Yokai Atlas Remake Project

It was pouring rain outside the window, a small yellow lamp was lit in the living room, the news was broadcasting on the TV, and the takeaway that had just arrived was placed on the coffee table.

Bu Heng squatted in the bathroom, with his wet hair on his head, and concentrated on brushing his sneakers that had been splashed with muddy water on the way back from get off work.

The mobile phone on the sink rang suddenly, and an ominous feeling came to his mind. He looked at it with his head:

"Manager Zhang (slightly long-winded)" is inviting you to make a voice call.

really.

After graduating from university, Bu Heng worked as a graphic designer in an advertising company. This somewhat verbose Manager Zhang was his first client responsible alone, which was very important.

But——Bu Heng looked at the time, retracted his gaze and continued to brush his shoes.

The cell phone rang alone for a while, and finally returned to silence.

Obviously, if Manager Zhang would give up so easily, he would not be remarked as "slightly long-winded".

Half a minute later, Buheng's cell phone rang.

Having dealt with Manager Zhang for half a month, Bu Heng knew in his heart that this man had no distinction between working time and rest time. As long as he wanted to, he would definitely contact you even in the middle of the night.

Bu Heng dried his hands and entered the living room, leaned on the sofa and watched the TV twice, answered the call before hanging up, and said politely: "Manager Zhang, hello."

"Xiaobu, why didn't you answer the phone? Have you read the email just now?" Before Buheng could reply, Manager Zhang continued on his own, "I took a closer look at the picture you sent this afternoon, and it's much better than the last one. Yes, but is the color too dark? I think this color scheme should be brighter, bright but not vulgar, high-key and low-key, can you understand what I want?"

Buheng found a blank piece of paper, and intermittently wrote down Manager Zhang's request. After writing the last word, he looked back, and drew a big question mark on the paper with a confused face, and said calmly, "Understood... "

Hell.

Although he is a college student who has just graduated, Bu Heng has a good professional level and a good attitude. Manager Zhang is still very satisfied: "How about this, Xiaobu, you find that picture and I will tell you carefully what you need to change."

Bu Heng glanced at the piece of paper that contained a request no matter whether it was human or not, and threw it back into the trash can: "Okay, wait a moment."

The laptop was placed on the coffee table in the living room. When it was turned on, Bu Heng found a headset to put it on, and started eating takeaway while listening to Manager Zhang's chatter.

He ate very quietly, answering a few words from time to time, as if he was really discussing the design drawing with Manager Zhang——

In fact, he didn't look at the computer at hand, and even looked up at the TV.

The sound of wind and rain outside the window continued, coupled with occasional lightning and thunder, the voice of the host on the TV gradually became blurred, but it was more noticeable than Manager Zhang's voice in the earphones.

"On the 15th, the staff of the Lutaishan National Nature Reserve found a group of photos and a short video of the white lion in the recovered infrared camera..."

Bu Heng raised his head subconsciously, just in time to see the picture of the white lion on the TV, his brows slowly frowned——

White lions are not a common species in China. Bu Heng, who has never been to a zoo, has only seen one since he was a child.

It's the one on TV.

In the headset, Manager Zhang was still talking endlessly about his requirements for the design drawings. Bu Heng stared at the TV and interrupted directly: "Manager Zhang, I have written down all your requirements, and I will make the revisions before I get off work tomorrow." Post the next picture, will you take a look at that time?"

Manager Zhang trusted Bu Heng's work efficiency very much, and after answering, he gave some instructions before finally hanging up the phone.

After the news broadcast of the photo of the white lion, the ten-second video was being broadcast. In the screen, the white lion came up to the camera and sniffed carefully twice. After confirming that it was not something to eat, he flicked his tail and looked arrogantly. gone.

Although the video is short, but because it is close enough, you can clearly see the dirty mane on the white lion's body, as well as the pair of extremely rare light-colored eyes.

The voice of the host in the voiceover is very steady: "It is reported that due to the destruction of the ecological environment, the number of wild lions is rare, most of them live in Africa, and there are only a handful of wild white lions. The white lion found in the Lutai Mountain National Nature Reserve The origin of the lion has not yet been confirmed, and the staff of the nature reserve will conduct continuous observation without affecting the habitat of wild animals."

Bu Heng: "..."

