Although the painter in front of him is more evil, fortunately he is a brainless guy, so he just stepped forward and took away his ink paint.

So, I went up and took his paint in my hand.

Seeing that I had taken away his paint, the painter was upset and shouted at me, "Do you know who I am? You just take my paint, I'm ......."

Before he could finish speaking, I slapped him with my backhand and said, "You're just a painter, are you still some noble person?" You wicked painter, do you know what great good you have done? Your ink fuel is very evil, and it is mixed with the pungent smell of blood, don't you know? I won't let you use something so evil. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he broke free from my restraints, turned and ran away, and I quickly chased after him, and when he saw that he could not escape, he casually opened a picture scroll.

In the painting, the blue-faced and fanged demon walked out with his teeth and claws, and as soon as he came out, his body instantly became larger, and he stood up about three meters tall. A slap came down and almost hit me.

Seeing that the situation was not good, several of them also ran out, and Li Huhu also shouted loudly: "Such a realistic entity Yaksha is actually drawn." ”

"Is that artist who ran away a youkai? However, there is no demonic aura on his body. He's clearly human. Xu Chengcheng said his doubts and denied himself.

The green-faced Yaksha who stood in front of me waved his claws again, this guy was just a big guy, but he was terrible slow to move.

A drive character was pasted up, and it instantly turned into a pool of bloody ink......

"Hey, why did that kid run so fast? All of a sudden, it was gone! Geng Biaobiao looked hard, but there was no trace of that person.

But I looked indifferent, stood up and said, "It's okay, don't chase him." After all, he only killed some cats and dogs, and he didn't kill anyone, the key is that his ink paint is in my hands. This artist can no longer paint evil paintings. ”

But as soon as I finished speaking, two large men floated above the sky, one of them was a cow and the other was a horse. However, these two are not messengers from the underworld, but evil people drawn in ink, and they also have a strong smell of ink and blood.

Li Huhu immediately lifted his breath, pinched his fingers with both hands, and a mouthful of fire erupted, turning the two drawn demons into a puddle of black ink at once.

I originally thought that this pool of black ink would stop, but who knows, the ink actually has its own consciousness, and it instantly flew into a lot of black ink droplets, and flew into the bamboo tube in my hand.

Unexpectedly, these blood inks would have their own consciousness.

After thinking about it, I understood again that evil ink also needs to suck blood, and blood is nourishment for ink, but this time it is not the demon that sucks blood, but the black ink used for painting.

"These ghosts painted in ink actually need blood to nourish them, and the painter only got this evil thing by accident. He will definitely not be willing to lose the ink, and will definitely turn back and take it away. I said.

Su Crazy said a little incredulously: "I can't imagine that there is a painter who can manipulate ghosts, the key is that this painter is not a demon or a monster, but an ordinary human being." ”

"Yes, ordinary people are also using such evil things. Maybe there are fragments of the Yin Spirit Pill in it, after all, the evil qi is too heavy. After Xu Chengcheng finished speaking, he snatched the tube of ink in my hand and poured it on the ground.

"There are really fragments of the Yin Spirit Pill." Xu Chengcheng picked up the fragments stained with ink with a yellow talisman, and the ink that overflowed with the evil qi just now had become a puddle of dead ink at the moment, and then looked inside, there was also a cuttlefish cub.

I really can't imagine that a cuttlefish cub has become a sperm and becomes stronger by relying on the fragments of the Yin Spirit Pill. What's even more unexpected is that this evil was so easily eliminated by us, without much effort.

"It turns out that this painter is using the power of the Yin Spirit Pill...... Just now, the cow's head and horse face that came to attack us were also ink paintings. It's ironic that we're still fighting with paintings. Su said with his chin in his head.

Geng Biaobiao said to Su Crazy again: "Senior brother, we can now confirm that all the ghosts are made by that painter, but why does this guy always draw demons and monsters?" Why don't you draw people or something. ”

"I think, after all, this ink is evil, and it can only work if you draw the same evil substance." Su said his answer in a matter-of-fact manner.

"The ghost drawn by that obscene painter can become a real ghost just because the fragments of the Yin Spirit Pill are soaked in ink, hey, it's really a big world, it's all strange! In the final analysis, the power of the Yin Spirit Pill is too amazing. Xu Chengcheng yawned, wrapped this small piece of Yin Spirit Pill in a yellow talisman, and then put it into the package.

I looked at the time, noticed the movement in the grass, and knew what was going on. In order to lure the snake out of the hole, I said to the four of them, "All right, now it's all right, let's go back." The sick painter has escaped, but we've also disposed of the evil ink paint, so let's go back to sleep. ”

The big guy walked and talked, and there was a person in the distance behind us, in fact, I already knew who he was, and he must have come for the fragments of the Yin Spirit Pill.

Sure enough, after I lay down on the hotel bed and fell asleep at night, a dark shadow crept in.

The other party was not verbose, and directly inserted a short knife into the quilt. Unfortunately, he was empty, so I turned on the lamp and said, "Your Excellency, are you still not giving up?" For the fragments of the Yin Spirit Pill, you have found the wrong person, the fragments of the Yin Spirit Pill are in my second senior brother. Because, you have tasted the sweetness by relying on the Yin Spirit Pill, haven't you? I'm telling you, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, and it's better not to use such a shady thing. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, you caused me to lose my ink paint, I want your life."

This powerless guy dared to make a mistake with me, and I kicked him in the face, and he stuck to the wall.

