The painting style is refreshing and exquisite, the lines are smooth, the battle scenes are extremely impactful, and the daily scenes are handled with great charm.Coupled with a plot with an excellent sense of rhythm and storytelling, and a "retired boss" character design that is both good and evil.

It didn't take long for "The Exorcist's Handbook" to attract a group of fans, pure comic fans.Which rookie artist does not have such a publicity effort, what a gimmick is there when popular traffic diverts to comics?

Regardless of whether you are here to play or are curious, you will take a look at the content.

We are serious about black people, black has to be black enough to have content, and we can't mess around.

As a result, it turned out that he had fallen into the pit again.

Artist fans don't need to worry, because the protagonist's face is Xia Yueming's face, and he shamelessly paints himself in all kinds of suave, except for the occasional sand sculpture and potato painting style.

Is there a strange sense of sight that the master draws fan comics?And the character design of the exorcist is really handsome. The half-blood demon who was sealed because he was too powerful was accidentally awakened, and because of poverty, he embarked on the road of exorcising demons and making money.

However, the profession of demon slayer... Demon slayers are poor for three generations, and magic spells ruin their lives.

After compensating for all kinds of things and buildings destroyed after exorcising demons, why does it seem to be poorer?

In order to eat, the demon slayer occasionally had to work as a model part-time, and was even discovered by his agent to become a newcomer in the entertainment industry.The identity of the boss and the identity of the bottom of the entertainment industry collided with extraordinary sparks—stop it, boss, be gentle with the investor's father, it really won't work by grabbing your feet and hanging upside down!

The latest popular elements: class rebirth, metaphysics, entertainment circle, all of them are available.The character design is a little bit closer to that of the main character, and more intimate.

If you follow an idol, you should also follow his comics, that's right, that's it!

The fans resolutely jumped into the pit, but everyone knows the update speed of the manga, and it is hard work for the author to have one episode a week.Qingchuan is a diligent writer, his normal speed is one chapter a week.

So before he knew it, the comments below his wb went like this:

——Oh, oh, I want to see the beautiful photos of Mingyue~

Becomes like this:

--Even!Quick update!Don't stop every day!

Can you believe that this is the wb of a serious entertainment niche?

"Why did you suddenly think of serializing comics? You don't really plan to quit and draw comics, do you?" Lu Yuan bluffed on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, considering that I may not have a movie to shoot in the future, I plan to designate myself as the protagonist when the comic becomes popular and can be adapted into a movie or TV series."

This is of course nonsense, Qing Chuan feels that he will not be reduced to the point where he has to cut meat and produce food if he wants a role.

However, Lu Yuan believed it, and he seriously comforted Qing Chuan, "It's impossible to have no filming. Your acting skills are so good that anyone with eyes can see it. You have to believe in yourself and don't care about short-term gains and losses. Those companies can't cover the sky with one hand. One day everyone will see your worth."

"Thank you for your comfort."

"You're welcome, is it convenient to ask if there is an update today?"

Qing Chuan directly turned off the phone: No, don't think about it.

Fighting alone really lacks resources. The few newcomers who became popular in the web drama that day were all arranged by the company to take over the drama. Even Lu Yuan is now in the crew, only Qingchuan is still in the embarrassing state of not having a drama.

The one with the best acting skills has no filming, which is a bit ironic when I think about it.

Some people have already started to get anxious, anxious to find a company to sell themselves, but Qingchuan is not in a hurry, he paints every day, and digs up the legacy of Gu Lanxin when he has time—yes, he died half a month ago up.

Qingchuan left things in the mental hospital, so he quickly found the murderer based on the remnants at the scene.One of Gu Lanxin's senior brothers attacked, the method was quite neat and neat, and the other party also used some kind of poisonous insect.

Gu Lanxin lost the memory of spells, became old and ugly again, and was no longer worthwhile.Perhaps it was for this reason that he was killed.Or, Qingchuan's behavior of frantically digging out the formation heart to destroy the formation was discovered, and they thought it was Gu Lanxin who leaked the secret?

