The villain's daily corpse collection

Looking up at the Xuanzong Mountain Gate of Qishan Gate halfway up the mountain, Wang Wei was not in a hurry to go up.

Instead, he squatted on the ground, picked up a stick and wrote and drew on the ground. Occasionally, if there was something he didn't draw correctly, he would use his hand to smooth it out and correct it.

Huo Feng also squatted down and asked with a little confusion: "Master, what are you doing?"

Wang Wei was busy painting without looking up: "Drawing a formation."

"What kind of formation is this?" Huo Feng looked at it for a long time without understanding it. He thought that the area where it was drawn had expanded a little and then circled behind him.

"Read this sentence again." Wang Wei pointed at a slightly vague sentence in the corner of the formation with a wooden stick.

Huo Feng narrowed his eyes and read out the words one by one: "I. Will. Stay. Here. And. Not. Move."

"Just wait for me here."

After Wang Wei finished speaking, he turned around, stepped onto the stairs in front of the mountain gate, and slowly went up the mountain.

"What?!" Huo Feng wanted to catch up with Wang Wei, but found that no matter how fast he ran, he could only stay in the same place and could not get out of the magic circle.

That sentence is the starting words of a specific formation, and it will only take effect if the beneficiary reads it out loud.

He didn't expect that Wang Wei could trap him with such a simple method!

Careless.

He thought that his master didn't stop him before because he agreed to let him follow. Even if he really stopped him, he could use the same trick to secretly follow him.

However, he didn't expect that he was outwitted.

He sat on the ground and began to look for a way to break the formation.

Wang Wei walked into the mountain gate alone, and there were some disciples guarding the door.

"What--"

Before he could even utter the word "人", he felt as if the force had been released and he fell down.

Wang Wei did not look down at the result, but walked straight up.

No one blocked the way, and more often than not, it was unstoppable.

Wang Wei built an invisible barrier with this sect as the center. All non-designated creatures outside could no longer enter this barrier.

The game is basically decided.

Wang Wei had just walked to the door of the sect's main hall when he saw a scene he had not expected.

Fierce fighting has already taken place here and is still going on.

For a moment she didn't know whether she should find the best vantage point to watch the fight, or happily join in and take what they were fighting over.

On one side are the monks from Qishan Sect, and on the other side are...

Wang Wei felt a familiar breath, the pure divine power from heaven.

Hope is: “?”

The artifact she was looking for this time was, at best, a defective product that was accidentally dropped into the mortal world by a god who loved painting in heaven who drew a few strokes casually and did not finish it.

The painting itself does not have any magical power. Mortals may be amazed by external factors such as the painting skills and the material, but to gods, it is purely useless. If they put it away, they will feel that it takes up space and may even be used as a table leg.

Wang Wei himself didn't understand why his divine body would choose to temporarily reside in such a useless artifact.

"This useless thing has been snatched away by someone?"

With a skeptical attitude, she continued to walk inside. No matter what was waiting for her, she was sure of it.

She secretly sighed in her heart that it was a good thing that she didn't let Huo Feng come up. She didn't know how he would feel when he saw these former colleagues of his dying so foolishly in her hands.

Suddenly, a flying sword was controlled by someone and attacked towards him!

Wang Wei formed a seal to receive the sword, and suddenly turned the direction of the sword tip. He then calmly grasped the hilt of the sword and slowly walked through the hall to the square at the back.

The martial arts arena was empty, but Wang Wei could sense faint energy fluctuations around him. He knew someone had set up a formation here, waiting for him to step in.

The artifact was hidden so well that she didn't even notice it.

The divine sense covered the huge mountain gate, but there was still a space that could not be explored. Maybe her power was not enough. Taking back this mouth might help a little.

However, she had already sensed the whereabouts of the owner of this painting in the mortal world.

Wang Wei did not force his way into the formation, but instead teleported directly to where the famous painter was.

What she didn't expect was that the painter was actually locked up in a dungeon by the people of this sect.

Just now I was in a bright hall with a wide view, and the next moment I was in the cold and damp underground. It was a huge difference.

The painter was still wearing the coarse linen clothes, but they were no longer clean and tidy. They were covered with mud and dirt, and the clothes were torn in places. There were also many small wounds on his body caused by the bites of rats and reptiles.