Xu Chengcheng, Li Huhu and others, who heard the movement, rushed over.

Xu Chengcheng asked, "What are you doing at night?" ”

Li Huhu saw that it was the painter who ran away, and said with a look of disbelief: "Isn't this the painter who ran away?" Why did you touch it here again? ”

"This guy is here for the fragments of the Yin Spirit Pill, and I told him that the Yin Spirit Pill is no longer on me, and he has to fight with me. So, I'm teaching this ignorant guy a lesson. "I choked him by the neck and suffocated him at one point.

"Senior Brother Yangsheng, don't pinch him, he is about to be strangled to death by you." Geng Biaobiao persuaded me, and I let go.

The painter said, "Since you said that the Yin Spirit Pill is an evil thing, then you can come with me to my house again!" I also have a jar of ink paint, and there are also fragments of the Yin Spirit Pill in it. ”

I was taken aback, grabbed his ear and said, "Then what are you waiting for, take us there." ”

The five of us escorted a scrawny man out, and when we came to the bottom of a culvert in a bridge, we saw a small compartment with a turning head, which was supposed to be the painter's home.

I really can't imagine that this down-and-out painter can live such a miserable life and be bullied by all kinds of cats and dogs, but now they all understand.

Looking at the poor man in front of us, who could have imagined that he was still a dangerous person, a demon and a bad person who used the evil power of the Yin Spirit Pill fragments to make by painting. If you really rely on his personal strength, it's just a soft bag that even pet cats and dogs can't beat.

"Hey, are you going to live here?" Geng Biaobiao asked as he pointed to the small brick house with the painter in one hand.

"Yes, this is it, it's just that the ink is very strange, and it's been getting less and less listening to me lately. Instead, I felt that I was being manipulated by him, and I couldn't help but drip blood into the ink. Originally, I was just a painter, and I used to paint portraits. However, ever since I stumbled upon an ink paint cartridge made of bamboo, I have been drawing demons. I began to draw ghosts day and night, and as long as I had this special blood ink, I could create as many demons as I wanted. But I grew weaker and weaker, and my face became worse and worse, and several times I came to my senses and found myself dripping blood into that paint canister again......"

As soon as the painter said this, the carotid artery suddenly burst and fell to the ground, and he tried his best to cover the burst carotid artery, but it was still bleeding.

At the same time, dozens of horned ghosts, fangs, and sharp nails flew out of the brick room.

Now it seems that these evil ghosts are really realistic, and the painting work of this unattractive artist is really not bad!

"Brothers, it's time to fight."

Xu Chengcheng shouted, and immediately took out a boomerang, smeared cinnabar on the front surface and flew out towards the evil ghost.

We immediately joined the battle and fought against the demons that were drawn.

The demons that were defeated turned into a puddle of black ink, and the most uncomfortable thing was the disgusting smell of ink, because it was mixed with blood, and I was afraid that I would be stunned if I smelled it for a while.

Soon, we knocked out the demons that were drawn in the first wave. These things seem terrifying, but after all, they are all drawn, and they are easy to deal with for those of us who have Taoism.

However, the sheer number of them was their advantage, and a second wave of demons came out of the room again. At the same time, a demonic voice came out, "Unexpectedly, there are a few more Taoist priests with advanced Taoism." Very good, I like to drink the blood of people with cultivation the most. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a black ghost qi floated out of the room, although the other party was just a black mist, but the two eyes like lanterns, bursting with faint green light, could feel the powerful power of the Yin Spirit Pill.

Unexpectedly, the painting ghost that the master said was real, but it was just a third-rate product. It is rumored that the body of the ghost painting is the soul of an ancient depressed painter, who is excellent in painting, but is not appreciated, and dies with hatred under depression. The soul also accumulated in the ink paint cylinder he painted during his lifetime, and it was because of the fragments of the Yin Spirit Pill that the ghost painter had the ability to do evil.

"Apparently, this is the essence of the blood-drinking demon. This painter is just a tool, and he has long been manipulated by real demons. The demon deliberately made the artist draw us to it. Xu Chengcheng suddenly understood.

The second wave of evil ghosts rushed towards us, and Li Huhu suddenly stood in front, and another fire evaporated these evil ghosts on the spot.

Li Huhu was a little tired, and said: "I've used the fire method too many times today, I can't bear it, you go and deal with that real ghost." ”

Su Madman, Geng Biaobiao and Xu Chengcheng went up to fight with the painting ghost, and under the attack of several people in turn, the painting ghost could not be destroyed, as if he had an immortal body.

Seeing that the situation was not right, I immediately squatted down and grabbed the painter who was already dying and asked, "Where is the last fragment of the Yin Spirit Pill?" Say it. ”

"In ...... Inside ...... Pigment...... Tube. ”

If you want to completely eliminate the painting ghosts, you have to find out the Yin Spirit Pill first.

Without saying a word, I rushed into the room and took out the old paint canister, and sure enough, the smell of blood was strong and unusual.

I said to myself, "Since you devil is so fond of drinking blood, then I will ask you to drink enough." I took out the blood of my and mixed it into the paint tube.

I only heard the groaning of evil spirits outside, and after a while, the ghost energy dissipated and disappeared without a trace, and the painting ghost was eliminated in this way.

When I came out with the paint cylinder, the painter was still pointing to the paint cylinder as he was dying, until he had completely died of his soft hand.

When he was dying, the artist was still thinking about the paint tube.