What a nuisance to the staff of the nature reserve.

The news turned to the next one. He looked down at the half-cold takeaway, took the phone and dialed a number skillfully.

It took a long time for the prompt to sound before the phone was connected. After a deep roar, a male voice full of smiles came over: "Son, are you leaving get off work so early today?"

Hearing Bu Han's voice, Bu Heng's face immediately burst into a smile, remembering the news just now, and pretending to be plain: "It's raining heavily today, so I went home early." He shook the chopsticks in his hand, and casually asked, "Dad , the Lutai Mountain signal is still good?"

"The Internet is not very good, but at least you can still answer the phone. If you can't get through, try a few more times." Bu Han on the phone answered and became puzzled, "How do you know I'm in Lutai Mountain?"

Bu Heng picked out a small piece of meat and ate it slowly: "It's nothing, I just happened to be watching the news, and I happened to see a somewhat cooked white lion in the news."

"News?" Bu Han was silent for a while, seeming to be remembering, and then laughed, "I did see a camera when I was walking in the woods that day. , on the news?"

"Yeah," Bu Heng remembered the news he had just seen, and laughed, "Now the whole field of wildlife research is researching why there is a rare white lion in the mountains and forests in China."

On the other side of the phone, Bu Han heard the smile in Bu Heng's voice, and he also laughed for a while: "That's because they didn't know there was a cub in their city."

"Dad, let's change to the original body in the future." The chopsticks in Bu Heng's hand swiped twice in the void, and he spoke in a low voice.

Bu Han asked back: "I am not the original body?"

Having eaten most of the takeaway, Buheng poured himself a glass of warm water and drank it slowly: "I've been serving the white lion for more than 20 years, and I'm tired of watching it."

"Then it's up to you!" Bu Han was silent for a while, and then laughed.

Bu Heng rolled his eyes: "I pay NO.20, when will I treat you to dinner?"

"Okay, I'll go back in a few days." The other side agreed neatly, "Take good care of yourself these few days."

"I know, you take care of yourself." Buheng paused, "There are many rare wild animals in Lutai Mountain. They are protected by human laws, so don't eat them indiscriminately."

"What do you think of your father?!"

Bu Han cursed with a smile, and gave some instructions before hanging up the phone.

Bu Heng packed up the takeaway box and put it at the door, intending to continue brushing his shoes, but when he passed the floor-to-ceiling mirror, he stopped, as if hesitating for a moment, his figure flickered, and what was reflected in the mirror was a snow-white young lion .

Bu Heng, who had returned to his original form, took two steps forward, leaned in front of the mirror and looked carefully for a while, narrowed his light-colored eyes slightly, raised his right paw and patted the unruly hair on the top of his head.

Except that his body has grown a little bit, the Bu Heng who has returned to his original shape is not much different from when he was a child. He still has pure white fluff and light-colored eyes, and he has not darkened his fur and grown a mane like he once thought. Become a majestic lion.

When he was very young, Bu Heng didn't feel that he was any different from Bu Han, until he was ridiculed by the little wolf demon next door, "Your father is brown, you are white, you must have picked it up!"

He knocked down the little wolf demon and beat him up, and went home as if nothing had happened.

When the crying little wolf demon came to the door with his own father, the big wolf demon, Bu Han didn't give any explanation, and just beat the big wolf demon.

But from then on, Bu Han will always turn into a white lion when he transforms again.

The lion cub in the mirror shook his head, stretched his body, rubbed his face with a meat pad, turned around and walked to the bathroom, but suddenly stopped after a few steps——

It was too quiet outside the window, as if the storm had stopped in an instant.

Bu Heng narrowed his eyes, arched his back slightly, and looked warily towards the window...

A strange man was squatting on the bay window. He was wearing a strange black robe, his long black hair was tied behind his head, and water was still dripping from the tip of his hair. He looked a bit embarrassed.After realizing that he was found, the man in black didn't panic, his bright black eyes fixed on Bu Heng.

It was just an ordinary look, but it made Bu Heng feel uncomfortable all over. He scratched the ground with his paws, and stared at the uninvited guest in front of him vigilantly.

The other party withdrew his gaze, and his extremely handsome face was full of indifference, "Lion cubs? White-haired ones are quite rare!"

