Zhang Hao's mother was crying, and nodded to me and said that this morning she was going to work in the field after eating breakfast as usual, but when she knocked on Zhang Hao's door, there was no response, so she opened the door and found Zhang Hao lying on the bed.

At that time, she thought that Zhang Hao was just sleeping too dead, who knew that there was no response when she screamed, and there was no reaction when she pushed it in the past, and then she noticed that something was wrong and put her hand to Zhang Hao's nostrils, but after a look, she found out that Zhang Hao was out of breath.

The more Zhang Hao's mother cried, the more sad she became, and the more I listened, the more frightened I became, Zhang Hao was fine last night, how could he sleep to death?

Wrong.

I think Zhang Hao's death is definitely not simple, so I am not in the mood to wash, I asked Zhang Hao's mother to wait for a while, I went back to the backyard, it happened that Xiao Ran had woken up, and was groping out of the room by herself, I asked her to sleep for a while, I was in a bit of a hurry to go out.

Xiao Ran responded obediently, then closed the door and went back to sleep.

I brought all the necessary items such as drawing boards, brushes, paper, paints, etc., and then accompanied Zhang Hao's mother to their house.

Arrived at Zhang Hao's house five or six minutes later, at this time Zhang Hao's family had already gathered a lot of people, even the village chief of Huazhi Village, the directors, and the officials came anyway, and the people who followed Zhang Hao on weekdays basically arrived, only Li Li, a few Da Niu did not come, so early, they should still be sleeping, otherwise with their relationship with Zhang Hao, if they knew that Zhang Hao was dead, they would have rushed here a long time ago.

Everyone kept talking about the cause of Zhang Hao's death.

Some people say that Zhang Hao died in a dream.

Some people say that Zhang Hao has done too much for his lack of virtue, which is retribution.

In short, even if the person is dead now, no one has come forward to say a good word for Zhang Hao, which shows that Zhang Hao is already notorious whether it is in his village or in a neighboring village.

Zhang Hao's mother took me to Zhang Hao's room, Zhang Hao's father and sister were all there, looking at the great grief on their faces, I felt very uncomfortable, I didn't know what to say to comfort them, I could only say a word of condolences.

"Woooooo Brother..."

Zhang Hao's sister suddenly cried, she cried, Zhang Hao's mother also cried, although Zhang Hao's father did not cry, but left silent tears, it can be seen that Zhang Hao's death for them is undoubtedly a huge blow like a thunderbolt from the sky.

Besides, I don't plan to paint an ordinary portrait this time, I want to 'paint the soul' for Zhang Hao, so I can't let others disturb me, after all, this is my first time painting a soul, and I need absolute concentration.

About ten minutes later, Zhang Hao's father saw that I hadn't moved, so he asked me, "Master Xiaotian, why haven't you started yet?" ”

"Uncle, I need a quiet environment to calm down and paint." I explained.

"Okay, then let's go out first."

Zhang Hao's father held Zhang Hao's mother with one hand, and led Zhang Hao's sister out of Zhang Hao's room with the other.

One is me, and the other is Zhang Hao, who is lying on the bed and has lost his breath.

I walked to the bedside and saw Zhang Hao, who had commanded everyone to dig up the grave and steal the body last night, lying on the bed very quietly at this time, without the slightest pain on his face, in other words, he died peacefully.

Because I am a person with great curiosity, I secretly checked his body, and there were no fatal wounds, that is, Zhang Hao did not die of external injuries.

I even kind of agree with what someone said before.

Zhang Hao died in a dream.

"How you died, I can't check or guess, it's better for you to tell me yourself, of course, you'd better bless me with success, otherwise I don't know what the consequences will be."

With that, I set up the drawing board, put away the paper, and poured out some of the paint I had used to use, and then, according to the request of the painting spirit, I bit off my fingers and added blood to the paint.

Seriously, my hands and feet have been injured in the past few days, I don't know how much blood has been shed, and now I have a lot of blood dripping, and I feel that my blood is completely insufficient if it continues like this, so I decided that I will make up for it after this incident has passed.

Immediately, I pushed some of the nonsense out of my mind, and now, everything was ready to start my first soul drawing.

In fact, as with the previous portraits, I first drew the outline of Zhang Hao's face, and there was a hint of red light in the black paint, and I knew why there was a faint red light flashing, because the paint contained my blood.

If it's usual, I draw a portrait and be careful, and it can be done in about an hour, and if it's casual, it can be done in about half an hour.

But this time, after the facial contour was drawn, the speed was more than ten times slower, because I don't know why, I had only just finished drawing a third of the way, and I suddenly felt so tired, not the tiredness of the whole body after the strength was exhausted, but mental fatigue, and a feeling of dizziness came from my head.

In addition, I don't just have to paint as I normally do, I also have to use my heart for two things, because in the process of painting, I also have to recite the 'Soul Drawing Determination Method' in my heart.

