The abnormal daily life of a painter

"What a wonderful girl, why is she a member of the Shenyaohui?"

"Do you care about this? There are so many people in the world, either men or women, and there are too many beautiful ones." Flinder lay on the big soft bed, with a look of emotion: "These days have been really beautiful." Magic."

Besides her, An Lika is also here.

At this moment, they have undoubtedly become the hostages of the "Holy Son" that Shenyao will use. The hostages do not have to be isolated alone, and it is also good to put them together with the person who wants to threaten.

Here, they will be delivered whatever they want, and some rarer medicines are even used on An Lika. The middle-aged man even directly explained that if the light of God can shine here, the medicine on An Lika All problems will cease to exist.

The girl was moved.

This also understands that the young and beautiful girl who was originally a beautiful girl has directly become like this. When she is psychologically fragile, she is not from the old city, and she knows very little about the things in the old city. Compared with those verbal temptations, it is better to serve them here now.

As long as Zheng Yichen hooks his fingers, he can be such a pure girl.

The temptation of material things is much stronger than the temptation of language, not much beep beep, just take something that everyone likes and smash it hard, smash it hard, you will be dizzy and light, and you will be blown by the kind of talking The kind that can blow people up.

The position no longer exists.

"All the gifts given by fate have already been secretly priced." Zheng Yichen said with a gloomy expression. The treatment he received in the past two days can be said to be good. After being raised, there is no problem except for a little anemia.

"Who said that?" Flinder was curious.

"It's not what I said, give way to the side." Zheng Yichen also lay down and looked at the ceiling. The place they are currently in is the Seventh Ring District. Able to live in a luxurious and safe house.

To be honest, the treatment is so good now, which makes him very uneasy. What he eats and drinks every day gives Zheng Yichen the feeling of raising a pig, and he almost kills the pig directly after raising the pig for nothing. Huahua?

Every day when I open my eyes, I see Nai... No, every day when I open my eyes, my mind is full of one thing. The people of Shenyaohui regard him as the son of God, are they planning to make him a god?

Zheng Yichen didn't hide too much about his abilities. The main reason is very simple. As long as it is a special ability, it will be useful. When he uses it a lot, others will gradually understand. His ability is very special, but the old In fact, there are people with similar abilities in the city.

As far as Zheng Yichen knows, there are several, one with the ability to manifest, one with the ability to reproduce, and the performance is much stronger than him, and he has such power since he was a child, and he?It was only half a year ago that he possessed this ability, oh, that is, when he was an adult.

The start alone is many years behind those people.

This is what Zheng Yichen knows, and there are probably more people who don't know. Compared with those people who can get anything with a clap of their hands or reproduce it, his strength also needs to master the skills of painting.

"By the way, what exactly was that thing you picked up earlier?"

"It's a bone flute. I thought it was a problem with that thing. Now that I think about it, it's a big loss." Flinder replied with some regret.

The pig-like life didn't last long. After confirming that Zheng Yichen's body had completely returned to normal, he was about to take on the responsibility of the "Holy Son" of the Shenyao Society.

A large number of books on the concept of Shenyaohui and pictures related to gods were sent to Zheng Yichen. Everything seemed to be in order, but at the same time, he was a little impatient. This was what Zheng Yichen was most worried about. This group of lunatics really wanted him to draw gods!

"You are blaspheming the gods." Zheng Yichen said to the beautiful maid next to him, who was accompanying him to 'study', as long as he can 'study' well, there is no problem in following some indescribable plots, It is so real.

The little maid smiled softly: "The Holy Son successfully ushered the gods down. This is double the joy. How could it be blasphemy? The figure of a god also needs to be admired."

"All right, all right, what you said makes sense." Zheng Yichen also felt that he was out of his mind, why was he reasoning with a group of heretics, they had their own theory, but there was such a thing as a god of painting...

Looking at those albums about gods, he felt that the value of San was very low. Those who worshiped gods in the old capital, could they be expected to worship anything normal?

"Also, you mean to let me...design the image of God?"

"No, the image of God painted by the Holy Son is the result of God's guidance."

That’s what the beautiful and regrettable maid lady said. Zheng Yichen looked at those albums. The contents in the albums should be recorded by Shenyao after exploring those ruins and other places. Is there a god in this world?Zheng Yichen doesn't know, but there is no doubt that this world has supernatural power.

He has it himself, and has seen others use it.

The monsters encountered before were also transformed by the influence of some supernatural forces.