The supernatural event discussion forum is also talking about Gu Lanxin's death. After all, a generation of witches, the reward list is still hanging on the homepage, and there are quite a lot of five-digit forum coins.

The reward lists in the forums are full of evil cultivators, and each of them has more than a dozen lives in their hands directly and indirectly, and many have hundreds of lives in their hands.But these people's life-saving ability is max, they are as slippery as loaches, and they are especially hard to find.

To let them get away with it is to be irresponsible to ordinary people.These people use all kinds of supernatural powers, and ordinary people cannot defend against them at all.

Qing Chuan added some realistic and effective evil-fighting tricks and runes to his comics, and he made a batch of Ping An cards of the same style as a demon slayer himself, which he gave to his fans as benefits and peripherals.

For ordinary evil spirits, the evil-breaking function on the safety card is enough.

If these safety cards are directly broken when encountering too powerful evil objects, Qingchuan will immediately sense it and quickly locate it.

Although he sent out so many cards, in his heart, he didn't want any of the cards to be broken, which meant that the fans were in big trouble.However, this kind of thing never goes according to people's wishes. At about nine o'clock tonight, he suddenly felt that a piece of the peace card was broken.

At this point, he had already fallen asleep, but he got up immediately, put on his clothes and coat in a hurry, with plush slippers on his feet, and the person had already appeared at the scene.

"..."

Qing Chuan blinked, feeling that the matter was not simple.

No wonder the location is so strange, it is actually on the sea, this should be a certain room.On a large table, there was a box of white powdery things.On the opposite side is a group of high-nosed, deep-eyed, crooked nuts, behind is a group of black-haired and yellow-skinned Asians, and there is also a group of people in the middle, who just came in from the door.

You are also holding a gun, and I am holding a gun, and the broken safety card is hanging on the mobile phone of one of the big brothers with an inch.

I never expected that you, little brother, look so vicious, that you are also a star chaser.

"Excuse me, excuse me." Qing Chuan was about to leave immediately.

"Leave him!" The old man on the opposite side suddenly widened his eyes, like a raw wolf, his eyes were green, no, his eyes were indeed green, and now they are even greener.

Qing Chuan didn't understand it at all, but felt it was familiar.But seeing a group of people on the opposite side aiming their guns at him in unison, one knew that it was definitely not a good word.However, at this moment, a cloud of black air came out from the exhaust channel of the ceiling, rushed towards him with claws and teeth, and was subconsciously pinched and blocked by him.

Qing Chuan looked at the mass of rampant black air in his hand that couldn't break through the barrier. It changed shape and jumped like thunder. What is this?

It looks like some kind of demon, evil spirit or something.

"Who are you? Why did you appear here? What did you do to us?" Faced with this weird scene, several people were extremely calm, and they didn't even shake their hands holding guns—no way, they were all pinned down up.

Similar to the immobilization technique, this is the first practice, and the effect is excellent.

"Can you speak English? Speak slowly, my English is also very average." Qing Chuan finally understood what they were talking about, Italian, familiar because he had learned it before.Unfortunately, after hundreds of years of use, the Italian he had learned was returned to the original owner long ago, and Qingchuan didn't understand a word.

"Chinese?" The eyes of the people at the door lit up, and the first one still held the gun, "We are the police."

Eh?

Wait a minute, why do you know right away that he is Chinese?Do you have a strong accent?Can you tell they are Chinese?His English is really that bad?

……A few minutes later.

After checking the documents, Qing Chuan released the people who rushed in.Immediately they rubbed the other two parties on the ground, put away their weapons, and put on their silver bracelets.It is said that their boat will soon approach and take the group away.

Although this is the high seas, the ships are registered in China, so they can be captured.

