The rainy season in Shen Monkey City came suddenly, with strong winds and thunder, which brought great trouble to the people who traveled.

For Lin An, the biggest problem is that he can't wait until late at night in the corner of the software park garden to take the subway home.

Standing in the subway station, he looked at the huge lizard running out of the depths of the subway track in some silence, pursing his mouth and slowly adjusting his breathing.

Using a fawn portrait to enter the deer play breathing method is of course quick and easy, but there is no way to sustain this breathing method for too long.

Lin An didn't want to be the moment he stepped into the subway car, the subway turned into a huge lizard again.

He didn't know how to interact with the subway, and he didn't know when the door closed in front of him would turn into a tusk in the lizard's mouth.

Sometimes the more you know, the more you will be afraid of these illusions, but Lin An will not allow herself to shrink back in the face of this fear.

He'll just try to figure out how to deal with it.

The image of the cat's tail does not help him to enter the state of breathing, unless he assists in the 'civet bow stretching method', but it is impossible for him to pose in such a shameful position in public.

Luckily, he succeeded.

Maintaining his breathing regimen, he squeezed into the carriage with the crowd and staggered towards the edge of the city.

But this method still couldn't last, and Lin An broke away from the state of breathing method with a single negligence.

Some people say that the city is stressful, and many people are psychologically sub-healthy.

Lin An agrees with this conclusion.

At least the most terrifying hallucinations he had ever seen came from places such as elevators in the software park, subways during rush hour, and so on.

What looked like a giant gecko and a giant salamander was sticking to the ceiling of the carriage, sticking its upper body against the window, and opening its mouth full of white wrinkles and holes at Lin An.

Its cry is a bit like the cry of a baby.

It's upsetting.

Lin An sighed, raised his head, and was stunned to see a huge flower sticking to the top of the carriage, and it had dropped countless roots, swaying and spinning in the air like maggots.

These monster hallucinations sometimes dissipate suddenly, representing the departure of someone else's gaze.

But sometimes new monsters appear, and sometimes they all appear at the same time.

Therefore, Lin An must be careful with the ground and handrails, because if he accidentally touches or steps on them, he will interact with these spirits, and they will not only speak, but also take the opportunity to stick to them.

He could only maintain his original standing posture motionless, and did not want to spend the energy constantly distinguishing between what was real and which was hallucinating.

He'd used to change positions when his hands were sore, and when he grabbed the ring again, he pinched the tongue of a monster with one hand.

“……”

Lin An simply closed his eyes and focused his attention on the black cat.

He didn't know if he would be able to draw the black cat in its entirety when he went back.

Everything seems so bad.

The black cat is gone, which means that he has no chance to make up for it.

The dark golden blood has consumed a small lump left, and his spirituality reminds him to keep a little, which is equivalent to no assistance from the dark golden blood.

The most important thing is that as the little boss noticed that a wizard had installed a monitor in his office, he planned to ask the Witch Hunter Knights to come to the company to check, and he woke up to become a wizard because of that trip to Yunlu Mountain......

The pressure comes in cascading terms.

Finally, it turns into a prompt tone of a mobile phone text message.

Lin An opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone and looked at it.

Oh~

He closed his eyes again in despair.

It's the time for monthly mortgage repayment, and it's obviously so long, so a notice is sent every now and then, to remind him to perform well in the company and not to lose his job, right?

Eh, hey, hey, if you lose your job, you lose your house~

Hemp eggs!

Lin An felt that the world was very fucked, the harder he tried, the more fucked he became, and the more he struggled, the more fucked he became.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Lin An found that compared to the complex breathing method or the wizard meditation method, it had to be the method of regulating his mind described in the post of the yoga blogger that was better for him.

Let yourself empty your mind, close your eyes, and let yourself be in a state of emptiness, not disturbed by the complexity of the world.

Finally, he dragged his tired footsteps home.