"...you'd better look less at such things, and be careful of nightmares at night." At night, An Lika took a look at the picture album Zheng Yichen was carrying, then looked away, and never looked at it again.

"I don't want to read this stuff either." Zheng Yichen also shook the album in his hand with some distaste. There are two kinds of nightmares in the old capital, the normal nightmare of thinking about it day and night, and the nightmare of being caught by something or It's a nightmare after the weirdness is entangled.

Because looking at the thing has a nightmare, it will definitely not have any good results.

Rather than submit to death, it is useless here. Rather than submit to a beating and suffer some additional torture, it is better to fulfill their wish. Don’t they want to see God?

"You don't really want to draw a 'god,' do you?"

"I don't want to paint at all. All I want is to leave the old capital and live a normal life."

Chapter 033 Draw an Angel for You

What kind of existence is God?

A lot of images flashed through Zheng Yichen's mind, most of them were beautiful girls... demons?Demons are similar, anyway, he has never seen a real god, so how can he guess?It is better to let him imagine it than to use what he knows.

That kind of image doesn't have much recognition in this world, but it still has recognition on the earth. As for whether the earth can affect his ability, Zheng Yichen doesn't know, but he has encountered such things as rebirth. , then trying is better than fantasizing, right?

It's not that Zheng Yichen, who fantasizes out of thin air, has never tried before, but he failed naturally. He wants to be a cartoonist, a novelist, and just be a copywriter.

But it was less than a year since his ability appeared, and he spent a considerable part of the time learning to draw.

Shenyaohui gave Zheng Yichen half a month. During this time, those beautiful maids almost didn't wear anything close-fitting. However, this is the problem. The more they took the initiative, the more Zheng Yichen felt that there was a problem.

There is nothing to say about his appearance, but considering some problems, he gave up decisively, and he would rather go to Flinder.

The reason is to concentrate on creation, which is not easy to operate.

In half a month, Zheng Yichen combined some elements in the album and came up with some images. To put it bluntly, he found a completed base map, and then made some additional additions and adjustments.

The specific image is similar to a gyroscope, but the ring part is like a wheel. There is a huge eye in the center, and there are densely packed eyes on the ring. This is the most core part, and the rest is Zheng Yichen. Additional insignificant parts added.

It was pieced together from the picture book, and those were the last ones when I actually started painting... It is up to him to decide whether to paint or not!

In addition, the design of the picture album tends to be dark and terrifying, which makes Zheng Yichen's draft look very scary. Zheng Yichen himself feels a little uncomfortable looking at it. The upper part is different.

In other words, it is related to interests.

Those people will not be able to pass the test for things that are too normal. They can't say that the "god" I want to draw is an angel on the earth.

It's not the type that when people say angel, they immediately think of a beautiful elder sister or younger sister with wings. They are really human.

"This is the 'God' drawn by the Holy Son?" Nila looked at the drawing in front of him. Behind him, the giant wolf was crawling on the ground, but even if it was lying on its stomach, it was still taller than Nila who was sitting. s.

"Do you need to make him adjust?"

"No, that's good." Nilas shook his head immediately, feeling a little excited: "The process is not important! The important thing is the existence of God! He is a real God! It's not the kind that is only recorded in books and is seen by people." False gods that are preached but have no trace!!"

"Huh~ Let's prepare for the next ceremony, isolate that nurse alone." Nilas calmed down and continued to explain what happened next.

They have searched for many "Holy Sons", but without exception, those Holy Sons have let them down, and some of them were torn to pieces by angry believers after failure. None were found.

Therefore, the most important thing is not the process, but the result. The result is what they want, and everything is happy, not what they want. The Holy Son is a way for the believers of the Godly Glory Society to vent their anger. At that time, the so-called Holy Son The Son is no longer the Son.

On the day of the ceremony, Zheng Yichen saw Flinder locked in a cage with an anxious face. After the drawing was completed, Flinder was taken away and locked in a place he could see through the window. During this period of time, Flinder repeatedly tried to convey some information to Zheng Yichen.

Zheng Yichen couldn't understand, until today, Zheng Yichen was brought back to the outside of the old capital, where the members of the Shenyaohui had already prepared for the ceremony, a large number of believers stared at Zheng Yichen intently, the fanatic gaze made Zheng Yichen feel Some hairy.

Now he is the "great holy son" in the hearts of those cultists. Once he can't meet their needs, Zheng Yichen can't imagine the result.

