Reckless Through The New World

One thing is certain, the painter who killed the hotel clerk and escaped was absolutely impossible to look like this in the first place.

Going out at night with this appearance can scare people to death. Don't expect to be a painter with such a person, because no one would want to sit in front of him and be his model.

Painters belong to artists, and artists still have minimum requirements for appearance. I don't ask you to be handsome and handsome, and you don't have to be beautiful, but at least...you have to look like a person.

It's fine to look like a skin-covered skeleton like this guy, to be a clown in a circus, or to be a charlatan, but it's impossible to be a decent artist.

Moreover, if he really looks like this, it is impossible not to mention it in the mission information. When Panda and the others went out of the city, when they confirmed the whereabouts of this guy to the guards, it was impossible for the guards to only say "the tall and thin man in red" instead of "looks like a ghost".

In other words, this guy should have become like this recently—that is, on the way to escape, or even when he was just fighting.

Panda's eyes narrowed, he had seen similar situations in the game, and there were many more. When the undead natural disaster version is opened in the future, there will be many such monsters in the world. They were originally human, but they were controlled by the magic weapon of necromancy and transformed into something that was half human and half undead.

These magical tools are equivalent to weakened versions of skull rings, which cannot allow the holder to become a Necromancer, but can only turn them into a Necromancer. In the original undead natural disaster version, he didn't know how many such monsters he killed.

It's just... Now that even the Western Land Wars version has only begun, why did the monsters from the Undead Natural Disaster version come?

He thought about it, but couldn't think of the reason. He asked his guild's companions again. Everyone was also confused, so he could only write down this doubt and wait for the answer in the future.

Just when Panda was thinking, Erwin and the others had already caught the murderer. This guy has the ability, but he is actually a coward. Two fingers were blown off by Ren's spell, and it was like a bone was pulled. He lost all his courage. half resistance.

When tying him, Erwin and the others found that this guy looked scrawny, but he was actually quite strong - or solid. Rolling all the way down the hillside, he didn't know how many times he hit the sharp stones. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago, but he didn't have any obvious injuries on his body.

This kind of defensive power, let alone ordinary people, even Erwin, a little master who has already mastered Dou Qi, is far behind.

Erwin was of course curious, and after tying him up, he couldn't help but ask.

As a result of this question, the murderer who used to be a painter suddenly became excited and shouted, "You are jealous of my talent", "This dirty world", "Art is dead" and so on, I don't know how much resentment he wants to vent.

Panda was awakened from his thoughts by his noise, looked at him with a very indignant look, and asked, "Are you wronged?"

"certainly!"

"Oh? Where is the grievance?"

"They all look down on me!" the painter said angrily, "I painted seriously, but I was devalued by others; I spent half a month of hard work, and spent almost a gold coin in material costs, so good Landscape paintings that are easy to draw, those who don’t know the goods actually say that my paintings don’t look like them! What do they know! I picked the essence of the scenery and showed it with bright and rich colors, with a mere ‘like’ character , compared to the realm I showed, it is far from the realm!"

"Then what?" Panda asked.

"I couldn't sell my painting, so I had to borrow money to buy materials and paint again. This time I painted a man and a corpse to show the shortness of life. As a result, those **** actually said that they only want half of this painting! Only half of it! ?! If it's only half of it, how can I reflect the essence of my art?"

"It didn't sell in the end?" Ren asked.

"Of course I can't sell it! So I borrowed money again and painted for the third time. This time, because the money I borrowed was small and I owed accommodation fees, the hotel owner actually instigated the waiter to disturb me every now and then! They dared to disturb my creation! "Although he's skinny as a skeleton, the anger on the painter's face can be seen from the skin. "They only provided me with one meal a day on the pretext of not paying for the accommodation. That's all, they interrupted my inspiration again and again, once, twice, three times... They are killing me!"

Erwin couldn't help nodding: "You are indeed a bit miserable."

"Yeah! Too hateful! Too hateful!" the painter roared, "Unfortunately, I only had time to kill the troublemaker, but I couldn't kill the black-hearted boss! And I couldn't kill the ignorant gallery manager. Oh! It's hateful! It's hateful!"

He kept roaring, and black gas kept coming out of his body, which was really ghostly. Although it was broad daylight, it made people feel gloomy and cold, not to mention Ren and Riana, even Erwin, who was not afraid of the sky and earth, couldn't help shivering.

Just then, the panda interrupted the painter's roar.

"I only have one question," he said. "How much did you borrow from the innkeeper?"

"Twenty gold coins, a small penny!" replied the painter.

Panda smiled and asked, "Then how much is the rent you owe?"

"No more than ten gold coins," replied the painter.

Panda nodded and continued to ask, "What would happen to you if someone else lent you thirty gold coins and not only refused to pay it back, but also scolded you all day long?"

The painter reacted immediately and shouted: "I only need to draw a picture and sell it, what is it for a mere thirty gold coins!"

"When was the last time you sold a painting?"

"...Five or six years ago."

"At that time, how much did it sell for?"

The painter hesitated for a while and replied, "Two gold coins."

Panda nodded and said, "You deserve it."

"Nonsense! You're with them too! You're all jealous of my talent! You're all mediocre people who don't understand art! You're just uniting to kill me, wanting to kill me, and then using your legacy I will auction my paintings in the name of me! I will never give them to you!"

The painter roared frantically again, gradually incoherent.

The panda sighed, golden light flashed on his hand, and the divine power turned into a talisman and slammed on his forehead.

The painter's body suddenly stiffened, and his cursing and roaring stopped. The black energy on his body quickly dissipated, his face slowly showed a human appearance, his expression gradually became peaceful and sad, and finally he turned back into a handsome but haggard young man.

"Ah...I remembered, in fact, because I couldn't paint a satisfactory work, I frantically used my own blood to paint. Last night, I bled too much and died in front of the drawing board..." He muttered to himself, deeply With a sigh, "Holy priest, thank you for saving my soul!"

Panda smiled and asked, "Now that you are awake, what do you think of the people you cursed just now?"

"They're a bunch of mediocre people who don't understand the beauty of art or respect for art!" the painter snorted coldly, "They live in a daze, like beasts! It's not worth mentioning at all!"

"Then what do you think of the waiter you killed?"

"What is there to say about something that lives like an animal?" the painter asked back.

The panda sighed, shook his head, and withdrew his divine power, only to see the painter's body withered quickly, and soon returned to its original appearance, but his body no longer had even a little bit of vitality and remained motionless. turned into a corpse.

"This...what's going on?" Erwin asked in surprise.

"Just a delusional person." Panda shook his head and said, "When he encounters misfortune, he will take revenge on others for his pain, but he has no idea if he has made a mistake somewhere... This kind of person is sick! "

"What's wrong?" Ren asked curiously.

"Nervous disease." Panda said, "If there is no cure, early death and early rebirth."