The Destiny Sisters?

"What do you mean?" I looked at Su Yao with a suspicious face: "The three sisters of fate in the Bardo Demon Tower? Do they care about Li Zhiwen's life or death? ”

Su Yao's face was a little wrong, she looked like she wanted to say something, and hesitated for a while before saying to me: "Brother Zhu, you have a lack of tendons in your brain, there are some things, tell you in advance, you won't believe it, let alone understand, in short, you remember a sentence......

"Soon, you'll be heading to the bardo, where you'll be faced with a terrible choice...... And this choice will change the fate of all of us. ”

What a mess? Am I full? What are you doing in the netherworld?

Do all the things in Cambrian have anything to do with me?

I smiled at Su Yao: "Brother and sister, take care." With that, I turned around and got into the car and walked away.

In the rearview mirror, Su Yao, who was standing outside the courtyard, her face was whiter than paper, and as the off-road vehicle moved away, she disappeared into the haze little by little, but I don't know why, she looked at me with deep sadness just now?

She was trying to warn me that I was about to ...... Something wrong?

Moreover, what should I understand what Su Yao said to me?

I, Zhu Feiyue, will face a terrible choice?

……

Love!

When I got home, I locked myself in the dark studio and placed a candle on the floor, and the dim candle flame distorted my figure.

After taking a deep breath and calming my thoughts, I began to pick up my pen and paint.

After the Dao Xing reached the Shura realm, ordinary pigments no longer had much meaning for soul painters, and I used "dead people's pigments." ”

There is nothing mysterious about this thing, to put it bluntly, it is to use the soul of the deceased to act as a paint, for the soul painter, this operation is not unusual, in fact, the higher the path of the deceased, the better the quality of the painting will be rendered.

I can't ask too much for this, even the most ordinary dead souls are excellent pigments.

From collecting souls to making paints, I am already a master, but in the profession of soul painter, there are not many things that can be learned, lines, space, materials, colors and light and shadow, aura, and forms of expression of emotions...... Except for these basic things, there is nothing more, and the success of a soul painter is more of the bloom of his own talent.

I don't have much paint left for my soul.

I picked up a small transparent glass bottle and shook the blood-red thick liquid inside, in the hands of the soul painter, the form of the necromantic can be ever-changing, solid, liquid, gaseous and even completely transparent. I prefer liquefied necromancers to dull powdered necromancers, whose colors are so brilliant and changeable, and there is a hint of pink orange in the blood in the bottle, like a rainbow, constantly falling and sublimating.

Sinister Peak once said that death itself is the most beautiful color in the universe, and I used to think that this sentence was too dark, but after truly experiencing sadness, I finally knew how to appreciate this beauty.

But the only paint I have left now is this bottle, which was made by the Necromantic Spirits of the same companions from the Sinister Peak after we went to Qinghai last time.

I'm in dire need of a dead soul.

That's why I'm not averse to the end times, and I'm even looking forward to hearing the sound of the death knell.

I am very angry, but I am not the kind of pervert who kills people randomly, and in the peaceful and prosperous times, there are not many opportunities left for me, so I believe that the collapse of order and the annihilation of human nature caused by the coming of the end of the world can bring me better creative space.

At that point, those lowly idiots will line up and come to my door to kill me.

In the dark studio, I used the last bottle of necromantic paint to paint an imaginary scene of the end times: the blood-colored sky, the sun has disappeared, a bloody killing feast is being staged on the dilapidated streets, and men and women who are out foraging for food are being wantonly driven and slaughtered by armed thugs armed with guns.

Mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, purgatory on earth.

And in a secluded corner of the street stood a little girl dressed in red, who was probably ten years old at most, so small that even the thugs would not notice her.

The little girl held a red balloon in her hand, her face was stained with blood, and her eyes were dull and numb.

She was so numb that even the fear in her eyes disappeared, and she stood motionless, looking at the thugs and the crying crowd in the distance.

In the distance, the walking dead of all shapes and shapes are lurking in the shadows, ready to move, and a birch tree in the green belt is hung with people who can't stand the hunger and kill themselves......

I named this painting "Spring Blossoms"

This kind of improvisational painting has no value in itself, it is just a tool that I use to practice my brushwork.

The inspiration for "Spring Blossoms" comes from the No. 1 work "Destruction" by the sinister peak

During my time in Lop Nur, my master created four pairs of works for me.

They are "Destruction", "Grave", "Spirit and Flesh" and "Hell Changes"

Except for the last Hell Change, the first three works, I studied for a long time, as for the Hell Change, the Sinister Peak warned me that it must not be opened until the moment of death.

The No. 1 work "Destruction" corresponds to my Asura Road, and its painting style is far more gloomy than "Spring Blossoms", which is also the theme of the end times, but the insidious peak paints a deeper charm.

In work No. 1, there is not a trace of blood in sight, not even a shadow of a living thing, it is the ruins of a city, the empty road, the nameless tombstones stand abruptly, and the buildings are covered with turquoise vines, which can be seen that this is at least a hundred years after the end of the world.

A light fell from the dark clouds and shone on the dusty pavement, symbolizing the belated weeping of God.

Whoever I rely on, I can't be relied on, I want to go to Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi in person, at all costs, to get the three flavors of real fire, and before leaving, I need time to improve the Tao.

I don't believe that I, the Asura Quadruple Heaven, have any chance of winning in front of those bull-nosed heavenly masters.

Get stronger! When I am strong, Li Zhiwen has hope of resurrection!

I slowly closed my eyes, and my spirit melted into Work No. 1, feeling the breath of destruction after the end of the world with my soul.

Yin Xianfeng is right, the soul painter is destined to be sad, the great art itself often symbolizes the sadness in the painter's soul, after contact with the underworld, hell, this sadness will be infinitely magnified.

I now finally understand that in the previous life of the Sinister Peak, he would go to that path of destruction.

He had experienced so much grief that it had caused his soul, corrupted by death and blood, to be completely distorted, and his heart was left with nothing but the most primitive desire for destruction.

The insidious peak of that era was not a yin thing, but it was a hundred billion times more terrible than a yin thing.

But this destructive nature also precisely created the immortality of the insidious peak.

Each of his paintings is a complete world with a soul, and when I walked in the abandoned city for a hundred years, stared at the dark shops on the side of the road, and smelled the strong smell of dust and decay in my nose, at that moment, I suddenly understood the huge gap between myself and the insidious peak.

Master's theme through Work No. 1 is that he wants me not to follow his old path.

The road to destruction that is destined to be a tragedy.

It was very quiet, and after walking along the streets for a long time, I could be sure that the city itself was a huge corpse.