Here, Zheng Yichen saw the middle-aged man again, who was still followed by the very scary giant wolf. Nilas had an uncontrollable frenzy on his face, and looked at Zheng Yichen with burning eyes: "It seems that our The Holy Son is ready, so let's start?"

"I'm curious, what benefits will this do to you and you." Zheng Yichen looked at the paintbrush in his hand. The paintbrush was made of unknown animal hair and the bones of some kind of creature, and it felt very good in his hand. Well, the moment Zheng Yichen touched it, he fell in love with this paintbrush that he probably wouldn't be able to afford in his entire life.

This thing was prepared by Shenyao for him. Compared with the brushes he used to buy a lot, this thing is a powder pack.

"You will know this after you welcome the descending of the god." Nilas behaved differently from those normal villains, and he directly arranged to enter the final process.

In his eyes, Zheng Yichen is a key that guides the coming of the gods. The altar of the ceremony is specially prepared according to Zheng Yichen's ability. A large number of believers surrounded Zheng Yichen who stood barefoot on the altar, offering their most fanatical blood.

Zheng Yichen, who was in the center of a group of fanatical believers, was affected. In that fanatical atmosphere, he had an urge to join, no, to blend in.

The believers who donated blood rushed over each other. Although the amount of bloodletting was not much, there were so many of them. A large amount of blood flowed into a blood pool in front of Zheng Yichen. Zheng Yichen really wanted to say that this kind of blood was actually useless to him. , but after smelling the smell of the pool of blood, his eyes widened slightly.

What a breath of ink!

Is this altar the reason?Zheng Yichen glanced at the altar under his feet, and then at the pool of blood that almost burst into golden light in his eyes.

The bloody smell blowing towards his face did not affect Zheng Yichen's senses. He even had a strong urge to waste such good ink if he didn't use it. It has to be said that the preparations for this ceremony of the Shenyaohui opened a door for Zheng Yichen. new door.

Next to it was a piece of white jade-like drawing paper with a length and width of two meters. The bone paintbrush in Zheng Yichen's hand dipped into the blood in the blood pool, and the blood used as ink decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The moment the brush touches the paper, an indescribable sense of fluency arises. How should I put it, in the past, he used his blood and his own mental power to paint. The better the quality of the ink, the lower the consumption of mental power.

But this time things changed.

Chapter 034

Zheng Yichen imagined what it would be like to paint again after encountering a certain kind of extremely high-quality ink. Will there be a situation where the spiritual power is only a symbolic consumption?

This time he was so brave, on the one hand, he didn't have many choices, and on the other hand, he figured out the reason why the ink he obtained from the cultists was of good quality.

Those cult members didn't show any extreme emotions before they were killed, but they themselves had extreme 'beliefs'. These days, Zheng Yichen also told the maids half-truths and half-truths about his dependence on ink.

So even if you really want to try to draw a god, the consumption can actually be replaced by ink of good enough quality. It shouldn’t drain him, and Archimedes will move the earth...Well, as long as the believers are fanatical and powerful enough, He's the one with the crowbar that moves the earth.

Not only that, but he was even more sure that after the quality of the ink was too high, his spiritual power would not only be consumed symbolically, but also in return beyond imagination. This return made Zheng Yichen feel as if he had encountered a scam. You can get a million in return for [-] yuan, which sounds very mysterious and unreliable.

But he did encounter such a fraudulent return.

The mental power passed through the paintbrush smoothly, and after a turnaround, he got a huge feedback. This feedback was instant, and the spiritual power brought about by the instant feedback was enhanced, so that the extremely frenzied atmosphere around him could not continue to affect him. .

When an eye appeared on the drawing paper and appeared in front of those believers, they howled as if stimulated. Zheng Yichen knew why this group of believers seemed to be sick.

The old capital was originally an unstable area. Fanaticism said infection in other places, but that was just a symbolic statement. In an unstable area like the old capital, fanaticism would really infect each other, just like a mental attack.

He could see Amika, who was with Flinder, twisting her body in pain, and Flinder's expression was not much better.

In this fanatical atmosphere, the pool of blood that was filled again became boiling. Faith is also a kind of power, even if it is this distorted fanatical belief.

Although the painting on the drawing paper did not take place, and the color was only a monotonous blood color, it already showed an extraordinary aura, and it was this aura that deeply stimulated the believers and made them realize that this time It is different from the deception brought about by the false sons of the past.

