Chapter 68 Preparation
In the study, Lin Qian touched Keke’s little head. Looking at Keke’s big watery eyes, Lin Qian suddenly felt that it would be great if Keke was not an alien...
Keke raised her head and looked at Lin Qian, her eyes were very satisfied. She liked her father rubbing her head very much.
Seeing Coco raise his head, Lin Qian smiled:
“Well, let’s continue reading comics.”
Hearing Lin Qian's words, Coco nodded, lowered his head and continued reading the comics.
Lin Qian was not paying attention to Coco and said to Wang Xiaoming on the other end of the phone:
"Since Professor Wang knows that I want a supernatural camera, then the photo in the camera..."
At this point, Lin Qian stopped talking. He knew that Wang Xiaoming knew what he was talking about.
Wang Xiaoming just paused and answered Lin Qian’s question directly:
"I can give you that photo too."
Hearing Wang Xiaoming's straightforward answer, Lin Qian narrowed her eyes and remained silent, with some confusion on her face. She lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, Lin Qian came back to her senses and looked at her phone. :
"Okay, just follow what Professor Wang said."
Lin Qian's voice was very calm, and his face returned to calm, and the expression on Wang Xiaoming's face in the safe house was also very calm. Calm, as if he had known that Lin Qian would agree.
"How do you plan to enter Dachang City? Forcefully break through the ghost realm of the hungry ghosts and get in? Or..."
After confirming the transaction, Wang Xiaoming asked the question he wanted to know most. After all, Dachang City is not that easy to enter now.
After hearing Wang Xiaoming’s question, Lin Qian showed a smile and did not answer Wang Xiaoming’s question:
“Professor Wang, you don’t have to worry about this. If Professor Wang still has If there are any other issues, we can discuss them later when we meet..."
Finished He hung up the phone. In the safe house, Wang Xiaoming looked at the communication that had been hung up, and a strange color flashed in his eyes:
"Is it because of the ghost painting? But even if he controls part of the ghost painting, You wouldn’t enter Dachang City so easily. After all, the Starving Ghost is also an S-class supernatural event..."
But suddenly, Wang Xiaoming seemed to think of something in his mind, and he immediately understood what was going on:
"Photos? Ghosts in ghost paintings can come out of paintings or photos to kill people, and Lin Qian can control The ghost paintings are part of the supernatural, so he can also come out of the photos or paintings."
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming's eyes flashed:
"There is also Lin Qian in Dachang City. photo and who is most likely to own it "No, we shouldn't say who it is, but who can own Lin Qian's photos."
Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses. He knew who they were. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming felt relieved. His heart came to him. Since Lin Qian dared to deal with this supernatural incident, it showed that he was somewhat sure. Wang Xiaoming would not think that Lin Qian would do it for a few ghost candles and a phone that sounded very useful but was actually useless. ghost camera and put yourself in danger.
Therefore, Lin Qian dared to come to Dachang City, which shows that he has the confidence to survive in dealing with this supernatural incident.
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In the study, Lin Qian hung up the phone, rubbed his face, stood up from the chair, and stretched:
< br>“Huh~”
“Work, work, go over there early and arrange for the starving people, come back early and go to bed, I’ve been exhausted these past few days.”
As he said that, he rubbed his shoulders, picked up a pen from the desk, and spread out an A4 paper:
"Draw a few pictures with your ghost hand first, otherwise you will always be carrying an A4 paper. A coffin nail is very tiring, and the impact is not good. By the way, I also need to use these paintings to enter Dachang City, so these few paintings The painting is more supernatural and heavier..."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian picked up the pen with his left hand and began to draw on the A4 paper. Coco, who was on the side, after seeing his father's actions, He stopped reading comic books and just stood next to Lin Qian, watching Lin Qian draw without blinking.
Lin Qian didn’t care that Coco was watching from the side. It didn’t affect anything. Looking at the A4 paper on the table, Lin Qian thought for a while and felt that it was okay to draw casually. After all, this thing is not used for Look.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian was not thinking about anything and started to draw on the A4 paper. Coco was watching beside him, his eyes wide open and staring unblinkingly.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa"
The pencil slid across the paper, the sound was very small, but in this quiet study, it seemed very loud. With Lin Qian's movements, the originally blank paper , a piece of grassland slowly appeared. At first, it was still a white drawing, but the moment Lin Qian stopped writing, the whole painting began to appear in color. This is a supernatural effect.
Lin Qian looked at the painting on the table. The painting showed a dim sky, desolate grassland, and endless darkness. It was a deep and ominous darkness.
Everything in the painting is a small world, a world created by supernatural powers, a world belonging to Lin Qian...
Looking at his masterpiece, Lin Qian was very satisfied. As for this thing Lin Qian didn't care at all whether it was for others to see. What he wanted was a painting infected by supernatural beings. Whether it looked good or not was secondary. Whether it was dangerous to others was also secondary. As long as it was for others, it was secondary. As long as you're not in danger.
In the next few minutes, Lin Qian followed the law and drew a few more paintings. Each one was exactly the same. After all, Lin Qian couldn't draw anything else but grass. If it weren't for the ghost hand's ability, he would be able to draw grass. Painting, Lin Qian may not have the nerve to write. His painting skills can only be described with one word, that is "absolute"...
Lin Qian looked at several paintings on the table and rubbed his eyebrows. , put down the pen, and no longer used the power of the ghost.
As Lin Qian put down his pen, several paintings on the table slowly began to change. On the originally empty grassland, a vague figure slowly appeared. Let’s look at its approximate appearance. , is a young man.
Looking at the changed painting, Lin Qian was very calm. He knew that this was just a manifestation of the supernatural and it was normal.
As time passed slowly, the paintings on the table stopped changing, and the young man in the painting was no longer blurry. At this time, there was a young man in the painting, with a numb expression, empty eyes, and no emotion. , and on the young man’s shoulders, there is a woman with extremely beautiful appearance...
Lin Qian looked at all this very calmly and indifferently. It was normal for this situation to occur, and there was no need to make a fuss.
Lin Qian picked up a painting from the table, felt the supernatural power in the painting, nodded and said it was very good:
"These paintings, as long as they don't imprison too scary ghosts, , can be used for a long time..."
Lin Qian looked at the time and found that less than ten minutes had passed. He was not in a hurry. He picked up the coffin nails from the chair and put them into the painting. Here, as the coffin nail is put in, a coffin nail also appears on the grass in the painting.
After putting the nails in the coffin, Lin Qian picked up several other paintings from the table, but he did not take them all, leaving one behind and put the painting in his hand behind the painting.
Lin Qian looked at the only painting left on the table. Lin Qian rubbed the center of his eyebrows and said:
"I'm ready to enter Dachang City, but I have to find where my photo is first..."
Lin Qian closed her eyes, and the ghost eyes on her body popped out one by one. In just a moment, Lin Qian opened her eyes, with a smile on her lips:
"Found it!" (End of this chapter)