"Thank you, I don't know how to address it?" The black-faced man looked at Qingchuan cautiously.

If Qing Chuan hadn't made such a fortune, their brothers would have suffered heavy casualties, and the operation might have failed, allowing the big drug lord to slip away.He is even more curious about Qingchuan's origin, this ability is really anti-scientific and challenges common sense.

"Before answering this question, can I ask where this pendant on your phone came from?" Qing Chuan pointed at the broken wooden sign.

All he gave away were fans, how could he run to this black guy?This person obviously doesn't know him, nor is he a fan, otherwise how could he show no expression to this face?

If the other party didn't say that he was a policeman, Qing Chuan turned around and left.Such a group of people who look like dangerous people are also related to drugs. It's good if they don't kill them. Save the ghosts.

"Ah?" The black man looked down at the fragments of the wooden sign hanging on the phone, looked at Qing Chuan from head to toe in doubt, and couldn't help but look at a pair of furry slippers for a few more seconds.

"Could it be that you are a... goblin who escaped from this wooden sign?"

As soon as these words came out, he himself had a strange look on his face, and felt that the three views were a little shaky.This seems to be a typical development of a fairy tale. A person accidentally breaks something, and a goblin or a devil comes out of it.

Qingchuan: ...

"No, I'm a real person, a warlock, a wizard, whatever you want to call it." He pointed to the fragment, "I'm an entertainer in my proper profession, this is my gift to fans, it can resist evil forces, if you encounter The powerful evil wooden sign is broken, and I will feel it."

"I thought that one of my fans had an accident, so I hurried over here, but I didn't expect..." It turned out to be this kind of fight scene.

Then the cooperation between the police and the people was reached by accident.

"Can I ask, how did you get it?" Since this big man is not his fan, how did he get the Ping An card?

"My daughter gave it to me, saying it was a lucky charm given to her by her idol. It turns out that you are her idol." The good girl has a unique vision, and it is rare to chase a real person instead of a two-dimensional paper one, and she is so popular of.

The black man was a little emotional. He might have thought of his daughter, and his face was full of tenderness.

That's not bad, it kept the little fans' smiles.Although things started unexpectedly, fortunately, the end result is good.Now that the matter is clear, Qingchuan doesn't want to get involved in other people's troubles: "I'm fine, do you have any questions? I'll leave after asking."

leave?

This is not allowed!The few remaining people looked over, the words just now contained too much information, and they didn't know that there was such a mysterious power in this world that could hold people in place and travel through space.

This is too cool, right?

Moreover, this situation must be reported, how can they keep him?

"Sir, how can I contact you? Before this, I never thought that someone could appear out of thin air, and it wasn't magic." bracelet, but followed by a constable.

No, that was not the old man. He tore off the thin mask on his face, revealing his pale skin. He was a beautiful mixed-race man with a completely different flavor, with curly black hair, green eyes, and a mysterious and melancholy temperament.

"I'm Franka." He stretched out a hand, which was white and slender after peeling off the upper layer of fake skin, but with calluses on the tiger's mouth, for playing with guns.

"Xia Yueming." Qing Chuan stretched out his hand and shook it politely.

"Xia." He called Qingchuan's surname very familiarly, "I am very interested in your appearance, oh my god, that is really amazing, can we have a drink?"

"Maybe you can consult a magician in your country."

Don't ask me, don't make an appointment, next question.

That person showed a charming smile to Qing Chuan, obviously he knew how to show his charm, such as looking at others with those deep green eyes, "If I need your help, how should I find you?"

"You may not be able to find me, but it doesn't matter, you can go to the police." Qingchuan refused again cruelly.

"But there is an evil force on this ship, as you have seen, it has attacked us and you as well. And I'm not sure if there are others on this ship." The handsome man threw hormones at him from another angle.

Qingchuan closed his eyes and opened them in a few seconds, "No more, just this one, you can rest assured." This is a cruise ship floating on the sea, with three floors above and three floors below, all of which are bright and beautiful people and Beautiful men and women.