'God' is really coming!

The dry paintbrush once again dipped the blood in the blood pool. Zheng Yichen continued to perfect the subsequent paintings, and the feedback he got from them became stronger. Unknowingly, the blood flowed out from the corners of his nostrils and eyes. Zheng Yichen not only was not affected, Instead, he became more and more focused.

Compared with normal people, it can only be said to be excellent spiritual strength. Under the strong feedback obtained during painting, it becomes thick from a scattered mist.

The gas, liquid and solid transitions are completed in a very short time.

When more than half of the painting was completed, he faced a serious problem. It is true that the spiritual power has completed the transformation of the form continuously, but this feedback still exists, even though at this time the believers have been unable to squeeze out any "faith" However, Zheng Yichen also felt a series of crackling sounds from his brain.

The howling skull struggled to restrain his brain from exploding.

Zheng Yichen gritted his teeth and directly increased the injection of spiritual power. The spiritual power injected through the brush and the feedback touch during painting were squeezed together.

Although Zheng Yichen couldn't suppress the feedback, it also blocked the feedback transmission. The paintbrush in his hand became heavy, and he didn't know whether the brush was uncomfortable or not. Anyway, after this operation, Zheng Yichen didn't feel uncomfortable for the time being. Well, at least the skull that was madly telling him 'I'm going to strike' has quieted down.

The pool of blood dried up, and after Zheng Yichen finished the last stroke, the strong feedback gradually faded. Although the paintbrush in his hand did not change, when he held it, it seemed to Zheng Yichen that he was holding the bones of his own hand. a feeling of.

It's so weird.

Looking at the painting in front of him again, although he has not completed the last step, the existence in the painting still has the feeling that it is about to come true. There is a big eye surrounded by four nested rings. A ring with a ring of eyes snapped together in the center, and a row of eyes with two smaller rings on either side.

The chariot of the gods, the seat of angels.

"Why did you stop! Why! Why!!" Looking at Zheng Yichen's finished painting, some believers roared with dissatisfaction. They felt the divinity revealed by the "God" in this painting that they had never felt before. , but this divinity made them feel extremely uncomfortable. When they looked directly into those eyes, they felt as if they were being judged.

The sins in their hearts and their past actions all surfaced one by one, and even made them have the "illusion" that "all this is wrong", this is not the "God" they want!

The painting has not been completed yet. The portrait they know includes tentacles that blind and blind those eyes, joints, sharp teeth that gnaw eyes, etc. It is absolutely not so clean.

"Is there not enough blood? We still have more!!"

Some crazy believers cut their wrists, and the blood flowed back into the blood pool along the blood groove. Zheng Yichen didn't even look at the blood pool. It's useless, it's just ordinary blood.

"It's finished!" Zheng Yichen grabbed the edge of the drawing paper, and the believer showed ferocious madness and anger on his face, dragging his weak body and rushing towards Zheng Yichen.

They were deceived again, this time the Holy Son was the same as before, still a false Holy Son... No, it was an even more hateful heretic Holy Son!

Looking at the believers who rushed over, Zheng Yichen laughed and tore off the drawing paper on the drawing board. The crazy cultists froze, staring dumbfounded at the "God" that emerged from the sky from illusion to reality. Looking at it from above, the maximum diameter of this 'god' is only more than 20 meters, but when you try to see it clearly, you will feel that it is far larger than the visual inspection.

The water is pale, and there are multiple stacked wheels with hundreds of eyes. After the angels present here appeared, some believers had already felt an unspeakable fear in their hearts. ground.

Being watched by those eyes, they saw clearly the sins in their hearts, the strong fear and the sins in their hearts, which made them lose all the impulse to resist.

"Children, don't be afraid...don't be afraid..."

It's hard not to be intimidated by this image.

Chapter 035 The Appearance of the Devil

"That... what is it??" Flinder looked at the huge 'creature' in the sky in a daze. The local research institute released the illustrated book, and the illustrated books on different websites are different.

If some research institutes engage in the act of stealing pictures and are discovered, the most likely result is not that the local officials come forward to coordinate and solve it, but that the two research institutes directly fight each other.

And the one that appeared now gave Flinder an indescribable feeling, saying that this thing is hideous and terrifying, but it’s not that bad. Although there are many eyeballs, it gives people a special feeling of coordination overall, and it doesn’t seem out of place. Stability and chaos, whether it is the rotation of those rings that are like wheels or otherwise.