The day when I was forcibly bound by an NPC

Unexpectedly, the scene in the attic is very ordinary.

As an important secret that is strictly guarded, Jiang Zhaonian has already made countless imaginations about the appearance in the attic.But such an ordinary scene in front of him surprised him even more than those visions that stunned his eyes.

The walls, the floor, the skylights, the corners are full of piles, and the whole room is full of paintings.

Different paintings, big and small.

In addition to paintings, there are painting tools here, as if it is just the most ordinary studio, no one would have thought that this place belongs to an "evil great magician".

After suddenly revealing this secret, Void Phantom giggled and disappeared from the body again as early as the first time, hiding somewhere.

Leaving the scene in front of him completely to Jiang Zhaonian to face.

The paintings in the attic are shrouded in not-so-bright light, making it hard to see clearly from a distance.Most of them are only vaguely seen as landscapes, and the few figures that appear are mostly backs and distant views.

Only near the corner of the wall, next to a stack of picture frames randomly piled up, stood two or three full-face portraits.

It's just that the facial features of those portraits were either left empty or covered with messy paint.

It looks like a novice has a mental breakdown because he can't draw the facial features all the time, but the skilled skills of the rest deny this possibility.

Are these... painted by mages?Jiang Zhaonian thought.

He recalled the caution with which the mage had opened the door, and thought that was probably the case.

Why would the mage hide this?Jiang Zhaonian thought, maybe he is the kind of guy who refuses to reveal his personal hobbies at all?

The kind of person who would blush with shame if someone knew what he was doing in private, wishing to explode in place.

As soon as this idea came out, Jiang Zhaonian vetoed it hahaha in his heart.

How can it be!That mage...hahahaha is absolutely impossible.

Maybe he hid it because he thought that Huahua didn't fit his "evil mage" personality!

Jiang Zhaonian guessed wildly, his mind was too active.

The secret that has been curious for a long time is revealed, and it seems to be just an ordinary scene.According to common sense, Jiang Zhaonian should feel disappointed for a while, shrug his shoulders and put away his curiosity from then on.

But he didn't. His vigorous curiosity died down for only a very short moment, and he immediately asked more questions.

Mage likes to draw?Is he secretly painting when he goes upstairs alone?

Why did he hide his paintings? Could it be that these paintings hide his deeper secrets?

What does it look like when he runs up to paint alone, is it the same as when he is in the studio?

...I really want to see what he has drawn.

Thinking about it, Jiang Zhaonian couldn't help climbing up two more stairs.

But he stopped quickly. After all, he also paints. Although he doesn't know the reason why the mage concealed this matter, he can understand that kind of psychology to some extent.

Should I take a sneak peek, or respect him and leave here...?

Jiang Zhaonian was uncertain.

Just then, there was the sound of the door opening downstairs.

The mage's footsteps sounded three times and stopped.

There was a moment of stagnation in the air, and he heard the mage dryly say: "This is... what's going on?"

Jiang Zhaonian froze, raised his hands the moment the mage spoke, turned around, and leaned against the railing of the stairs with his back.

His voice was even dryr than that of the mage: "Listen to my explanation! I, I am innocent... Just now, there was a void ghost inside..."

The mage walked up the stairs, with a blank face, and looked around the attic with cold eyes: "Where are the ghosts?"

Jiang Zhaonian reluctantly responded with a smile: "It's gone..."

He heard what seemed to be a cold sigh from the mage.

The mage pursed his lips and stepped up to the attic in a few steps.

Jiang Zhaonian followed after thinking for a moment, half of his foot stepped into the door, and at this moment, he suddenly slowed down.

This is the first time he has stepped into this area... Jiang Zhaonian couldn't help opening his eyes and slowing down his breathing.

He raised his head and asked tentatively, "Shall we... catch the ghost out now?"

The mage's figure stopped for a moment, but he didn't say anything, he took another step and walked deep into the attic.It was as if he hadn't heard the question.

Jiang Zhaonian's eyesight suddenly became sharper, and through the dim light, he saw a small piece of the mage's ear that gradually turned red.

"..."

He couldn't tell what kind of thoughts were rushing through his mind. Jiang Zhaonian touched his nose and felt that it was inappropriate to make any sound at this time, so he stepped very lightly, chased after the mage, and kept a straight line. Small step distance.

Soon, the mage found the ghost hiding in from a blank drawing paper behind the easel in the corner.

He held the drawing paper without saying a word, rubbed it into a ball, and seemed to be in a bad mood.

The mage went to the yard to draw out the magic flame, and kept staring at it burning until he saw the ball of paper turned into a piece of ashes, blown by the wind, and completely dispersed.

Only then did the tense corners of his mouth relax slightly.

And Jiang Zhaonian's desire to die became active again, he boldly asked, "When I'm free...can I draw?"

The mage turned his head instantly, frowned slightly, stared at him for a while, and then said, "You know how to draw?"

Jiang Zhaonian nodded, and said modestly, "It's a half-professional."

The mage lowered his eyes slightly, stayed quiet for a while, blinked quickly, put aside his eyes, and left a short "yes", as if he had some urgent work to deal with, hurriedly walked to the studio, dodged to leave Close the door by yourself.

The author has something to say: Today there are also...

The time is uncertain, maybe six or nine in the evening_(:з」∠)_

;_;I don't think I'll ever be able to save the manuscript...