After I was reborn, I became the richest man in the underworld

Zhou Nan was too surprised to speak, staring at the young ghost servant sweeping the floor in front of him.

"The number one painter in the underworld? Is he Li Zhilan?"

The appearance of this ghost servant is very ordinary. Although the facial features are delicate upon closer inspection, this weakened figure is disheveled and has no artistic temperament.Is this the ghost painter of the underworld that Bai Wuchang often talks about?

After a while, he came back to his senses and asked Mu Xi: "Li Zhilan has been reincarnated a long time ago, why did you know it was him?"

Mu Xi was very sure: "I saw his self-portrait when I was in Youzhu Pavilion just now. You can see that the ink color on his lips is because he often licks the paint on the tip of the brush. There are also long-term ink stains on the fingertips..."

Zhou Nan took a closer look, and it really wasn't bad.

"If it's really Painter Li, then things will be more complicated."

He approached Li Zhilan, looked at him mechanically repeating the action of sweeping dust, his heart was full of doubts.

According to Bai Wuchang, Li Zhilan chose to reincarnate many years ago because he had painted everything in the underworld and felt that there was no interest in life.

And now why is it locked in this secret ashes prison?

Where did Mr. Chen go?

Also, what's going on with this ghost stove?

He has a terrible headache.

Everything is closely linked, and there is not much time left for them. The barrier he set up when he came in will not last long, and the answer must be found out immediately.

Looking at Li Zhilan, he lowered his head and said respectfully: "I'm sorry, Senior Li."

With a snap of the fingers, a white light flashed across, and the ruined wall just now rose up on the ground in an instant, and a high wall with a halo was built brick by brick.

"Senior Li, please draw what you know."

Zhou Nan tapped Li Zhilan's forehead, and Li Zhilan's eyes immediately became turbulent.

When he looked at the gleaming high wall, an obsessive smile appeared on his originally stiff face.

Now Mu Xi can be absolutely sure that this is Li Zhilan, because this expression is exactly the same as the self-portrait.

It's just that for some reason, although he was smiling intoxicatedly, it was unbearable, as if there was infinite desolation in this smile.

Li Zhilan walked towards the high wall step by step with heavy steps, took out her paintbrush from her sleeve, hesitated for a moment, then changed her expression suddenly, and finally swiped the brush.

The moment they saw Li Zhilan start writing, both Zhou Nan and Mu Xi were stunned.

"Bai Wuchang lied to me, painter Li is not only good at painting farmhouse music..."

When he was painting, he was elated, almost crazy.

Splashing ink gradually turned into an illusion, and for a while, the grass grew and warblers flew, and the whole ashes purgatory surged with it.

Wherever he brushes, it is as if he is on the scene, and his paintings can even record the sound.

The wind blows the grass, the rain hits the plantains, every little sound can appear with his paintings.

It seems that these stories already exist on this wall, but they have been dusty for a long time, and he just unlocked them.

Zhou Nan now fully understands why Li Zhilan was opposed by the whole hell when she wanted to reincarnate. It would be a pity for the Six Realms if this kind of fairy pen was forgotten in Meng Po Tang.

But so what?He could feel Li Zhilan's pain right now, the moment he touched his forehead just now, he clearly felt his struggle.

Suddenly, Li Zhilan has already drawn more than half of the story.

And every time he drew a plot, Zhou Nan and Mu Xi's feeling of suffocation deepened.

Finally, they learned the secret of the Ashes Prison under the pen of the No. [-] painter in the underworld.

When Li Zhilan first entered the underworld, there were paintings everywhere he saw. In a hundred years, he had painted all the faces of all beings in the underworld.

All ghosts know that painter Li is a top-notch painter, and in order to paint all kinds of scenes in the underworld, he even gave up the chance of reincarnation.In this way, he was made a god in the underworld, and the paintings he wrote were priceless.

But no matter how big the world is, it has an end.

One day, he finally stopped painting, only to realize that a hundred years have passed.

As a result, the news that the first painter was going to be reincarnated spread throughout the underworld, and all the ghosts were sad.

But the night before reincarnation, he was invited by the Eight Palaces.

In order to keep the No. [-] painter in the underworld, Badian Ghost King took great pains: "Painter Li, my subordinates have newly developed a batch of paints with high-quality materials and first-class color. Why don't painters give it a try?"

Li Zhilan was unmoved: "There is nowhere to paint in this underworld, so what's the use of the best brushes and paints?"

The Ghost King of the Eight Palaces smiled and said: "Don't say that, painter, there are still many things that can be painted. I have invited you here today, because I have very good news."

Saying that, a man in black with a cloak came out from behind the screen.

Seeing this, Zhou Nan and Mu Xi looked at each other again, and their hearts tightened in unison.

But it is estimated that Li Zhilan did not see clearly the appearance of the man in black at that time. In the painting, his entire face was covered by the shadow of the cloak.

The man in black spoke with a thick voice: "The number one painter in the underworld, he has long admired his name."

Li Zhilan was expressionless, and the man in black continued: "I heard that the painter is good at portraits? I know a person who is the most difficult to draw in the world. I wonder if the painter is interested?"

"There is no one who is difficult to draw in the world." Li Zhilan replied very lightly.

The man in black let out a weird laugh: "Don't be so confident, painter, if you haven't seen a real person, can you still draw it?"

Li Zhilan paused for a moment, then calmly said: "How difficult is this, just describe it."

At this time, the man in black approached Li Zhilan and lowered his voice.

"If it's just a child, can you draw what he will look like ten years from now?"

Zhou Nan choked for breath, what he was most afraid of was coming.He had a hunch that this child was him.

Li Zhilan's eyebrows fluctuated slightly, and an unknown light shone in his eyes.

He, who is addicted to painting like his life, has rekindled his hope.

"Yes. But I still need to know his last name, his parents' ancestral home, where he lives, and what he usually does."

The man in black was silent for a moment, his tone slightly suspicious: "What are you asking these for?"

Li Zhilan took out the Langhao paintbrush from his cuff, lowered his head and fiddled with the tip of the brush, his fingertips were covered in ink.

After a long while, he said seriously: "Of course it's painting. When painting portraits, you only need to know the five sense organs and figure, and at most you can draw seven or eight parts realistically. Such paintings are just superficial. If you want to draw a person with flesh and blood and soul , his life, his character, his beliefs... all must be understood."

The Ghost King of Eight Palaces suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and said proudly to the man in black: "How? I told you, this is a genius! What you want to do, only Painter Li can do it in the world."

"Genius?" the man in black said while looking up and down Li Zhilan, half serious and half playful, "Okay, I want to see how capable this number one painter in the underworld is."

At this time, Li Zhilan's face was still pale, but his eyes were full of colors.

The man in black circled around and stopped in front of him, clearing his throat.

"Then trouble the painter to accompany me to Nian Cimen."