Chapter 657

They can't believe their eyes.

Finally, someone spoke.

"No, it's a painting? It's all ghost symbols, isn't it?"

"Girl, come and have a look. The picture they painted you is like a ghost... Hahaha!" The man couldn't help laughing. "He's insulting you!"

"This is the ghost!"

"It's bloody red. It looks so scary!"

"Me too. I'm a little flustered."

Don't turn your head when you talk, as if the thing in the picture is terrible!

"It's really scary"

“……”

Qingyan swallowed the rice in his mouth and put the bowl on the table. Only then did he raise his head and 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.

Claimed to be a figure painting for light face painting!

The painting is completely blood red, and the background is almost blood red, like blood red dots, blood red world, and blood red lake

In the painting, a figure is clearly visible.

Of course, the tone said it was a human figure, not a ghost.

The ghost is ferocious. It has only one face, two transparent eyes with holes, and an exaggerated mouth full of sharp teeth. That mouth... Almost divides the ferocious ghost face into two halves!

Chen Hao remembered the ghost.

When Qingyan broke through the magical realm, this ferocious ghost appeared on her!

He suddenly stared at Lin Jie, who had recovered his decadent look, and wanted to know how he saw this Lin Jie!

Light Yan stared at the familiar bloody ghost, feeling that the holes were the same, and the suspected transparent eyes suddenly narrowed, turning into a strange smile, narrowed into two lines.

The ferocious mouth grinds its teeth, as if chewing something.

Then, Qingyan was suddenly surprised, woke up from that illusion, and then hurriedly pressed away the killing magic power that was ready to move in his body!

Chen Hao reminded, "Qingyan, do you remember the ghost I told you when you broke through the magical realm last time? It's exactly the same as this one!"

"How's it going? Master Chen, is my painting OK?"

Lin Jie looked at Qingyan with anxiety and expectation in his eyes, which was a look of hope for recognition.

Qingyan took a serious look at Lin Jie, as if to see through him.

However, she can still see that Lin Jie is not having ulterior motives or satirizing her.

"Your skill is still immature, but you already have everyone's style, but draw a figure painting like this. No wonder you need to force others to buy paintings with a sword... I think you often use that sword to protect yourself?"

"Yes, he just owes a beating!" Someone at the next table interrupted, "if he paints me like this, I'll beat him!"

"Hahaha... Girl, we support you to beat him!"

"If he dares to fight back, we will help you!"

"Right, right, right, hit him! Hit him hard!"

The drinkers at the next table are starting to cajole.

Lin Jie took another sip of wine, disappointed and lonely.

Qingyan then said, "although the painting is ugly, I have to say that you draw very much like it and it is very vivid!"

"Really?"

Lin Jie Meng got up from the chair and asked in surprise.

"Really, I don't need to lie to you. Although your style is somewhat... Alternative, you have the intuition to see through others' hearts, and you have outstanding talent. You really have the talent to become a generation of elites!"

"I knew, I knew... I knew master Chen could understand me!" Lin Jie choked excitedly, "for so many years, I have painted countless portraits of people, only master Chen... Only master Chen, you know me!"

Looking at Lin Jie, Chen Hao felt that the child had been wandering around these years and should have been beaten many times!

"Don't mention it again, I don't need to understand you, I'm just talking about things!"

"I understand, I understand, as long as I understand!"

Lin Jie was excited and handed the brush to Qingyan: "elder Chen, can you write a few words on it?"

"No!" Light Yan waved his hand, like catching flies.

She is indeed a little impatient.

"I took the liberty!" Lin Jie was a little disappointed, but he coaxed the painting dry, carefully rolled it up, and respectfully held the painting with both hands to Qingyan: "this painting is my intention, please accept it, elder Chen!"

"No, take it away!"

Qingyan didn't like the ghost on the scroll at all.

Moreover, she doesn't want to have anything to do with Lin Jie.

"After that, when I improve my painting skills, I will......" at this point, Lin Jie suddenly couldn't speak.

He looked at Qingyan in a daze, and was silent again.

He looked around, lowered his voice and asked, "elder Chen, is that walking corpse in Dai Ye's hand someone you like?"

With a fierce glare, Lin Jie directly swept away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, holding the scroll, holding the long sword, jumped out of the window and ran away, like the wind!

"Stop, you haven't paid yet!" Looking at this situation, the waiter of the restaurant rushed to the window and shouted.

But how could he call Lin Jie back.

The waiter of the restaurant turned his head and looked at Qingyan: "guest, look..."

Qingyan glanced at his wrinkled face like a bitter gourd and said carelessly, "I'll pay for his money!"

"Thank you, guest! Thank you, guest!"

The waiter in the restaurant was busy and grateful.

Qingyan has a lot of money, and it is estimated that she will not be able to use up in this life.

It was cloudy on October 30. There was no sun, and there was a cool wind occasionally.

The leaves of plants and trees began to wither and yellow, and at the foot of Yinshan sect, 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 mountain, there stood a platform surrounded by tables and chairs. On the chair sat many martial artists of the clan family with good cultivation, and only a quarter of the seats were empty.

On the periphery of the tables and chairs, there were those martial artists who had no strength and status.

Only those who receive the invitation letter from the Yin corpse sect can have their own position. Others can only stand.

It was still early, Chen Ruoyan didn't arrive, and the people of the Yin corpse sect didn't come on stage. Those familiar martial artists below began to talk and exchange greetings.

"Lao Liu, I didn't expect you to 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 kidding. I just came here out of curiosity. The people of the Yin corpse sect said that the corpse control martial arts that slaughtered the Tian family and the Yun family were all sent by Liang Shuyuan secretly to frame the Yin corpse sect. I just want to see what's going on!"

"Hehe! Do you think I'll believe your nonsense? But the address of the Yin corpse sect is well chosen. If we are allowed to enter the Yin corpse sect, I'm really a little worried about whether I can go back!"

"It can be seen that the Yin corpse sect is still sincere!"

"Hum! Sincerity? If it weren't for the Yin corpse sect who also suffered heavy losses in that war, what sincerity do you think they would show? They... Are also worried!"

"What are you worried about? Even if people suffer heavy losses, there are still strong people in the field? Our aristocratic families and clans can't help people at all?"

"Hey hey, don't look down on us too lowly. When the Western Qin Dynasty, the eastern Qin Dynasty and the Wu state in the central region carve up the Liangping state, their Yin corpse sect is also afraid of us encouraging those countries to deal with them! Now is the time for them to be weak!"

"That's really the truth!"