The most important thing is that the Soul Painting Determination Method is difficult to pronounce, and I almost mispronounced it several times.

Fortunately, I got it right in the end.

Suddenly, the brush in my hand almost fell off.

At the same time, the 'Soul Painting Determination Method' that I was meditating on was almost interrupted because of this.

I don't know what the consequences of a sudden interruption in the middle of a painting will be, but I'm a little uncertain that it's definitely best not to interrupt.

After a little calm, I continued to paint with a paintbrush in my hand, and my impression of Zhang Hao was that I could draw it even if I didn't have to look at it, so I wasn't worried about whether I could finish painting my soul for the first time in such a tired mental state.

The further down I painted, the more tired I became, and I swore that I had never been so tired that I even thought of giving up.

But.

I'm not willing to admit defeat easily, even if it's almost gone, I'm still holding on, and after a while, Zhang Hao's facial features are almost finished.

At this point, I felt like I was going to faint at any moment.

I don't dare to be distracted to wonder why this is happening, there is no mention in the soul painting duel that it will consume the soul painter's energy so much.

If I had known earlier, I would have been able to adjust my mental state to the best before painting.

Unfortunately, no one told me in advance, and I had already started to draw souls, so I had to use my willpower to overcome my mental fatigue.

In the end, I don't know how I managed to make it, anyway, when I finished painting the soul, I just felt a sharp pain in my head, and then my eyes went black, and then I lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes and woke up, I saw a man standing in front of me.

The man's eyes flashed with yellow flames.

I'll take a look.

This person turned out to be Zhang Hao, who had already died of breath.

I'm sure I'm not mistaken, the person standing in front of me is definitely Zhang Hao, but his eyes were replaced by a small yellow flame, which looked very weird, and I even subconsciously pinched my face, because I was worried that it was a dream.

However, the real pain gave me the answer.

This is not a dream.

Zhang Hao just looked at me like that, and I kept looking at him.

Long.

The yellow flame in Zhang Hao's eyes suddenly jumped a few times, and then asked me very suspiciously: "For... Why do I feel a slight connection with you? Also, I'm dead, why can you feel me and see me at the same time? ”

Hearing this, my heart was full of shock, the master didn't lie to me, he is really a soul painter, and that soul painting book is really useful.

But the shock is shock, I still have a very important thing to do, because the soul painter wants to make the ghosts he raises completely loyal to him, in addition to painting the soul to increase his closeness to the ghost, he also has to sign the 'soul contract' in the soul painting duel with the ghost, if he does not sign the soul contract, the soul painter cannot fully control the ghost after the soul painting is successful.

So I didn't answer Zhang Hao's question for the first time, but secretly bit the tip of my tongue, in order not to let Zhang Hao notice that there was a sharp pain on the tip of my tongue, I forcibly endured it, and my face did not show the slightest strange look at all.

Meanwhile.

Zhang Hao suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the 'soul painting' on the drawing board, the yellow flame in his eyes jumped sharply, and he only heard him say, "Give it to me." ”

I shook my head.

As mentioned at the beginning of the soul painting, after the soul painting is completed, the portrait will no longer be an ordinary portrait, but will become a special 'soul painting', which is the source of the power of the person who is being painted the soul.

The portrait of Huang Kun and his wife was the best proof that the master asked me to burn before.

In other words, as long as I burn Zhang Hao's 'soul painting', Zhang Hao will completely disappear from this world.

I finally used my willpower to persevere and complete Zhang Hao's 'soul painting', and now I haven't signed a 'soul contract' with Zhang Hao, of course I can't give the soul painting to Zhang Hao, because once the soul painting falls into Zhang Hao's hands, I will never have the opportunity to sign a soul contract with Zhang Hao's ghost again.

"Give it to me."

Zhang Hao's voice suddenly became cold, and then, with a wave of his hand, he saw a yellow mist coming towards me.

I wanted to hide, but the yellow mist came too fast, I couldn't dodge at all, in an instant, the yellow mist invaded my body, and then, I fell to the ground, at this time I had a mouthful of blood in my mouth, that is the 'essence blood' in my body, as long as I can spray the essence blood in my mouth on Zhang Hao's 'soul painting', and then silently recite the special mantra of the soul contract, then, I and Zhang Hao's soul contract can be successfully signed.

Unfortunately, when I tried to stand up, I suddenly found that my limbs were uncontrollable.

I can't get up.

At this time, my intestines were all repentant, and I only blamed my inexperience for giving Zhang Hao a chance to make a move.

"Chen Tian, I know that you have made me more powerful, I admit that I really underestimated you when I was alive, but don't expect to be able to control me, I Zhang Hao can't be manipulated by others in life or death."

Hearing Zhang Hao's words, my heart was half cold, I didn't expect Zhang Hao to perceive my intentions so quickly, seeing that he was about to take away the soul painting, I secretly said that it was over.