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

When Li Zhilan followed the man in black to Niancimen, it happened that Jiuyou burned down the sect in a big fire.

The fire was shining brightly, and Li Zhilan was on the top of Niancimen Mountain, and drew the century-old sect in the raging fire, as well as the female head in a red robe watching the fire from the other side.

The flames made her eyes red, and she was indifferent.

That was the second year of Zhou Nan's fake death.In order to cut off the minds of all the sects calling for souls, Jiu You burned everything related to him.

Zhou Nan was stunned, and unconsciously took a step forward. Mu Xi turned to look at him, and there was a dark tide surging in those bottomless eyes.

After returning from Nian Cimen, the Ghost King of Eight Palaces hid Li Zhilan in this ashes prison under the lotus pond, in the euphemistic name of letting him concentrate on painting without being disturbed.

From that day on, Li Zhilan began to paint day and night, for several years at a time.

One drawing after another, Zhou Nan was six, seven, eight, nine...

Even Zhou Nan himself was stunned... He didn't expect that Li Zhilan could paint him so meticulously with only such a few clues.

He thinks it's over, it seems that today is going to be lost... After a while, Mu Xi will find out that he is Zhou Feiyang.

Li Zhilan continued to draw, Zhou Nan was in a state of confusion, not knowing how to face Mu Xi in a while.

He thought of many words of explanation, but at this moment, he didn't want to say a word.

Just like at the end of the previous life, when Mu Xi drew his sword and faced each other, he asked him if he was Zhou Feiyang.

At that time, based on their relationship, as long as he shook his head, Mu Xi would believe him.But he didn't want to lie to him anymore.

Suddenly regaining consciousness, he sneaked a guilty glance at Mu Xi.

Mu Xi was frowning slightly, watching seriously.

Li Zhilan was just drawing when he was taking the scroll to find the Eight Palace Ghost King, when he heard the voice of the man in black talking outside the door.

"According to the agreement between you and me, the day is coming soon. But your painter hasn't finished painting yet?"

Badian said in a low voice: "I'm not worried about Painter Li at all, but I am worried about you."

"What does the eight kings mean by this? We have cooperated so far, and you are still not at ease?"

"I only care about results."

"Don't forget, you are now ostracized, and the King of Hades no longer trusts you. Without my help, do you think you can take the position?"

"Hmph, everyone gets what they want, I don't like to hear threats."

"Hahahahahahahahaha, the Eighth Prince laughed at me. Threat is too strong a word. I have already arranged for the Ghost Stove. As soon as the portrait is completed, I can start refining the soul. Once successful, the substitute soul we have refined is still subject to you and me." Accused? At that time, whether you want to be in power or take revenge, why is it so difficult?"

Li Zhilan outside the door lowered her face, her fingernails tightly clenched into the scroll in her hand.

He didn't see Badian, but returned to the studio and threw the scroll into the brazier.

From the beginning to the end, except for Li Zhilan, no one has seen this picture scroll with their own eyes.

Zhou Nan sweated a little, the vest was not off for the time being!

But the story he saw next made him regret his little luck.

Li Zhilan stopped painting.

After Badian heard the news, he was furious and clamored not to give him a little bit of power to see how amazing he always thought he was.

But when he arrived at the studio, he completely changed his face...

The majestic ghost king nodded and bowed, flattering him in every possible way: "Painter Li, master, brother Zhilan! Is it because these little ghosts haven't served you well? I'll change another group! Change to a group of smart ones with high artistic accomplishment!"

Li Zhilan was packing up the painting tools without raising her head.

"There is no need to do anything extra. It is because of my limited skills that I cannot fulfill the wish of the Eight Kings. I hope the Eight Kings will understand."

The Ghost King of Badian gave another unnatural smile: "Brother Zhilan, stop joking, even you can't draw, so who else in this world can?"

Li Zhilan didn't stop with her hands, and said indifferently: "Things that don't exist, there is nowhere to find them, so you can't force them."

"No, no, no painters in this world can match it, only you! In this way, don't worry, if you have no inspiration recently, then take a rest and let the servants accompany you to travel around the mountains and rivers to relax... When you have Inspired to draw again."

"Thanks to the wrong love of the Eight Kings, Zhi Lan decided to reincarnate and reincarnate in the world."

When Li Zhilan said these words, she was neither humble nor overbearing, her heart was calm, she didn't show any emotion at all.And the ghost king of Badian has been smiling flatteringly since he entered the studio.

The more this happened, the more disturbed Zhou Nan who was watching the painting at the moment became.He knows how ruthless Badian is, and he has experienced all kinds of unscrupulous methods to achieve his goals.Looking at the pair of eyes whose smiles were gradually disappearing, he had a vague premonition of what Li Zhilan was going to face next.

"Li Zhilan," the Eighth Palace Ghost King finally took off his disguise, showing a violent look in his eyes, "Don't dream, don't think that I will always be so polite to you."

Zhou Nan knew that Badian was the most ambitious and wise among all the ghost kings, so he would not fight unprepared battles.To be able to control Li Zhilan, he must be absolutely sure.

Sure enough, the Ghost King of Badian sneered twice and said, "Painter Li, no matter whether you heard something you shouldn't hear, I'll just tell you one thing: If you don't paint, there will be ink and blood stains. Do you understand?"

Li Zhilan's hands froze in arranging the sketches, her eyes widened suddenly, her expression was astonished: "You... how do you know..."

"Hmph, do you think your secrets are really airtight? Your paintings are as slow as life, and the people you draw can laugh, ghosts can cry, and you can also paint scorching sun and severe cold? It's so strange, it's just because of your top-notch painting skills ?”

Li Zhilan's eye circles turned red, and she almost bit her lips: "What do you want!"

The Ghost King of Badian had pulled out a dagger at some point, and waved it in front of Li Zhilan's eyes seemingly inadvertently.

Zhou Nan was stunned, why did he take the knife?Ghosts won't be hurt...

But the next moment he knew he was wrong.

Li Zhilan took half a step back in fear, but the ghost king of Badian grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

Before he could react, a bloodstain had already been drawn on his arm by the dagger, and the blood was dripping down.

Zhou Nan and Mu Xi were startled at the same time.

Why is he bleeding? !

Why do ghosts bleed...

The Ghost King of Badian stared at the blood-stained robe, showing a strange smile: "You are still bleeding, Master Li... Among the ghosts in the dark, you are probably the only one who can still bleed throughout the ages? "

"Let go!" Li Zhilan trembled a little, and pulled back her arm forcefully.

The voice of the Eight Palace Ghost King suddenly increased by an octave: "The only descendant of Cangjie in the world, the blood is never cold or dry... I also know that when you mix your own blood into the paint when you paint, it is the secret of your brushwork like life. Bar!"

Li Zhilan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let the blood on her arm drip down.

Mu Xi suppressed the emotions in his chest, and at the same time suppressed the startled snow that was about to come out.Apart from anger, he was also surprised: "So the Cangjie clan really existed?"

Zhou Nan had also heard about the curse of the Cangjie clan, and knew that they were born with calligraphy and painting talents, and they could not escape this curse.

Seeing that Li Zhilan was shaken, the Ghost King of Eight Halls said even more aggressively: "Painter Li, if I cast an ink-light-blood-stained curse on you now, all your previous paintings will become disasters! They will eat back all collectors. They became blood-sucking blood souls..."

Li Zhilan opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with chill, and he held back his trembling voice.

"I'll draw for you."