His face was facing the ground, buried in a pile of dead branches and rotten grass. The mask he was wearing seemed to have been taken off, and only a little bit of his profile could be seen.

"Could this person be dead? How can he breathe in this position?" Wang Wei thought to herself as she approached cautiously.

Wang Wei cast a spell to break the iron lock on the door and walked straight into the cell.

"Hey!" Wang Wei leaned over and pushed the man's back, "Wake up, you are free and can leave from here."

The man's body was slightly stiff, and he frowned, worried that he couldn't ask anything, so he could only pass some spiritual power to the man. Giving spiritual power to mortals requires special attention. If you are not careful, the other party may not be able to bear it and explode and die.

The painter's fingers moved slightly, and it seemed that there was still life.

Pure spiritual energy flowed through the veins in his body, just like a long-frozen snow mountain turning into mountain spring in spring, gradually reviving.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw that Wang Wei had stopped transmitting spiritual power and walked to his side.

"The door is open, you can go, but before you go, I have a few questions--" Wang Wei was shocked by the scene in front of him before he could finish his words.

The painter had already climbed up from the ground and was facing her, with a flash of surprise in his pupils.

The painter in front of me...he actually...

No nose.

His face was almost as flat as a plain, with only two hole-like things in the middle of his face. It could be seen that these were old injuries, and the skin had healed, but it still looked a little scary at first glance.

Putting aside his nose, one can roughly see his original appearance: a man with delicate features and a scholarly air.

The painter realized that his face was seen, and immediately reached out to touch his face, only to find that the mask he was wearing had disappeared.

He immediately raised his not-so-wide sleeves to try to cover his face, but he felt that his hands and feet were not flexible enough, and no matter what he did, he could not hide the eternal imperfection on his face.

"Um... stop blocking me, I saw it all." Wang Wei said bluntly, "I have something to ask you, you can leave after you answer me."

"No... I won't leave!" The man's eyes were full of fear, and he covered his face, especially the place where his nose used to be.

Wang Wei has recovered. It’s just that he has no nose. Although it looks a little strange, that’s not the point.

"Hey! You are trapped here by them, don't you want to go out?"

"No, no! I don't want to leave here! I don't want to see anyone else!" The man shook his head in horror, as if Wang Wei, who opened the shackles for him, was his enemy.

Wang Wei watched his movements and suddenly realized something, so he used magic to weave a half mask with the hay beside him, which could only cover the lower half of his face.

The man saw the mask in her hand and wanted to snatch it away, but she was seen using magic to put it out of his reach.

He glared at Wang Wei fiercely, and Wang Wei said, "Make a deal with me, and this mask will be yours."

"You came here... for that painting too, right? Hahahahahaha..." The man covered his nose and laughed.

Wang Wei frowned slightly. No one dared to be so rude to her.

"I hid that painting," said the man.

"You are just an ordinary person, who can't find the things you hide?"

"You are indeed not an ordinary person." The man put away his smile and turned it into a bitter one.

"How did you get that painting?"

"It's fate."

"…Can you be more specific?"

"Why should I tell you? You are just like them. In order to fulfill some stupid wish, you have to snatch the only valuable thing in my life! Just because you are not mortals, not the weakest group of people, you can act so recklessly?"

The man did not take his hands off his face, but he stood up tremblingly and pointed his other hand at Wang Wei's nose.

Wang Wei used his spiritual power to wave away his raised hand, but his face showed no anger: "Oh? You know this painting can't make wishes come true. I thought that's why you collected it."

"I won't let you insult it!" The man was stunned after retorting, "Don't you know that this painting can't make your wish come true? Then why do you want it?"

"Save myself."

The man frowned and began to look at Wang Wei carefully with the look of a professional painter. For a moment, he felt that the person in the painting had a temperament quite similar to hers.

"You are so... so perfect and flawless, yet you need to be rescued?" the man muttered to himself, revealing a complicated expression.

Wang Wei pursed his lips and smiled: "Yes, perfection is just an appearance."

She threw the straw mask into the man's arms.

The man carefully turned his back, put on his mask, let out a long sigh, and then turned around.