His tone was cold, and his voice was unexpectedly clear and pleasant, but Bu Heng could discern a bit of contempt from it, plus...

He glanced at the water droplets falling from the man onto the cushions of the bay window, and mocked: "Then what are you, Reservoir Dog? Black-haired ones are indeed common."

Zhou Xi hadn't seen such a life-or-death little monster in hundreds of years.

His face turned cold, his right hand stretched out to his waist but found nothing - after the forbidden area was broken, his dagger was also lost.

The evil spirit that attracted him all the way just now has disappeared, and there are no other monsters within a radius of more than ten miles except for the cub in front of him.

In other words, he has done useless work today.

Zhou Yan, who was already bored, became more and more irritable, and wanted to fight a little bit.

He squeezed his fingers, stood up straight, but didn't move.

The little monster in front of him should not be over 50 years old, and its original shape is not as big as one of its front paws.

Even though he has been in the forbidden area for hundreds of years, he knows that the management of the Yaozu is very strict nowadays, and a lot of content has been added to the long-winded "Yaozu Management Law":

It is forbidden to harm human beings, it is forbidden to reveal one's identity in front of human beings, and it is forbidden to violate the laws and regulations of human beings...

Slapping the little monster in front of him to death with one paw is clearly prohibited.

But it's not very reconciled to just let this stinky bastard go.

Zhou Yan raised his eyelids and suddenly returned to his original body.

The appearance of the huge monster made the white lion cub feel an unprecedented sense of oppression, subconsciously took two steps back, and growled to warn him not to approach.

It's a pity that the other party didn't take this threat seriously. He jumped down from the bay window, approached step by step, raised his huge front paws high, and slapped the cub who was furious and baring his teeth.

Then the step balance was pushed down.

To be precise, it was pulled down.

He rolled on the spot like a fur ball twice before stopping, and when he got up, the big arrogant monster had disappeared.

Bu Heng: ... What's wrong?

He shook his hair and turned back into a human form and walked to the window, the night outside the window was dark, and the lights of Wanjia were warm and peaceful, no different from the past.

When I opened the window, I could only smell the fresh air after the rain, without any evil spirit.

Thinking back to the appearance of that monster just now, it has long fur and round ears, its body is like a wolf, but it has a bushy tail that only the fox clan has.

I couldn't identify his roots in a hurry, but at least he must be a few hundred years old, but he sneaked into the little monster's house in a rainy day, pushed him somersaults for no reason, and then walked away.

Bu Heng caught a glimpse of the water stains on the bay window and gave a soft "tsk".

Maybe it's just a dog in the water.

It has to be the kind with some mental problems.

Just now, the dog in the water only stayed on the bay window for a short while, but remembering the water droplets falling from the opponent's head, Bu Heng did an extra cleaning after brushing the sneakers.

The floor including the edges and corners was cleaned once, the bay window was wiped twice, the sheets and quilts were replaced with new ones, and even the pillows on the sofa were removed and thrown into the washing machine to be washed and dried.

Seeing the brand-new room, Buheng was finally satisfied, and took a shower before going to bed.

While lying on the bed, he glanced at the time, it was 10:30.

Since I found this graphic design job after graduating from university, working overtime has become the norm, and going to bed before twelve o'clock has become a luxury.

It's rare to be free and sleepy today, so Bu Heng swiped his phone in boredom.

The news about the discovery of wild white lions in Lutai Mountain is not small. Some people frantically lick their screens at the photos of white lions. white lion.

Another painter took advantage of the heat and made a quick sketch.

That painter is well-known on the Internet, especially good at animal anthropomorphism. The majestic white lion in the news pictures has been painted by him, and it has become a handsome and handsome young man with long silver hair hanging down and light-colored eyes. Squinting, glamorous and unruly.

It is really somewhat similar to Bu Han who turned into a human form.

But it's just similar.

Bu Heng got up and took out a thick sketchbook from the bedside table.

The book was exquisitely bound and well preserved, but it was too old, and the edges of the paper were a little yellowed.Open the strong case, and on the first page, there are three large characters crookedly written with a watercolor pen:

Bai Ze figure.

In ancient times, the Yellow Emperor visited the east, met the auspicious beast Bai Ze, and asked about ghosts and gods in the world. Bai Ze said it, and the emperor ordered him to write it with a picture to show the world.

