Some of them couldn't believe their eyes.
Finally, someone spoke up.
"No way, is this a painting? It's completely a ghost painting, right?"
"Girl, come and take a look, the picture they drew for you is like drawing a ghost... Hahaha!" The man couldn't help laughing, "He's insulting you!"
"This is a ghost!"
"It's still blood red, it looks so scary!"
"Me too, I feel a little hairy."
The person who spoke quickly turned his head away, as if the thing on that painting was terrifying!
“It was really scary”
"..."
Qingyan swallowed the food in her mouth, put the bowl on the table, and then raised her head to look at Lin Jie's painting.
Just at the first glance, Qingyan was stunned!
Chen Hao's thinking also stagnated in a short time!
Because of Lin Jie's painting.
Claiming to be a figure painting for Qingyan!
The painting is completely blood-red, and the background is almost all blood-red, like blood-red dots, like a blood-red world, and like a blood-red lake...
In the painting, a figure is clearly visible.
Of course, the tone said it was a human figure, not a ghost image.
That ghost was extremely hideous, it only had one face, two hole-like transparent eyes, and an exaggerated mouth full of sharp teeth, that mouth... almost split that hideous ghost face in half!
Chen Hao remembered this ghost.
When Qingyan broke through to the supernatural power realm, this hideous ghost appeared on her body!
He suddenly stared at Lin Jie who had regained his decadent expression, and wanted to know how he saw this Lin Jie!
Qingyan stared blankly at the familiar blood-colored ghost figure, feeling that the pair of holes were like holes, the suspected transparent eyes suddenly narrowed, turned into a strange and extreme smile, and narrowed into two lines.
That hideous big mouth grinds its teeth, as if chewing something.
Immediately afterwards, Qingyan was startled, woke up from that hallucination, and then quickly suppressed the killing magic power in her body that was about to move again!
Chen Hao reminded: "Qingyan, do you still remember the ghost image I told you when you broke through to the supernatural realm last time? It's exactly the same as the one in the painting!"
"How is it? Senior Chen, is my drawing okay?"
Lin Jie looked at Qingyan with apprehension and anticipation in his eyes, a look of hope for approval.
Qingyan gave Lin Jie a serious look, as if she wanted to see through him.
But she could still tell that Lin Jie had ulterior motives, and was not mocking her.
"Your skills are still immature, but you already have the style of everyone. But when you draw a figure, if you draw like this, no wonder you need to use a sword to force others to buy paintings... I think you often use that sword to protect yourself, right?"
"Yes, he deserves a beating!" Someone from the next table interrupted, "If he draws me like this, I have to beat him too!"
"Hahaha...Girl, we support you in beating him!"
"If he dares to fight back, we will help you!"
"Yes, yes, beat him! Beat him hard!"
The drinkers at the next table started booing.
Lin Jie took another sip of wine, disappointed and lonely.
Qingyan went on to say: "Although the drawing is ugly, I have to say that your drawing is very similar and vivid!"
"real?"
Lin Jie suddenly stood up from his chair and asked in surprise.
"Really, I don't need to lie to you. Although your style is a bit... different, you have the intuition to see through the hearts of others, and you have outstanding talent. You do have the talent to become a generation of Danqing masters!"
"I knew it, I knew it... I knew Senior Chen could understand me!" Lin Jie choked up with excitement, "Over the years, I have drawn countless portraits of people, only you, Senior Chen... only you, Senior Chen, understand me!"
Chen Hao looked at Lin Jie, and felt that this kid had been out in the field all these years, and he must have been beaten many times!
"Don't mention it again, I don't need to understand you, I'm just talking about it!"
"I understand, I understand, as long as I understand!"
Lin Jie was excited, and handed the brush to Qingyan: "Senior Chen, can you inscribe a few words on it?"
"No!" Qingyan waved her hand, as if chasing away flies.
She was indeed a little impatient.
"I'm taking the liberty!" Lin Jie was a little disappointed, but he still coaxed the painting dry, carefully rolled up the painting, and respectfully held the painting to Qingyan with both hands: "This painting is my heart. Senior accepts it!"
"No, take it away!"
Qingyan didn't like the ghost image on the scroll at all.
Moreover, she didn't want to have anything to do with Lin Jie.
"From then on, when I improve my drawing skills, I will definitely..." Lin Jie was suddenly speechless at this point.
He looked at Qingyan in a daze, and fell silent again.
He looked around, lowered his voice and asked, "Senior Chen, is that walking corpse in Dai Ye's hand someone you like?"
Glaring lightly, Lin Jie swept away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, holding the scroll and long sword, jumped out of the window and fled like the wind!
"Stop, you haven't paid yet!" Seeing the situation, the waiter in the restaurant rushed to the window and shouted loudly.
But how could he call Lin Jie back.
The waiter in the restaurant turned his head and looked at Qingyan: "Guest, look..."
Qingyan glanced at his wrinkled face like a bitter melon, and said indifferently: "I'll pay for his money!"
"Thank you, guest! Thank you, guest!"
The waiter in the restaurant hurriedly said gratefully.
Qingyan has a lot of money on her body, and she probably won't be able to use it up in her lifetime.
October 30th was a cloudy day with no sun and occasional cool winds.
The leaves of the vegetation began to wither and turn yellow, and at the foot of the Yinshan School, there was a scene of decay and desolation.
Countless martial artists gathered at the foot of the Yin Corpse Sect mountain. At the foot of the Yin Corpse Sect, there stood a platform surrounded by tables and chairs. On the chairs were all warriors from sects with good cultivation. Only a quarter of them The slot is still vacant.
And on the periphery of the tables and chairs, those warriors who have no strength and status are onlookers.
Only those forces or fighters who have received the invitation letter from the Nether Corpse Sect can have their own position, and the others can only stand.
The weather was still early, Chen Ruoyan hadn't arrived, and the members of the Yin Corpse Sect hadn't come to the stage either, and the familiar warriors below began to chat and greet each other.
"Old Liu, I didn't expect your Liu family to let you come to the Yin Corpse Sect this time?"
"No way, I'm a bad old man, even if I can't go back, the family won't lose anything... Aren't you the same as me?"
"You're joking. I came here just out of curiosity. The members of the Yin Corpse Sect said that those who slaughtered the Tian family and the Yun family's corpse-controlling warriors were evil, and they were all secretly sent by Liang Shuyuan to blame the Yin Corpse Sect. I just wanted to come and see Look, what's going on here!"
"Hehe! Do you think I will believe your nonsense? But the address of the Infernal Corpse is well chosen. If we are allowed to enter the Infernal Corpse, I am really worried that I will be able to go back!"
"It can be seen that the Infernal Corpse faction still has some sincerity!"
"Hmph! Sincerity? If it wasn't for the Infernal Sect who also suffered heavy losses in that battle, what kind of sincerity do you think they would show? They... are also worried!"
"What are you worried about? Even if they have suffered heavy losses, there are still those who are strong in the realm? Our aristocratic families and sects can't help them at all?"
"Hey, don't think of us too lowly. When West Qin, East Qin, and Wu Guo in the middle region divide up Liang Pingguo, they are also afraid that we will encourage those countries to deal with them. ! Now is their weak time!"
"That's really the truth!"
(end of this chapter)