But the ship is now under control, and everyone is in their room, either cursing or panicking.

He also saw a familiar person.

"Xia Yueming." He spoke Chinese characters with a proper accent, and fixed his eyes on Qingchuan, as if implying that he already knew his name and could find out his specific information soon, "I'm Franka. Looking forward to seeing you next time."

Qingchuan: ...

It's not that Qingchuan is narcissistic, he feels that this person is seducing him, at least he is gaining favorability, strange, where does he show that he is male?Because of these furry shoes on your feet?Or the thin gold chain around the ankle?

Or, similar radar of a certain group?

"You should go." The police officer behind him punched Franke unhappily, bah, you are not allowed to hook up with the high-ranking people in our country.If you want to get close, please get a Nobel first, and then apply for a green card.

"We just finished working together, so you don't have to be so ruthless, right? Dear Xia, I'll come back to you in a few days." Before Franke left, she would give Qing Chuanfei a look.

The black-faced man saw Franka go away, and then turned to Qing Chuan, "I wonder if you can leave a contact number, about the bonus."

Qingchuan, who was short of money, took out a piece of paper without saying a word, and wrote down his name and number, "I'm an artist by profession, so it's easy to find. If you need anything in the future, you can find me, and I'll give you a discount." This is straightforward, Fran Ka saw that he was going to cry.

"I'll pass it on to the person in charge."

"Well, it's late, bye."

After saying that, Qing Chuan's figure became blurred and disappeared instantly.

But he didn't leave the ship, and the next second he appeared in a room on the first floor, "I'm curious, this is your business trip? Xiao Ge."

"Qing? Am I dreaming?" Wei Ge was very pleasantly surprised. He stepped forward and hugged him fiercely, and rolled onto the bed from the window. A pair of furry slippers.

"You haven't explained why you are on this ship." Qing Chuan frowned, stepped on his chest, and was held and kissed instead.Qingchuan smelled the strong smell of alcohol on him, "How much alcohol have you drunk?"

In fact, Wei Ge, who didn't drink much, pretended to be stupid by drinking, holding Qing Chuan tightly with both hands, rubbing against his body, poking his hands through the skirt of his clothes, "Qing, I miss you so much."

Qing Chuan was furious, propped his elbows on the bed and rolled over, pushing Wei Ge down on the bed.

He stretched out his hand to comb his somewhat messy hair back, exposing his full forehead, "I'll give you 10 minutes to take a shower."

Wei Ge: ...

An hour of confusion passed.

"Ability, Xiaoge, are you starting to smuggle now?"

After taking a shower, Qing Chuan was wearing Wei Ge's pajamas, sitting on the sofa, his voice was lazily, and a little hoarse, making every bone numb.

"They were the ones who smuggled. I was speculating in stocks at most, but I didn't do anything illegal." Wei Ge smiled and kissed the back of Qing Chuan's hand, then rubbed his hands to sniff the fragrance of his body, making small movements continuously.

Qing Chuan didn't really want to move now, he squinted and looked at the sky outside which was gradually smeared with orange red, his eyes were dizzy, he originally asked about a business trip, but in the end he wasted more than an hour in a daze.No wonder there is such a poem handed down: the spring night is bitter, the day is high, and the king will not go to court early.Alas, beauty deceives people.

"Why did Qing appear here? Did she come to look for me?"

"No." Qing Chuan brutally broke his illusions, he recounted what happened yesterday from the beginning to the end, and when he mentioned Franke, Wei Ge had a different expression.

So Qing Chuan asked him: "Do you know that Franke?" He didn't look like a serious businessman, and his evil spirit was too heavy.

"I know, a well-known arms dealer, this cooperation is also to get rid of the enemy, but it can't reach the country. It doesn't matter if they know about you?"

