class people would first send a servant to inform him, and then let him come to the door to paint them. Time will also choose to choose when the sun is good during the day, and there are almost no people like the man in front of him who is generous but comes to him in the middle of the night to paint.

"On a whim."

"Well, sir, so what do you want me to draw?"

"Draw a portrait of myself, right here."

"Sir, may I ask which one you are..."

Ivan was a little suspicious of which minister or the child of a nobleman he was, after all, such a young man could be so generous, he had to think more.

"Don't guess, you can't guess, I won't say."

"Okay, please sit in that chair by the window."

Ivan was a little helpless.

After getting the paint he needed, the easel up, and everything ready, Ivan found it difficult to write on his own.

I don't know why every time he saw the man's brilliant blood-red eyes, he couldn't help but tremble, as if he saw the corpse mountain and the sea of blood from his eyes, heard countless miserable screams, and the next moment, these disappeared again.

"Sir, why are your eyes..."

"It should have nothing to do with your drawing, take it easy, painter." Just draw it to your heart's content.

After the night was late, the moonlight gradually became hazy, and the man seemed to hide his entire body into the darkness, as if the emperor in the dark night was staring at something, bringing a heavy sense of oppression.

After a few hours, the window gradually brightened.

"Come here first, and you'll get it in three months."

Ivan poked his brow, only to feel that the exhaustion in his body was about to swallow him up.

"Then thank you, then the living expenses for these months will be paid by me."

After saying that, he got up and took out a stack of rubles from his bag and put it on the table before leaving.

"Don't you take a break after sitting for so long? Also, don't you see how I draw?

"No thanks, sometimes expectations are necessary."

......

The

door opened, and Ivan saw the familiar red color again.

"Did you come to get the painting?" Please come in. The

painting had been framed, and Ivan held it up with both hands, and there seemed to be a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"To be honest, this is the most satisfying painting I have done so far."

Handing the painting to the man, Ivan couldn't help but say.

"Is it? It was a real pleasure for me.

Accardo moved his gaze to the picture, and even if he just sat there, he could feel the temperament of a superior person, as if he would come out of the painting the next moment to direct a big battle or participate in a gorgeous ball. The picture combines elegance and toughness perfectly, and even under the impression of shadows, it adds a different kind of mystery to him.

"Well, that's a masterpiece."

The corners of Accardo's mouth rose and he sighed sincerely.

"Then leave it at that, Ivan. By the way, give you a word of advice, take good care of your body. Money is not worth mentioning in front of life. "

Ivan Nikolaevich Kramskoy, author of one of the ten famous paintings "The Unknown Girl". He was one of the founders and thought leaders of the "itinerant exhibition school" in Tsarist Russia. He was not only an outstanding art theorist and social activist of his time, but also an accomplished painter. It can be described as talented, but in order to live a rich life, he often goes in and out of high society, and he paints all day long, resulting in his physical weakness. He died at the age of 50.

Accardo walked down the street with the painting, he didn't know how much this sentence had a great effect on Ivan, maybe it didn't have any effect at all, but he didn't want to care about this, and he could remind him that it was already his bottom line.

Although the late 19th century was the period when Tsarist Russia seemed to be most prosperous and powerful, less than 20 years later, Tsarist Russia was overthrown by revolutionaries in 1917, and the prosperity in front of it will be like a moon in the mirror. But none of this has anything to do with him, the wheel of history rolls forward, and he does not intend or think that he can change all this.

As for the fact that he came here only for this painting.

Since fusing Gao Ming's memories, he suddenly became interested in something that he had never been interested in before. For example, artwork, fine art, books...

This may mean that after staying with humans for a long time, I also have more human emotions.

Suddenly Accardo seemed to have thought of something, and laughed loudly towards the sky

: "Hehehahaha... It's ridiculous, can I, who has become a monster, live like a human again? "