He no longer looked nervous. Instead, he was quite interested in the woman who suddenly appeared in front of him. Perhaps it was because she always reminded him of the painting.

Although this was a prison, the man still carefully tidied up his appearance and sat up straight.

"I have a nickname in the painting industry, called Wumian. Everyone calls me the Wumian Painter. What's your name?"

"No one has ever been curious about my name. I advised you not to ask it. Now I am asking you."

No-Face narrowed his eyes and nodded.

"Where is the painting? How did you get it? What did you do with it?"

"You have so many questions!" Wu Lian was quite surprised. "I will answer them one by one."

Wu Lian began to narrate his past like a storyteller.

There was a severe drought in my hometown and there was no harvest.

People gradually died from plague and hunger, and the few survivors left their homes.

Wu Lian was fifteen or sixteen years old at that time. Compared with the old, weak and sick people in the village, he was one of the first people to flee the famine to the nearby town. Because he ran away early, the situation was not too serious and he successfully escaped into the nearby village.

But, he made a mistake.

This mistake made him regret for the rest of his life.

Because he was too hungry, he could not help but steal livestock from villagers three times to satisfy his hunger. He was caught, and because he stole from the home of a local bully, the government finally sentenced him to the punishment of cutting off the nose to serve as a warning to others.

From then on, his life never recovered.

His disability made the world laugh at him. No one cared why he made the mistake, but everyone knew that he was a criminal and would never be able to clear himself in his lifetime.

He applied for numerous jobs, but was rejected because of his past.

He was at his wit's end, but finally with the help of a small restaurant owner, his life gradually improved.

The boss was a middle-aged woman who traveled around and rented a restaurant here temporarily when she passed by here to do some personal business. She was well-known locally for her excellent cooking skills.

Wu Lian was extremely hungry at the time. The boss was kind enough to take out the food he had prepared for him and gave some to Wu Lian even though he had turned off the fire.

Wu Lian was extremely grateful and immediately offered to work like a slave for his boss.

Seeing his miserable life, the boss asked about his background and found out that he had been through so many things. Wu Lian wanted to hide it, but because of the boss's kindness, he told everything.

The boss was different from others. She seemed to empathize with his situation and let him help out in her shop. The pay was not high, but food and lodging were provided.

Later, the boss had to leave for an urgent matter, and left him a sum of money and two months' rent for the shop, and left in a hurry.

Wu Lian understood that once she left, they would never meet again in this life.

He bowed silently to the boss, took the money and left.

The world is so big that he can only wander with the wind.

Wearing a mask makes it much more convenient to act when you are outside.

Later, he came to Siqian City and saw countless art studios there. People didn't care about the painters' clothes and only looked at the works in their hands.

Some of those painters wore strange clothes, huge hats, or even masks, and they were all called eccentric.

He only covered half of his face, which made him inconspicuous among the crowd.

Perhaps it was the guidance of fate that he did gain a foothold here through painting.

Although it is not outstanding, I no longer have to sleep in the open air.

However, the gears of fate eventually turned to him.

Once when he was out collecting folk songs, he saw a beam of light falling from the sky into the woods not far away. He followed the light, traveling through mountains and rivers, and finally found the trace of the light under a waterfall.

Wu-Face ignored the danger and swam to the bottom of the waterfall, then dragged the bag ashore.

When I opened it, I saw a scroll inside, which was not even wet after being submerged in water.

When he unfolded the scroll, Wu-Mian was shocked to find that it was actually a painting!

The painting depicts a woman in red clothes and red armor. Strangely, there is a huge wing behind the woman, like the wings of an eagle.

Looking more closely, the woman did not have any facial features painted on her face. To be more precise, among her facial features, she only had a mouth.

At this moment, he seemed to have an epiphany. This painting gave him great inspiration. What if he also painted in the same way as this painting...

He dared to think and act. After all, there was nothing in his life that he was afraid to try. But he didn't expect that this time it would really work.

As if overnight, he became the most sought-after painter in the city. Because of his "eccentricity" and his original painting skills, he became one of the most famous painters in the city.

He finally ushered in a turning point in his life.

Wang Wei sat quietly listening. She shook her head, feeling a little sad about this ups and downs in life.

"How did that painting become rumored to be able to fulfill wishes?"