"It doesn't matter, I didn't hide it. Dual career is very interesting, and it can dissuade a group of troublemakers." A group of bosses from various industries pretend to be fans for the welfare of fans. This picture is really beautiful when you think about it.

Moreover, he really wants to cooperate with the country, and cooperate with each other on an equal footing, with both fists and smiles.

Although Wei Ge sincerely persuaded him to stay, Qing Chuan went back immediately. It was twelve o'clock now, he ate some porridge, and then had a good sleep. The next day he felt full of blood again.Indulging in lust is really a big taboo in self-cultivation, Qing Chuan felt that he needed to restrain himself.

He caught the black air mass received on the ship and studied it.

At first, this thing pretended to be stupid, but later realized that there was no escape, so it poured out everything it knew like pouring water into a bamboo tube.

It is indeed an evil thing, and it usually attaches itself to human beings to do bad things. It just escaped from an evil cultivator and has a unique vision. The wooden sign popped out, and then fell into Qing Chuan's hands.

It's really a death before the master.

Following this black air mass, Qing Chuan quickly found the original owner, who was an acquaintance - he had seen it many times in Gu Lanxin's memory, he was one of Gu Lanxin's senior brothers, he was on the run from evil cultivators, and his net worth was as high as six figures. Forum currency.

Can such a walking treasure, Qingchuan, be released?

Just kidding, he's been wanting to buy those dry goods posts for a long time.

The system silently watched the evil cultivator who would become the final villain in the original plot get tied up in a fishing net and exchanged for a mere six-figure forum currency.And Qing Chuan's level in the forum has also risen to the level of the senior because of this.

This year's villain is no good, losing without dignity.

It was also at this time that a mysterious state department contacted him, and after fighting with the person in charge, Qingchuan successfully became a non-staff member.

There is nothing to do on weekdays, and retired veteran cadres are almost the same. They are paid when they are idle, and the five social insurances and one housing fund are complete.

They will come to him when there is an important matter, but there is no mandatory rule on whether they are willing to take action, and the boss has the power to do whatever he wants.As long as he didn't commit any crimes or break the law, everything was easy to talk about here, and there were even many benefits.

"Forget about those benefits. I want to ask, are there occasional movies with the main theme that the country participates in? I just don't have a movie recently." In short, you know.

principal:……

Because there is no play now, Qing Chuan stays at home, learning the spells here, and updating the manga at the same time.If you have nothing to do, just post a research post on the formation of cabbage price on the forum. How many young people bow to these posts at the price of cabbage, thank you seniors.

One day, a strange call came.

"Xia, I'm Franka." The other side spoke very awkward Chinese, but Qing Chuan immediately recognized it. Isn't this the arms dealer?

"I recognize you." He didn't ask how the other party found his number, as long as he looked for it, he would definitely find it.

"Can I see you? You took care of the trouble on the ship. As a possible victim, I thought I should thank you."

"Impossible." Qing Chuan flatly refused.

"If you like the entertainment industry, I can provide resources. You can appoint a director and screenwriter to tailor your own movie. Even if it is the best director and the most famous screenwriter at the Oscars, you deserve the best in the world."

"Not interested in."

A low laugh came from the other end of the phone, "Really? Got it, then see you next time."

Qing Chuan looked at the mobile phone in his hand, tsk, the arrogance of a capitalist.

He had checked Franke, and he was indeed a majestic black arms dealer with a lot of business on the surface, rich and powerful.However, this person is on the blacklist that prohibits entering the territory of China. Unless he comes by his own private plane and is specially invited, he will not be able to set foot on the territory of China.

Doesn't even a private jet have to be licensed?

Qingchuan doesn't need to worry at all, because last time he tricked a big drug lord, and this person is being chased thousands of miles away, so he won't be able to find Qingchuan for a while.

This phone call reminded him of Wei Ge's matter. The last time the cruise ship was a special invitation type, it was full of promising potential wealthy businessmen, and many of them were also involved in some smuggling or more dangerous industries.

