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Chapter 144: Side Effects of the Magic Pen

I watched He Yuzhu pull the cart into Wang Gensheng's yard, pick up the sheep's internal organs and start cleaning the sheep's lungs. He also used a bamboo stick to poke holes in the lungs and rinsed out the blood over and over again.

Wang Gensheng knew that he would not be able to drink the mutton soup for a while, so he mysteriously took He Yushui's tender little hand and walked closer to the bicycle.

He reached out and took out a large loaf of bread from the cloth bag, broke off a large piece, and stuffed it into He Yushui's little hand: "Wife, are you hungry? Eat some of this first."

He Yushui's eyes widened in surprise, and he shouted unconsciously: "Oh, big bread, this is so sweet."

She happily took it, tore off a small piece and put it in her mouth, her eyes narrowed into slits with happiness. After thinking for a while, she tore off another small piece and put it into Wang Gensheng's mouth as well.

Perhaps she felt that this action was too ambiguous, so He Yushui quickly turned away with a blushing face, broke off half of the bread in her hand, and handed it back to the old lady.

The deaf old lady was so happy that she almost lost her way.

Seeing the two people eating bread in such a dry way, Wang Gensheng felt that it was not good. He hurried back to the house and brought out two more cups.

Inside was a sweet drink made from artificial starch, which looked like two cups of paste. He handed it to the two people, and He Yushui seemed to be happy drinking it.

But Wang Gensheng always felt that drinking this kind of artificial starch sweet drink was like drinking northwest wind with his mouth open.

If these two people knew that this was artificial starch synthesized from northwest wind, would they still drink it so happily?

I have to say, sometimes ignorance is bliss.

At least now they were eating and drinking happily. Only Wang Gensheng was still hungry, waiting for He Yuzhu to make mutton soup for him.

The time of waiting is the most tormenting. In order to numb the feeling of hunger in his stomach, Wang Gensheng returned to the house, spread a piece of rice paper on the table, and asked He Yushui to grind ink for him.

He began to practice painting. When he was painting, Wang Gensheng felt that time passed very quickly.

Before he knew it, He Yushui brought the cooked mutton soup into the house for Wang Gensheng, who was still concentrating on painting.

When Wang Gensheng was in high spirits on this painting, he was reluctant to put down the unfinished masterpiece. Otherwise, once his inspiration for painting was interrupted, the painting would become an incomplete work.

After finishing the meal, picking it up again to finish it always feels like adding an end to a tiger's head, which makes people very uncomfortable.

He picked up the bowl of mutton soup, poured out a little of the soup and sprinkled it into the ink plate. He continued to grind it a few times and then began to paint a running lamb on the grass.

When the painting was about to be completed, Wang Gensheng suddenly came to his senses.

Wang Gensheng always felt that the unfinished lamb in his hand seemed to be sucking his hand, and that feeling made him unable to stop. Wang Gensheng suddenly realized that he was painting with Ma Liang's magic brush, which accidentally triggered the materialization function.

He immediately turned his head and shouted to He Yushui: "Yushui, go to that room quickly and bring all the bones your brother uses to cook mutton soup."

He Yushui didn't know what Wang Gensheng meant, but she still obediently ran to He Yuzhu's room, took out the big bones from the pot and gave them to Wang Gensheng.

Not caring that the sheep bone was still steaming, Wang Gensheng gritted his teeth, grabbed the bone in his left hand, and continued painting with his right hand, carefully outlining the hind legs of the lamb in the painting.

With every stroke of his pen, the sheep bone in his hand, which was steaming hot, turned into powder and fell to the ground visibly.

He Yushui opened her lips in surprise, but immediately covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from making any sound and interrupting Wang Gensheng's painting.

Before he had finished sketching the lamb's hind leg, the lamb bone in his hand had already slipped through his fingers like fine sand, and Wang Gensheng hurriedly grabbed another piece of bone that was also steaming.

All the sheep bones in the basin were used up, but the lamb's eyes were still missing.

The eyes are the windows to the soul, and they cannot be painted casually. It is still unknown what effect will be achieved after using Ma Liang's magic brush. Wang Gensheng could not bear to see the painting fail, so he tried his best to use the brush to paint a little light in the lamb's eyes.

At this moment, a few white hairs appeared on Wang Gensheng's temples.

Apart from the basket for bones, there are no other usable items at hand. There is no energy available for materialization. Ma Liang's magic brush will absorb Wang Gensheng's vitality as nourishment to complete the painting.

I don’t know how this energy that materializes needs is determined?

At this point, Wang Gensheng could only grit his teeth and reach his left hand into his pocket. Using the pocket as a cover, he retrieved one fish, two fish from the system space.

When he turned the two big grass carps into powder and his pockets were about to bulge, a tender "bleating" sound of a lamb was heard from the small ear room.

He Yushui suspected that she was dreaming at this moment. Right before her eyes, she watched the lamb emerge from the painting and from Wang Gensheng's pen.

At this time, when He Yushui looked at Wang Gensheng, it was not like he was looking at a person, but as if he was looking at a monster or a deity, full of admiration.

Wang Gensheng looked at the little lamb in his arms and smiled bitterly.

To make this little lamb, he sacrificed nearly a year of his own life, two large grass carps weighing more than four pounds, and a plate of lamb bones.

Is this the law of conservation of energy? How is it conserved? I always feel like I have paid a lot.

When Wang Gensheng held the little lamb in his arms, he could feel that the little lamb could only live for about two months.

No wonder this Ma Liang Magic Pen will be eliminated in the future world. Because the price paid is too high!

It is far from proportional to the income.

Wang Gensheng was so angry that he wanted to throw the lamb in his hand to the ground, but after a sigh, he stuffed the lamb into He Yushui's arms.

"Feed it for a month first, then ask your brother to make steamed lamb."

He Yushui was stunned: "Are you really going to eat it? This is you...?"

"I have made up my mind. Don't say anything more."

Think about it again, it will not disappear until two months later. If you put it in your stomach a month in advance, it should be enough to fill your stomach, right?

Why do I feel like I am about to open my mouth and drink the northwest wind?

Is this just another form of empty promises and self-deception?

Perhaps in the future world, Ma Liang's magic pen will be the magic weapon of bosses and leaders, and they are the ones who are best at making big promises.

Wang Gensheng had no idea that the little lamb he painted would cost him a year of his life, and more importantly, it would change his future destiny.

Let us look forward to what the consequences will be.