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Chapter 148 - 148 140 The Painters Most Perfect Canvas (Seeking
Chapter 148 - 148 140 The Painters Most Perfect Canvas (Seeking
?Chapter 148: 140 The Painter’s Most Perfect Canvas (Seeking Monthly Tickets) Chapter 148: 140 The Painter’s Most Perfect Canvas (Seeking Monthly Tickets) Laughter and jest gave way to seriousness whenever the subject of witchcraft came up.
“By rights, when we confiscate witchcraft records from someone’s home, we’re supposed to give back the originals and keep the copies. That’s the rule, and everyone abides by it,” Zhuang said solemnly.
“But this time, Mr. Lu took the initiative to sneak them away without permission, because he didn’t want to let this witchcraft spread.”
“The original name of the witchcraft, directly translated, should be ‘Your Heart Is My Heart.’ I detest some people’s unilateral approach to what they call elegance, so I translated it to ‘Heart-to-Heart Skewers’ instead.”
Upon hearing this, the others couldn’t help but burst into laughter again.
Yet Zhuang looked at them with stern eyes, and one by one, their expressions grew serious.
Professor Cao narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp, “The specific effects!”
“That nun was quite formidable,” Zhuang recalled, sighing, “Her ritual magic specifically allows her to exchange hearts with a wizard about to become a Sorcerer Zombie. Then she can spy on the Spirit Realm through the wizard, and continually draw spiritual energy from the Spirit Realm through the heart she placed in the wizard’s chest.”
Whoosh~
At once, several Witch-hunting Knights stood up.
Dr. Zhang’s face changed color, “Good lord, isn’t this just an improved version of the ‘Furnace’? If this succeeds, won’t the Witch Hunter Knights have to completely update their version?”
Professor Cao frowned at Zhuang, “You marked such ritual magic as ‘non-important’ in the ratings?”
“I knew you’d be anxious,” Zhuang sighed, glancing at Lu Dexian sitting aside and shaking his head, “We tried, and it was useless.”
But he refused to say when exactly they had tried it.
In truth, everyone could guess a bit – Lu Dexian’s mother was a wizard; maybe…
“It was another outlandish attempt…” Zhuang didn’t say more.
He harbored a slight suspicion that Lu Tingyu’s end, torn apart so that every organ became a Sorcerer Zombie, might be related to this attempt.
After all, the heart of Lu Tingyu’s wife had been beating in his chest then.
But it was not a good thing to say, considering how Lu Ting had torn himself apart. If the speculation was true, the one who killed Lu Ting might well be his wife or Dexian’s mother, who had become a Sorcerer Zombie and entered the Spirit Realm.
Zhuang deeply respected Mr. Lu, and now that the man was dead, he naturally didn’t want to mention these things anymore.
“Wait a minute!” Dr. Zhang looked at him puzzled, “So you’re saying you brought this witchcraft back from abroad, and you did the translation? Since it was stolen, only you and Mr. Lu knew about this witchcraft?”
“Right.” Zhuang was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.
“How did ‘Ghost Face’ think to come here to steal this piece of witchcraft, and she didn’t touch anything else?” Dr. Zhang asked, suspicion on his face.
“How would I know.” Zhuang spread his hands, “Every piece of documentation in the warehouse has its own protection scheme. Didn’t you see she took others as well? Maybe she just happened to take this one, and didn’t get to take others before being discovered.”
Professor Cao shook his head, “There are not so many maybes!”
“I think so too, there are no such coincidences,” Dr. Zhang frowned, “Think about it, who have you told about this witchcraft?”
Zhuang rolled his eyes, “You suspect me? Oh, I know what you’re going to say. That I, a simple man, unknowingly let something slip. But really, I haven’t told a single soul.”
“This…” Dr. Zhang showed his confusion.
But Professor Cao nodded, “If it’s not you, it must be Mr. Lu who told someone back in the day. Look into this lead!”
He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, “Put it on the secondary tasks list. Our main focus should still be on hunting the ‘Cotton Tree’ Sorcerer Zombie. Its banyan tree and eyeball witchcraft don’t seem simple at all.”
That’s the benefit of having a leader.
Even though everyone was eager to track down ‘Ghost Face,’ this was the moment when someone had to step up and sort out what was most important and urgent.
Sorting out priorities.
To be clear, the most important thing was the Cotton Tree close to becoming a Sorcerer Zombie, which not only concerned the safety of over twenty million ordinary people in the city, but also whether Lu Jiao could hold onto Shenhou City.
Reluctantly, everyone followed the orders.
The Antler Leader, without doubt, had authoritative command.
…
But tracking down such a cunning top-tier wizard was no easy task.
Even with the help of Rabbit Eye Demon Hunter sent by the Southern Alliance and Lin An, an undercover agent who had infiltrated the enemy’s ranks.