Xiao Ge didn't do that kind of dangerous thing. He partnered with others to buy oil fields.Didn't expect Xiao Ge's capital to expand enough to buy oil fields?He always thought that Xiao Ge was just an ordinary game operator.

This ability to make money is too strong, attracting wealth and treasures, Pixiu reincarnated.

Until the spring of the following year, when the first season of "The Exorcist's Handbook" ended, the master exorcist, who was short of money and love, won the first-line niche with his true performance, but Qingchuan still hadn't received a new play.

However, his topicality is not low at all. After all, artists who rely on comics for a living, dare not say that there will be no one in the future, and that is also unprecedented.What's more, the stories in his comics are so interesting and look so cool, it's hard to tell whether he has more fans of artists or more fans of comics.

At this time, a publishing house contacted him about the publishing of comics, and gave him a super discount that was simply irresistible.

Qing Chuan, who was poorer than the magician, went there (the bonus for helping to crack down on drug lords had already gone to repair the library), but what he saw was not the editor of the publishing house, and a waiter who was fascinated by hormones all over his body Plain crooked nuts.

Those green eyes are haunting.

Qingchuan frowned.

Fortunately, the other party knew how to measure, and just smiled very friendly at Qing Chuan, without winking, "It's not easy to meet you this time."

Franke smiled and talked about what she had done to enter the Chinese territory, such as selling a batch of high-tech weapons at half price, donating a charitable fund, investing in mainland enterprises, and so on.In this way, he was pulled out of the blacklist.

But it was all worth it, especially after he had met several other practitioners of supernatural powers.

So when he found that he couldn't go abroad, the green-eyed man came to the door by himself.

"You didn't come here to complain?" Qing Chuan took a sip from the teacup on the table.It's still good tea, not that kind of tea powder, but the tea leaves standing upright, with a strong fragrance.

"Of course not, I'm here for you." He blinked at Qingchuan, "I know that warlocks here in Huaxia not only specialize in destroying evil, but can also calculate fate, find lost property, and relatives and friends. Is this true?"

"It's true, I was the wrong one to look for. My specialty is to destroy evil. You have to find someone else to calculate your fate." Qing Chuan was thinking about introducing this business to Ms. Lin, and the crooked nut in front of him looked like a Fat sheep, will be able to eat a full meal.

"I don't believe in fate." He said, suddenly with a strange smile, "Xia, do you know how many people are staring at you along the way? I don't believe in fate, but many people believe in prophecies, and some people want to know the secret of space travel."

There is never a locked secret in this world. With so many people seen on the ship, enough news has spread in the past few months.The attraction of space shuttle is too great, this mysterious power makes people crazy.

Qing Chuan knew what he was talking about, but what he said was: "As a public figure, one must have the consciousness of being watched by others."

Franke also drank tea, "You are safe in your own home, but you won't stay out forever. My news is fairly well-informed, and it may help you. Sometimes, interests are more trustworthy than feelings."

He shrugged, "I have no malice towards you, I just want to protect myself. After all, there are so many forces in this world that cannot be explained by science. Everyone cherishes their lives, and so do I."

"Does publishing matter still count?" Qing Chuan asked him.

Franka heard the sign of a chance to cooperate, and his expression was more gentle, "Forget it, your cartoon is very interesting, many people are reading it, including me. More people will read it in the future. I can ask, here Is the head's story true or false? I hope this question does not involve your privacy."

"Half true, half false."

The green-eyed man nodded. He still had another question, "Why do you want to be an artist?" You are so powerful, but you want to act.

Qingchuan was silent for a moment, "For...love and peace?"

The author has something to say: Qingchuan: For love and peace.

Franka: ?Old man in subway looking at mobile phone JPG

Qingchuan: You guys have changed, you are no longer the cuties who were satisfied with a selfie.

Fans: Stop talking nonsense, add more!

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