One thing is for sure, the painter who killed the hotel waiter and escaped could not have looked like this.

This appearance can be scared to death when going out at night, and don't expect to be a painter when you look like this, because no one wants to sit in front of him and be his model.

Painters belong to artists, and artists still have minimum requirements for appearance. I don't ask you to be heroic and cool in the wind, and you don't have to have clear eyebrows and good facial features, but at least ...... Look like a person.

It's okay to look like a skinned skeleton like this guy and be a circus clown or a charlatan, but it's impossible to be a decent artist.

Moreover, if he really looked like this, it was impossible not to mention it in the mission information. When the pandas went out of the city, when they confirmed the whereabouts of this guy to the guards, it was impossible for the guards to just say "thin and tall in red" and not "look like a ghost".

In other words, this guy must have been like this recently, that is, on the way to escape, or even when he was just fighting.

Panda's eyes narrowed, he had seen similar situations in the game, and there were many of them. When the undead scourge version is opened in the future, there will be many such monsters in the world. They were originally human, but they were controlled by the magic weapon of necromancy and transformed into something half-human, half-dead.

These artifacts are equivalent to a weakened version of the Skull Ring, and do not allow the wielder to advance to the rank of Necromancer, but only to turn the person into a necromancer. When the original version of the undead scourge was used, he didn't know how many such monsters he had killed.

It's just that...... Now that even the Western Continent War version has just begun, how did you jump out of the undead Scourge version of the monster?

He thought about it, but he couldn't think of a reason, and asked his fellow guild mates, but they didn't know what was going on, so they could only write down this doubt and find the answer in the future.

While the panda was thinking, Erwin and the others had already caught the murderer. This guy has the ability, but in fact he is a coward, and when two fingers were blown off by Wren's spell, it was as if he had been pulled out of the bones, and he lost all his courage, and he trembled and let them tie him up, and he didn't dare to resist at all.

When they tied him up, Erwin and the others found that the guy looked scrawny, but in fact he was quite strong—or rather sturdy. Rolling all the way down the hill, I don't know how many times he hit the sharp stones, and if he were an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago, but there were no obvious injuries on his body.

This kind of defensive power, not to mention ordinary people, even Erwin, a little master who has initially mastered the fighting spirit, is beyond the reach of the dust.

Elwin, of course, was curious, and after tying him up, he couldn't help but ask.

As a result, the murderer, who had been a painter, suddenly became agitated and shouted, shouting things such as "you are jealous of my talent", "this filthy world", "art is dead", and I don't know how much resentment he wants to vent.

The panda was awakened from his thoughts by his noise, looked at him with a very indignant look, and asked, "Do you have a grievance?"

"Of course!"

"Oh, where is the grievance?"

"They all look down on me!" said the painter angrily, "I have taken my painting seriously, but I have been belittled to no value; I have spent half a month of hard work, and I have spent almost a gold coin on the material costs, and the landscape paintings that I have drawn with great difficulty have been said by those who are illiterate! What do they know! I have picked up the essence of the scenery and displayed it with bright and rich colors.

"And then?" asked Panda.

"I couldn't sell my paintings, so I had to borrow money to buy materials and paint again. This time I drew a person and a corpse to show the transience of life. And then those bastards actually said, "If they only need half of this painting?"

"It didn't sell?" Wren asked.

"Of course I can't sell, so I borrowed money and painted for the third time. This time, because of the small amount of money borrowed and the accommodation fee owed, the innkeeper even instigated the waiters to disturb me every once in a while! They dared to disturb my creation!" Although he was as thin as a skeleton, the anger on the painter's face could really be seen only in the skin and bones, "They only provided me with one meal a day under the pretext that I did not pay for the accommodation, and that's it, and they even interrupted my inspiration again and again, once, twice, three times...... They're killing me!"

Erwin couldn't help but nodded: "You are indeed a little miserable." ”

"Yes, it's hateful! it's hateful!" roared the painter, "but it's a pity that I only had time to kill the troublemaker, but I couldn't kill the black-hearted boss too!

He kept roaring, and black gas kept coming out of his body, which was really ghostly. Although it was broad daylight, it made people feel eerie and cold, not to mention Wren and Reyana, even Erwin, who was not afraid of the sky and the earth, couldn't help but shudder.

Just then, the panda interrupted the painter's roar.

"I'm just asking one question. He said, "How much did you borrow from the innkeeper?"

"Twenty gold coins, not a small penny for a tooth!" replied the painter.

Panda smiled and asked, "Then how much rent do you owe?"

"No more than ten gold coins. The painter replied.

Panda nodded and continued to ask, "What would happen if someone borrowed you thirty gold coins and not only refused to pay it back, but also stinted at you all day long?"

The painter reacted immediately and shouted: "I only need to draw a picture and sell it, just thirty gold coins, what is it!"

"When was the last time you sold a painting?"

“...... Five or six years ago. ”

"At that time, how much did it sell?"

The painter hesitated for a moment and replied: "Two gold coins." ”

The panda nodded and said, "You deserve it." ”

"Nonsense! You're all in the same league with them! You're all jealous of my talent! You're all a bunch of mediocre people who don't know how to art! You're just joining forces to harm me, trying to kill me, and then auctioning off my paintings in the name of your posthumous work! I'm not going to give you my paintings when I die!"

The painter roared frantically again, gradually becoming incoherent.

The panda sighed, and the golden light flashed in his hand, and the divine power turned into a sigil and slammed into his forehead.

The painter's body stiffened, and his curses and roars stopped. The black qi on his body quickly dissipated, his face slowly showed a human appearance, and his expression slowly became calm and sad, and finally he turned back into a somewhat handsome but haggard young man.

"Ah...... I remembered, in fact, I had already painted with my own blood frantically because I couldn't paint a satisfactory work, and I bled too much last night and died in front of the drawing board......" he muttered to himself, sighing deeply, "Priest, thank you for saving my soul!"

Panda smiled and asked, "Now that you're sober again, what do you think of the people you cursed just now?"

"They are all a bunch of mediocre people who don't understand the beauty of art and don't know how to respect art!" the painter snorted coldly, "They live like animals!

"And what do you think of the waiter you killed?"

"What is there to say about something that lives like an animal?" asked the painter rhetorically.

The panda sighed, shook his head, and withdrew the divine power, only to see that the painter's body withered rapidly, and soon reverted back to its original form, but there was no longer even a little vitality in his body, and he remained motionless and turned into a dried corpse.

"This ...... What's going on?" Erwin asked in surprise.

"A fool. The panda shook his head and said, "When he encounters misfortune, he wants to take revenge on others, but he doesn't think about whether he has made a mistake somewhere...... This kind of person is sick!"

"What disease?" Wren asked curiously.

"Neuropathy. The panda said, "There is no cure, early death and early reincarnation." ”