In the study room, Lin Qian touched Coco's little head and looked at Coco's big watery eyes. Lin Qian suddenly felt that it would be great if Coco was not an alien...
Coco raised her head and looked at Lin Qian, her eyes were very satisfied. She liked her father rubbing her head very much.
Seeing Keke raising his head, Lin Qian smiled:
"Well, let's continue reading comics."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, Coco nodded, lowered her 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 his eyes and remained silent, with some confusion on his face. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, Lin Qian came back to his senses and took a look. cell phone:
"Okay, just follow what Professor Wang said."
Lin Qian's voice was calm and his face returned to calm. In the safe house, Wang Xiaoming's expression was also very calm, as if he had already 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 come 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 need to worry about this. If Professor Wang has any other questions, we can meet and discuss them later..."
After saying that, 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 paintings? But even if you control some of the supernatural powers of the ghost paintings, you won't be able to enter Dachang City so easily. After all, the Starving Ghost is 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? The ghosts in the ghost paintings can come out of the paintings or photos to kill people. Lin Qian has mastered part of the supernatural power of the ghost paintings, so he can also come out of the photos or paintings."
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming's eyes flashed:
"There is also a photo of Lin Qian in Dachang City, and who is most likely to own this photo? No, we should not say who it is, but who can own the photo of Lin Qian."
Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses. He knew who they were. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming felt relieved. Since Lin Qian dared to deal with this supernatural incident, it meant that he was somewhat sure. Wang Xiaoming would not think that Lin Qian would Put yourself in danger for a few ghost candles and a ghost camera that sounds very useful but is actually useless.
So 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:
"Hoo~"
"Work, work, go over there early and arrange for the starving people to die, and come back early to go to bed. I've been exhausted these past few days."
As he spoke, he rubbed his shoulders, picked up a pen from the desk, and spread out an A4 paper:
"First draw a few pictures with my ghost hands. Otherwise, it would be tiring to carry a coffin nail all the time, and the impact would not be good. By the way, I would also use these paintings to enter Dachang City, so these paintings are so supernatural.
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, stopped reading the comic book after seeing his father's actions and stood beside Lin Qian.
He watched Lin Qian painting 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 for reading.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian was not thinking about anything and started to draw on the A4 paper. Coco was watching from the side, eyes wide open and staring unblinkingly.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa"
The pencil slid across the paper, making a very small sound, but in this quiet study room, it seemed very loud. Following Lin Qian's movements, a piece of grassland slowly appeared on the originally blank paper. At the beginning, it was still a white drawing.
, but the moment Lin Qian stopped writing, the whole painting began to appear in color, which was 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 whether this thing was for others to see, Lin Qian didn't care at all. What he wanted was just a painting that was infected by the supernatural. Whether it looked good or not was secondary.
Whether it is dangerous to others is secondary, as long as it is not dangerous to yourself.
In the next few minutes, Lin Qian followed the law and drew a few more pictures. 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.
Lin Qian might not even have the nerve to write a painting. His painting skills can only be described in one word, that is "excellent"...
Lin Qian looked at the paintings on the table, rubbed his eyebrows, put down the pen, and stopped using the ghost's power.
As Lin Qian put down his pen, several paintings on the table slowly began to change. On the originally empty grassland, a figure slowly appeared. Judging from its general appearance, it was 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 slowly passed, the paintings on the table stopped changing, and the young man in the painting was no longer in Mohu. The painting at this time was a young man with a numb expression, empty eyes, and no emotion. But in the young man's face
There is a woman lying on the shoulder, with extremely beautiful appearance...
Lin Qian looked at all this, very calm and indifferent. It was normal for this kind of situation to occur, there was no need to make a fuss.
Lin Qian picked up a painting from the table, felt the supernatural power in the painting, and nodded, saying it was very good:
"These paintings can be used for a long time as long as they don't imprison too scary ghosts..."
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. As the coffin nails were put in, the figures in the painting
A coffin nail also appeared on the grass.
After putting the nails in the coffin, Lin Qian picked up several other paintings from the table, but he did not take them all. He left one painting behind and put the painting in his hand behind the painting.
Lin Qian looked at the only painting left on the table and rubbed his eyebrows:
"I'm getting ready to enter Dachang City, but I have to find my photo 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, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: