I stared at my body in astonishment and was silent for a long time.

The location we are in now, opposite the inpatient building, in a separate building, here is a bit like a VIP ward, domestic hospitals, most of them have this kind of area, used to receive foreigners, leaders, bosses and so on.

Dr. Xu's office is in the VIP area, and she was temporarily transferred from Harbin Medical University to take care of me, not under the control of Dean Wang, let alone contact those dangerous patients.

The corridor was quiet, and most of the wards were empty during the Chinese New Year, and the environment was a hundred times stronger than the inpatient building I was in before.

It is said that there are a few bosses who come to live every day for a month or two, but in fact, there is nothing wrong, just to hook up with the female nurses in the VIP area, or those little girls who suffer from depression.

I looked at the female nurses at the front desk, and there were a few of them who were not bad, but compared with Dr. Xu, these crooked melons and cracked dates were far worse than their old noses.

Back in the single room, I sat on the edge of the bed and smoked, staring at the scar on the back of my hand, there was one thing that I had been wondering, that night, the hunchbacked guy had a monster in his body, and the fangs should have been poisonous, could it be that those venoms were also absorbed by my strong body?

Also, what are these arcs? Why do they remain in my body all the time, not decaying in the slightest, but gathering more and more violently?

Zhu Feiyue said that I became an electric person, and said that sometimes, my pupils would have arcs.

He didn't even dare to reach out and grab me, and when he grabbed it, he touched the electricity.

I thought, the strength of my physical body, on the one hand, is related to the death fight and tempering in the danger zone, and more importantly, it depends on the arc in the body.

But electricity is only an external force after all, and during this time, through the stimulation of electric currents three times a day, I faintly felt that something in the depths of my soul began to be awakened.

I can't tell what that thing is.

But no matter what, the physical body has been tempered to such an extent, the joy in my heart is indescribable, since childhood, since my youth, I have always longed for great strength to protect my sister, in countless fights with hooligans, I have won and lost, often beaten by people with a blue nose and swollen face, at night, I will hide alone in the bed and cry, hating myself for not fighting.

Sometimes, my sister and brother would hug each other and cry bitterly, and those unbearable years were like a moldy page.

I was like, why? Why are there so many bad people in this world? Those stumbling-looking old things, why do they always covet my sister's body?

If it weren't for the poverty of my family, I would have signed up for a martial arts school a long time ago.

After a series of horrific events, I tasted the fear of death again and again, and finally, on this day, fate rewarded me.

Today, I finally touched the edge of power, I believe that with a physical body of this strength, killing people is as simple as pinching an ant to death, just slap it over, and the other party's cheekbones can be collapsed by me!

Sister, I've grown up, and I'm no longer the weak, cowardly, and anyone can bully a junior high school student.

I have enough power to protect you, and those bad people who dare to come near you, or even dare to look at you more, I will let them die without a place to bury.

But sister, you left me and went to another world.

I threw away the cigarette butt, wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and sat cross-legged on the bed, Zhu Feiyue got a wooden board out of nowhere, on which a thick pile of white paper was stuck with an iron clip, this thing became his drawing board, Zhu Feiyue sat opposite me, holding a pencil, and began to paint according to my appearance.

I slowly closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, and the irritable arcs in my body began to gradually subside, like silent seawater, precipitating.

After waiting for a while, I squeezed my palm fiercely! Just heard a bang, the fist was shrouded in a light blue arc, the sea water in the body was instantly awakened, and in the depths of the soul, there was a tsunami-like crazy shout!

Although the thunder and lightning in my body are far from being compared to Zhang San's crazy thunder tribulation, I am also content, staring at the tyrannical arc on the fist, I believe that this punch can smash a small hole in the cement wall!

The arc can also be attached to the razor, greatly increasing the power of the blade, and can even cause damage to the Shade! Now I'm facing a terrible ghost, maybe I'm qualified to fight!

After trying it a few times, I can be sure that I can control this power at will, and the arc in my body can not only converge like seawater, but also erupt violently like a volcano, and when I am proficient in using it, I will enjoy the benefits of the arc more freely.

The only pity is that my control of razor skills, may not even be a beginner, the basic skills learned as a child, is for guests to shave their heads, although the knife is fast, accurate, but after all, it is just ordinary handicraft work, forcibly used in actual combat, the effect is very poor.

When I broke through the Netherworld, I witnessed my father in the ancient Taoist temple, performing the picture of the thirteen cuts of the Yin Tomb, but that clip was too vague, and it was only about ten seconds before and after.

In the bloody battle between the morgues, although I killed seven people in a row, I was fatally injured and finally fell in a pool of blood, which also shows the lack of knife skills.

It's full of flaws.

