Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

The painting on that painting is Ji Zhai Xing.

He is as tall as a person, with a smile on his face. The light gray sheepskin sweater fits snugly, lining his slender figure. He wears a black mask on his fingertips, which is full of fun.

It is almost the same as his attire today.

That is obviously not Ji's father's style of painting. No matter how changeable Ren Ji's style is, he has never gone through such a realistic path-the picture is so finely detailed, the hair is also extremely clear, and the texture of the skin is delicate, it seems that what is in front of him is not A painting, but a photo, or a mirror embedded in a picture frame.

Another world was reflected.

The momentary trance faded away, Ji Zhaixing suppressed the desire to walk over, lowered his eyes calmly, turned around and walked towards the stairwell.

He stopped.

The cold, greasy touch climbed up Ji Zhaixing's wrist, like a coiled snake, firmly blocking Ji Zhaixing's footsteps.

"Why are you leaving?"

He seemed to be extremely sad, with a sigh, but the tone of his voice was exactly the same as that of Ji Zaixing.

Ji Zhaixing paused this time and turned around.

The person in front of him... or a ghost, was indeed identical in appearance to him, and the naked eye could not tell the difference.Before Ji Zhaixing made the next move, it smiled sweetly, took Ji Zhaixing's hand, and threw it into a picture frame.

It's very narrow here.

The sky and the ground are extremely low, just enough for one person to stand.There was an invisible barrier behind him, like an invisible and transparent cage, locking him inside.

At the end of the line of sight, a beam of pale yellow light faintly cast, like the light transmitted from the huge exhibition hall.

"I've been stuck here for a long, long time." The voice in the ear said, "From now on, you will replace me here and be a painting."

After it finished talking happily, it was ready to withdraw and leave.

Then he heard the sound from behind, as if the sound of paper being torn, and he turned pale with shock.

The young man was holding a jade sword with radiance, his face was like snow, his red lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips were pressed down, as if he was a little unhappy.The drawing paper that was originally used as a seal has been torn apart.

Ji Jiexing approached with a sword in his hand, the soul body forced by the aura did not dare to move, for fear that the aura from the beating would dissipate.Just like that, he was picked up by Ji Zhuixing tremblingly, and thrown into the frame again.

"Be good as a painting." In order to be able to read the mantra clearly without being affected, Ji Zaixing took off his mask, held it in his hand, and held a sword by the way, saying very ruthlessly, "I will kill you again as a demon. "

The boy who was thrown into the painting gradually changed from his light gray attire to a blond boy in light yellow home clothes with freckles on his face.The originally gloomy background has also become a large sunflower field - this should be the image that Ji's father sketched when he originally painted.There should be no mistakes, but for some reason, the painting that gave birth to spiritual intelligence and became a spirit did not cooperate to return to a flat static state. Instead, it squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

"..." Ji Jiexing looked at the crying boy in the painting, and was speechless.

Most importantly, he wasn't sure if the painting would be affected after its soul body was broken up.

Today is his father's art exhibition, it's better not to have these accidents.

"Don't cry." Ji Zhuixing whispered, his tone was very gentle.

It's a pity that the cubs are difficult to deal with, even if they are ghosts, they are still difficult to deal with.

After thinking about it for a moment, Ji Zhaixing said: "After the exhibition is over, I will ask my father for this painting, and I will let you go."

The sobbing voice suddenly paused.

The ghost standing in the frame raised his eyes, and looked at Ji Zhaixing outside the frame with some sobs. When his gaze passed over the jade sword, he shrank obviously, bit his lips reluctantly and said: "Okay .”

It's much better to be a lonely ghost than to be trapped in a small world.

Ji Zhaixing was no longer in the mood to continue looking at the painting, and when he was about to go down, he heard the ghost in the painting say again: "That, you have to be careful, don't be replaced."

It coyly said: "I'm not the only one who wakes up in this painting exhibition. We all want your body."

Ji Zhaixing: "??"

Of course, he didn't want any accidents to happen to Ji's father's painting exhibition. Although he was no longer in the mood to continue browsing the paintings, he still went through all the exhibition halls, even those in remote corners.

Sure enough, most of the figure paintings "come to life".

While investigating, Ji Zhaixing called his father.

"Well, how many portraits have you drawn?"

Father Ji over there was a little surprised, but he was famous for his landscape paintings, so he subconsciously replied, "Not a lot."

Before Ji Zhaixing had time to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard his father say: "There are only more than 100 in the exhibition hall."

Ji Zhaixing: "..."

He responded in a low voice and hung up the phone.

The ghosts born from the paintings all showed a strong aggressiveness, and they were even more hostile to Ji Zhaixing.Either shoot directly, or use the illusion to trap him in it.

Sure enough, as the first ghost said, their purpose, or what they covet, is the identity of Ji Zhaoxing, and they want to replace it.

There are also some who hide ghost aura and lie in ambush, and young master Ji used spiritual power to explore the way, and found out when he found something strange.

If these ghosts can communicate, Ji Zhaoxing will negotiate with them to be a painting for another day.When the exhibition is over, he will release them, and find the Heavenly Master to save them.

If it is really vicious, it can only be killed.

As Ji Zhaixing thought, after the ghosts born from the painting dispersed, the painting in the frame was also destroyed.

Young Master Ji stood in front of the blank picture frame in a daze, clenched his hands slightly.

... No matter who planned it, he didn't want to let it go.

The anomalies in the exhibition are clearly intentional.

Ji's father is just an ordinary person, no matter how skilled the painter is, he still can't write everything well, and most of the figure paintings give birth to spiritual ghosts.

Even if this is the case, it is impossible to concentrate on the day of the art exhibition, and even very uniformly and abnormally target Ji Zhaixing.

This is almost like a game against Ji Zhaixing.

It's not necessarily a dead end, but more like a warning and deterrence, as if some kind of force is tightening the line step by step.

In Ji Zhaixing's mind, a rough guess also floated up.

Eyebrows are slightly colder.

The exhibition hall is too big and there are too many paintings.Ji Zhaixing ran for almost the whole morning, and it was Ji's father who called him to eat, so he took the elevator down.

Because of the huge "workload", young master Ji's snow-white face has a dark red upper layer, which is especially obvious when he takes off the mask.

Father Ji glanced at it, and said worriedly: "Zhai Xing, do you have a fever, I think your face looks a little..."

Thinking back to holding an art exhibition in Jiangcheng before, Ji Zhaxing could get sick, Ji's father obviously couldn't sit still.