After taking a shower, changing into loose home clothes, and pulling the noisy ugly head aside, Lin An sat down at the long table and poured some ink on a small saucer.

I picked up the brush and dipped it, and carefully sketched it one stroke at a time.

Now, the only thing he can rely on is himself.

Thundered~~

The thunder that had accumulated outside the window finally exploded, stabbing through the pouring rain and lighting up the room.

The sound of wind, rain, and thunder accompanies each other.

The sound of the ugly head chattering together dissolves into an extremely distant background.

Lin An quickly immersed himself in the feeling of his previous paintings, and with the ink smearing, it seemed that the whole world was only him, the black cat with memories in his mind, and the paintbrush in his hand.

A dark golden light surged outside the window, but he didn't notice it, his eyes seemed to be dull, and they looked hollow and unfocused.

Gradually, his condition got better and better, and his eyes began to turn dark gold.

Rumble~

The thunder exploded again, this time so close, that the loud sound made the pen in his hand shake, and an ugly line appeared on the long table.

“！！！”

Lin An blinked, stunned to find that the black cat he had drawn had exceeded the amount of drawing paper.

It was just a cat's head, but only two-thirds of the A4 paper was smeared, and the other third was drawn by him on the table next to the paper.

He hurriedly put the paper aside, found a rag, and quickly wiped it clean while the ink was still dry.

"I seem to need a bigger paper ......"

He remembered that the commissary at the entrance of the school where he bought pen and ink sold large sheets of rice paper or kraft paper, but he was a little hesitant to look at the heavy rain outside the window.

Now is not the time to waste time.

He had to draw this painting as soon as possible, even if it wasn't so good, at least he had to be able to easily enter the state of the civet bow stretching method and the deer play breathing method.

This......

Probably the only way to live.

Find a way to avoid being considered a wizard instead of fleeing the city in a car overnight and then facing endless hunts for the rest of your life.

And it's not just the hunting of witch hunters, but also the hunting and killing of rich people and bosses of large Internet companies after being saddled with a black cauldron.

That's the stupidest thing to do!

Lin An thought about it, simply walked to the wall cabinet next to the kitchen and opened it, and took out an opened courier bag from it.

Inside was a white satin curtain.

The texture of the curtains is very good, and it has also been praised by many people in the life information sharing software, and Lin An relied on his superb hand speed to grab this last clearance discounted goods.

But hang it up......

Well, this white curtain is a bit frustrating, and it doesn't quite fit his aesthetics.

There was no way to retreat, so I stayed.

Lin An quickly spread it on the ground, kicked off his slippers, held an inkwell in one hand and a brush in the other, and squatted down to prepare to paint on it.

Amazingly, he quickly returned to that state of drawing spirituality, as if he was particularly fit for this kind of thing.

It's just that when he fell into this state, he didn't see the huge dark golden world outside the window of the building.

Otherwise, he would have been too frightened to use this method.

Isn't this just witchcraft, and it's done in your own home, almost explicitly telling those witch hunters how to find themselves.

Lin An felt great.

He didn't even need the help of dark golden blood, he could feel his head running much more than ever, he had never felt his head work so well.

He can even absorb the ink from the curtain and adjust the weight of the pen. I also observe the degree of smudging to adjust the steps of painting.

With a bow and a stroke of the pen, a naughty and energetic back curve of the cat has jumped into view, which is so pleasing to the eye.

While waiting for it to bloom, Lin An returned to the beginning and drew the cat's head.

After a few strokes, I went to the place at the end of the curtain to draw the cat's tail.

Then go to supplement the hair on the cat's back, filling it with that plush texture.

For a moment, he felt that he was really creating, and even what he was thinking about was not the demeanor of a cat, but the unique feeling of restlessness, and he would carefully savor the feeling of restlessness in the coldness of the dark golden blood, and put pen to paper little by little.

The ink was smeared, full of his spirituality, and it rained heavily outside the window......