Lin An often visited ‘Crazy Male Witch’s Tree Hole’ at night, but it seemed that the frequent capturing operations by the Witch Hunter Knights had caused the wizards to go into hiding, leaving the headquarters empty most of the time.
For the following days, almost nothing happened.
It was as though a sudden torrential rain had hit the city and then abruptly stopped, not to be followed by sunshine. Looking up, it seemed as though a bigger storm was brewing.
Lin An had been living a very regular life during this time.
In the mornings, he would go to the company and direct his graphic designers to continue developing ‘Green Skin Portrait’ and ‘Grey Blue Fur Picture’; in the afternoons, he would go to the Witch Hunter Knights’ slaughterhouse to dissect those Sorcerer Zombies.
Other than a great battle that captured a large number of wizards and ripened them into Sorcerer Zombies, the Antler Witch Hunter Knights had not conducted a large-scale capture of wizards since then.
Mostly, as long as they didn’t appear to be full-fledged ‘Dark Sorcerers,’ they turned a blind eye, naturally, also hoping to lure out the Cotton Tree.
One day, there was a sudden burst of excited howling from the special project team’s office at the company.
Because the ‘Green Skin Portrait’ was finally completed, and team leader Lin An, as promised, gave them a week off with pay.
“These don’t look as sinister as the green ones, but they still have a special flavor to them. I estimate players will find it easier to accept this level of design,”
The young boss stroked his chin, carefully staring at the image on the computer screen.
The green-skinned image was not just a pattern of colors; its texture, hues, and every little detail added an extremely unique charm to the design.
“An, do you think this gray one would be especially suitable as a base color for roads?”
“And these brown and black ones, I think they really match the base color of buildings?”
“An? What are you thinking about?”
Lin An was sitting to the side, slightly lost in thought. Hearing the young boss’s call, he glanced at the screen and nodded, “Mhm, besides the green one, the others can be applied in many places.”
“It’s simply divine!” The young boss exclaimed in amazement at the pattern on the screen, “It’s really impactful. I think I can start putting together a planning department now, and have those people plan the game’s background story and plot according to the taste of these models.”
Lin An nodded without saying much, exchanged a few words, and calmly went to his office.
He turned on the computer.
He thoughtfully opened the original, unretouched green-skinned image, carefully savoring its charm.
“A struggle of self, seeking a breakthrough but suppressed again due to self-imposed constraints?”
It resonated so well with his current state of mind.
Of course, he was already gradually releasing this suppression and was on the path to a breakthrough.
It was this deeper understanding—by looking down on the green-skinned image—that he gained even more wondrous insights.
But this was not the point.
Just now.
Just a moment ago.
When he saw the final products presented by his subordinates, like Zheng Miao, the green-skinned image within him seemed to light up as well.
No, not light up; it should be said that it became real.
As if there was a layer of skin.
He had recently been in contact with a large amount of skin, peeled off from the bodies of Sorcerer Zombies, one piece after another.
But the two types of skin were so different; the Sorcerer Zombie’s skin still clung to an abundance of obsessions, desires, and longings, extremely extreme ones.
And the green-skinned image before his eyes was so pale in comparison.
It was like just a base layer, a layer full of charm, yet seemingly lifeless.
“It’s missing something!”
Lin An had this intuition; it looked so solid and yet so flimsy.
He employed Spirit Drawing to assist his thinking, and a flood of memories were invoked for his reference.
Finally, an idea struck him—the spirit is there, but the form is not!
Exactly, this thing had spirit but lacked form.
If he wished to complete its form, Lin An just happened to possess an ability for that.
—Spirit Drawing.
At this thought, he took a sharp breath, somewhat incredulous and yet feeling that this answer might be true.
“To perform Spirit Drawing on this thing?”
After drawing, wouldn’t it become an entity like the ‘Black Cat’ image?
No, there would still be some differences!
What those differences are, he was simply too excited to find out.
He was eager to leave the company and find a secluded spot to produce this drawing.
As for what to draw, he already had an answer.
That creature resembling a snow leopard!
He had painstakingly used Spiritual Energy to observe every detail of the snow leopard creature, enduring for a full 5 hours amidst the assault led by Feng Xin and Zhuang, to capture the essence of the creature’s innate spirit.
Could it be successful?
He didn’t know, but he realized that if it worked, he would truly possess a life-saving power in the Supernatural World!
“This is simply a treasure!”
Lin An’s gaze was intense as he looked at the green-skinned image on the screen. He suddenly realized something—he had a whole bunch of well-behaved and highly skilled subordinates painstakingly gathered for him by the young boss. As long as he created a prototype, he could leave it to these subordinates to perfect, and then he would have a continuous output of these kind of skin images.
This material…
It was quite simply the most perfect canvas in the hands of a painter!
He had never imagined that his job in the ordinary world, which he pursued for societal value, would turn out to provide him with the greatest assistance on his path in the Supernatural World!