After all, now I am not a cultivator, and I haven't even stepped into the threshold, just like a blind man touching an elephant, groping in the dark, and perceiving the world with imagination.

I need a light to light my head.

I have thought about the next road, and when I get out of the madhouse, I must immediately find the forbidden art called corpse scissors, and begin to systematically train the shaver for the inheritance.

When you have enough strength, go to the netherworld to break through, rescue my sister back to the world, and when my sister is settled, I will find out the mysterious organization hidden in Xiangxi and avenge my father's blood revenge!

I, Li Zhiwen, swear here today that I will use my life to protect everyone around me and the people I love deeply, and I will never allow the tragic picture of the previous deserted village to be staged again.

"It's done, don't you see if I painted it."

Zhu Feiyue handed me the sketchpad, and I stared at it and gasped.

On the drawing board, a young man in his early 20s sat cross-legged on the bed, behind the young man, shrouded in an eerie black air, and his skin was shrouded in tyrannical arcs.

Zhu Feiyue's painting skills are extremely high, and I was vividly painted by him, no wonder the sinister peaks all said that he has the talent to practice soul painting.

The style of painting is realistic, the details are depicted in place, and when I swore just now, the hideousness and distortion on my face have been 100% restored.

"From this day forward, you! King of Thunder and Lightning, Li Yongxin, you are the brightest star in the sky and the most beautiful boy in the madhouse. Zhu Feiyue sneered at me.

I looked at him angrily: "How are you practicing soul painting?" ”

Zhu Feiyue snatched the drawing board from my hand, and the muscles on his face trembled: "Painting is one thing, actual combat is the other hand, the real soul painter, the brush blade contains an earth-shattering aura, sketching with a hand, lightning and thunder, outlining the mountains and rivers, cultivating to that realm, is called a real soul painter." ”

"My main problem is that the painting is too slow, you look at this sketch of the Thunder and Lightning King, I painted it for a full five minutes, it is considered to be good, in actual combat, one breath determines life and death, who gave you these five minutes?"

I frowned and nodded, "That's the truth." ”

The pencil rotated in Zhu Feiyue's hand: "Therefore, the biggest difficulty for me is sketching, if I can reduce these five minutes to ten seconds, the effect will be different." ”

Me: "It's impossible for a normal painter to do that." ”

Zhu Feiyue: "It can be done, there is a profession called a sketcher, according to the victim's verbal description, the sketcher can sketch the general appearance of the criminal in a few seconds. ”

I wondered, "How do you know this?" ”

Zhu Feiyue scratched his head and smirked: "What Dr. Xu told me, people learn criminal psychology, you have been in a coma for a few days, she has given me psychological counseling, but Dr. Xu said that this kind of sketcher is not available in China, and people only work in the FBI." ”

"Sketchers are also human beings, and if people can draw so quickly, I must be able to do it, and I will draw faster and better than sketchers."

I touched my chin and pondered, "Before you fight an enemy, you can draw his appearance first......"

Zhu Feiyue patted his thigh: "Then on the basis of the original painting, change it slightly, let him break his arm and leg or something, this is a good idea!" ”

I said, "Even, you can directly draw the enemy to death like the Sinister Peak!" When the old underworld was in a battle, the sinister peak was alone, facing thousands of troops and horses, without any chaos, talking and laughing, outlining more than a dozen huge corpse mountains, the opponent's military horses were killed and injured in an instant, and the battlefield became a sea of corpses and blood. ”

Zhu Feiyue blinked and thought for a while: "That's definitely not good, back then, my master was at the peak of Taoism, and people had this realm, how old am I?" Soul painting is just getting started, let alone drawing the enemy to death, making the other party break their arms and legs, I'm afraid I can't do it. ”

Unlike me, Zhu Feiyue has already begun to cultivate the aura, in the painting world, there are strong yin qi, death qi, bloody qi and other negative aura, Zhu Feiyue does not refuse, and accepts all the orders, the master and apprentice are locked up in the extermination prison, giving those yin all kinds of inhumane torture, the severe pain from the soul, further stabilizing, tempering his yin veins, and the speed of aura absorption is getting faster and faster.

He was born to be a painter, and his previous miserable career as a cook really delayed him, and he has already practiced the basic skills of painting, and what is urgently needed now is proficiency.

There are thousands of students in the Academy of Fine Arts, some of whom have studied for five or eight years, but have never been able to draw decent works, and some of them have no teachers and come with their hands, and the freshmen who have just entered the academy have been auctioned off at a high price in the gallery, which is the gap in talent.

Creative talent cannot be compensated for by hard work.

But according to the law of yin and yang in the universe, there is good, there is bad, in the world of painting, Zhu Feiyue only said all kinds of benefits, but did not mention the disadvantages, I am always worried that those negative aura will have some kind of permanent impact on him.