Under the gaze of the old greenskin and Somra, Xu Zhi had no choice but to put this masterpiece away and hold it in his hands.
The ugly mask was secretly stuffed into Xu Zhi's chest. If there is anything a little scary about Xu Zhi, this ugly mask that once scared a Zhan Wuzhao to death can also be counted. This is his combat equipment and has to be used.
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Ugly Mask: Gives the wearer the ability to cause fear (the mask is enchanted with level 6 fear magic).
"Haha, Xiaosuo, look, I took "The Despair of the Djinn in the Thunderstorm" to communicate with Lord Hexis."
"This is my painstaking work. That art lover will probably like it," Somla nodded proudly.
"I really envy people who can do art. Every time Lord Hexis calls, he just asks me to come over and clean."
The old green-skin rubbed his hands with an envious look on his face. He watched Xu Zhi disappear in the portal. He thought for a while before looking at Somra.
"Lala, um, can you give us art lessons? We are very talented in art."
"No problem, this is very easy to learn."
Somla readily agreed that education was his biggest hobby in Dongfang Village.
"Hahaha, Lord Hexis, I haven't seen you for a while. I really miss the days of exploring art with you."
Hexis was drawing again. It was rare that he didn't make any facial makeup. On the paper, a green-skinned creature jumped up, holding a long black sword, exuding endless black aura.
Under the green-skinned feet, a vampire was struggling hard, looking at the long sword that originally belonged to him falling, with a look of despair on his face.
The combination of natural creatures and death creates a wonderful conflict.
Xu Zhi looked at it for a long time and realized that the painting of Hexis was based on him. The green skin was very similar to him, but he was not so majestic at the time. He could hold a long sword and step on Dracula.
, he was hit so hard that his sternum cracked and he almost died.
After Hexis finished the last stroke, Xu Zhi began to speak.
"Your painting is really ingenious and uncanny. From a long sword, you can imagine such a horrifying scene. It can be seen that facing death, this vampire is really desperate."
Xu Zhi pursed his lips and quickly took out the ugly mask on his chest. In contrast, the "Despair of the Djinn in the Thunderstorm" on his right hand could not be taken out at all.
Perhaps, the painting of Hexis can be called "Despair of the Vampire Under the Long Sword". Even though Somra painted abstract art, he was afraid of being compared with similar themes.
"Hello, Sir Zhizhi, hey, haven't you brought the Plague Sword?" Hexis came back to his senses.
"That long sword is really terrifying. It actually broke and turned into a long and thin black worm. It's really impossible to get it back. But Lord Hexis, look, I have a good treasure here, the Ugly Mask.
, quite a terrifying piece of art, it even scared a prison officer to death."
What was supposed to come would eventually come. Xu Zhi had no choice but to explain about the long sword and take out his most terrifying prop.
The jet-black skull mask is quite scary when applied to the face. This is a pure dark and cold style.
Hexis took the ugly mask from Xu Zhi with a nostalgic look on his face.
"I didn't expect to see my work from decades ago. At that time, my crafting skills were only average. Even though I used the best black charcoal steel for this mask, it was only fused with level six fear magic when it was enchanted. Art
It’s shameful that the skills are so poor.”
"Look, at the nostril of this mask, there is an H on the left and a K on the right. This is exactly the mark I like to leave when making items."
Hexis looked through the ugly masks and sighed from time to time. This made Xu Zhizhi wonder why the reality was like this. He took out his trump card, and then it turned out to be someone else's work decades ago.
This was very embarrassing. The original discussion of horror turned into nostalgia, which made Xu Zhi think about the choice of words for a while.
"This mask has witnessed the changes in your artistic skills over the past few decades, which is really rare."
"Hahaha, I'm so ashamed. I didn't expect that my bad works back then would be collected by Mr. Zhizhi."
Hexis looked at it for a long time. After carefully looking inside and outside, he returned the mask to Xu Zhi's hand.
"The first time I saw this mask, I felt that there was a germ of art in the mask. I fell in love with it at the time, and it was not easy to get it."
Xu Zhitian replied shamelessly, as long as the topic is not dead, we are still good friends.
"Hey, Sir Zhizhi, what is this in your hand? Did you also bring it here for me to appreciate?"
"This is a random painting made by a friend of mine. He is also very interested in horror art. He is just a beginner and doesn't know where to start."
Xu Zhi looked at the drawing paper in his hand. This kind of child-level drawing made it very difficult for him to organize his words and words.
He thought that he couldn't escape this trip after all. In the elemental world, Somra would be sad, and in the lower world, he would have a bad relationship with the boss of Hexis. It would be difficult to please both parties. If he had known, he would have stopped him as soon as he came down.
When I leave, I tear it into pieces and then go back.
"Children's level, could it be that you jungle goblins drew these twisted lines? You can draw 1024 of them densely. You really have perseverance, huh..."
Spreading out the drawing paper, Xu Zhi didn't know how Hexis calculated it. The boss was the boss. In just a few glances, he could clearly count thousands of lightning lines.
He was feeling uneasy, and just about to say a few words to calm the atmosphere, he suddenly saw Hexis's hands shaking, staring at Somra's "The Despair of the Djinn in the Thunderstorm", his eyes turned red,
A drop of sweat quietly fell from his chin.
The paper is still the same paper, the lines are still the same, the painting has not changed, only Hexis has changed.
Xu Zhi looked at his strange expression. He didn't know for a moment whether it was because Hexis was ill or because he was feeling sad recalling some old scenes from the past. The moods of the big guys were always changing and difficult to figure out.
"ah……"
After a while, Hexis let out a high-pitched scream, and his masked face looked slightly ferocious. Green light emitted from his body from time to time, and black magic elements surged around him, tightly surrounding him.
"Whoosh"
At some point, a big demon shuttled through space and guarded Hexis.
As Xu Zhi blinked, several more demons appeared together, and for a moment the atmosphere in the studio was filled with fear.
This scene made Xu Zhi take a few steps back. He was immediately stuck on his contract. If there was any accident, he would have to rely on the power of the contract to protect himself.
If he hadn't been promoted to the leader level, his legs and feet would tremble when faced with so many demons exuding life.
"good"
After a few minutes, Hexis stopped wailing and yelled, and his mind seemed to have returned to normal.
"God, a masterpiece, this is true horror art."
"It can actually arouse my emotions and let me enter the sky full of thunder and lightning, and it struck me 1024 times."
"Without the rules for controlling thunder and lightning, it is absolutely impossible to paint such a masterpiece. But if he incorporated the power of rules into his paintings, art lovers like me would probably be scared to death when he saw the last pile of debris.
Already."
"Your Excellency Zhizhi, please introduce me to this master of art."
Hexis grabbed Xu Zhi's hands and said tremblingly: "I want to ask the master if he still needs apprentices."