According to rumors, since ancient times, there are 520 types of essences and spirits that have been transformed into objects and wandering spirits, all of which are recorded in "Bai Ze Tu" and once popular in the world.

Later, the auspicious beast Bai Ze dissipated between heaven and earth, and "Bai Ze Tu" was also lost.

For thousands of years, the ancient great monsters fell one after another, and countless monster clans were reborn. It is impossible to know how many monsters and spirits there are in the world.

When the cub Bu Heng, who had just transformed into a human form, didn't respond when he heard the story of "Bai Ze Tu", when he went to the supermarket with Bu Han the next day, he turned into a nearby stationery store and picked up a sketchbook.

He determined to repaint Bai Zetu in his lifetime.

Although he himself can't tell why he has such ambitions.

Fortunately, Bu Han never felt that he was delusional, and even sent him to a professor's home in the Academy of Fine Arts to learn painting.

After more than ten years of hard work, Bu Heng graduated from university and became a graphic designer who draws for a living.

"Bai Ze Tu" has only a few pages.

It’s not that Bu Heng gave up halfway. There are only a few monsters he has seen in his 22 years of short monster life:

The little wolf demon who was beaten up by him when he was young, the big wolf demon who was beaten up by Bu Han for trying to find an explanation for his son, the locust tree spirit and the sunflower demon who were neighbors before going to school...

Turning to the fifth page, Bu Han appeared.

In fact, the first monster Bu Heng drew after he got the sketchbook was Bu Han.But after learning how to paint, he couldn't bear the crudeness of his "Bai Ze Tu", so he drew it again, and Bu Han put away the stick figure painted with watercolors as a treasure.

Bu Heng put a lot of thought into this picture of Bu Han.

The tawny male lion was lying on the ground, with a long dark brown mane extending from the neck to the shoulders and chest. A pair of round eyes were half-squinted lazily, but with a bit of domineering that could not be concealed .

On the other side of the lion is Bu Han in human form, wearing a light T-shirt and trousers, black hair like ink but cut short, handsome eyebrows, stern face, and a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

There is also a text note in the lower right corner: The lion demon Buhan, vegetarians will lose their temper.

Turning back the sketchbook, there will be no content - the monsters who choose to live like humans will not easily reveal their original identity, and it is difficult for Bu Heng, who has been growing up in human society, to have the opportunity to meet other monsters.

He looked at the blank paper and thought for a while, then touched a pen from the bedside and began to draw carefully.

Half an hour later, the man with long hair and black robe appeared on the paper.

Bu Heng turned the pen around, feeling a little unsatisfied.

After thinking about it, he picked up a pen and drew a huge red monster next to the man, and finally wrote in the lower right corner: "Reserved dog monster (?), unknown race, unknown name, mental (deleted) temperament is not pleasing" .

Bu Heng nodded with satisfaction, closed the sketchbook, turned off the lights and fell asleep.

The author has something to say: Xinkeng advance collection: Anti-sick and weak power ministers [Rebirth]

Copywriter:

Once reborn, Yun Zhi was in a trance for a moment when she saw the frail and sickly boy who was still standing by his bedside without sleep—

Everyone in the court knew that Li Yan, Emperor Jianwu's confidant, was eccentric and cruel.

There are even rumors that after gaining power, he once led his guards to slaughter his entire family.

Later, because of helping Emperor Wu to rule the world, Li Yan received ten orders, and the power was poured into the government and the people.

All kinds of past lives came to mind, and Yun Zhi remembered that she and this unscrupulous power minister had known each other since childhood.

He even remembered that in his previous life, in order to realize his father's ambition, Li Yan worked so hard that he died two years earlier than himself.

***

Li Yan has only kept two things secret in his life, one is his background, and the other is his shady youthful thoughts.

Later, once he gained power, he would no longer be despised by others because of his birth, but he still insisted on being affectionate and did not dare to reveal anything—the seventh prince, Yunzhiji Yueguangfeng, was the same for a while, but he was just a mechanism. The only thing he wants in his life is to help his Yun family rule the country and protect his sweetheart well for the rest of his life.

But he never thought about it. Suddenly one day, the man stood in front of him:

Li Yan, do you like me?

The open-minded and magnanimous genius prince Shou (Yun Zhi) vs. the power minister Gong (Li Yan)