These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 845 Transform Me, Draw Me

"A history book of years? What tomb? This is just my painting."

In the history books of fake years.

The painter looked at the album, where ancient heroes and familiar figures appeared one after another. His thoughts seemed to travel through time and space and return to the earliest years.

The painter was unable to understand what kind of creature he was from birth.

He is a doodle made up of countless thick and thin lines, just like a child's scribbling on the wall with a pencil.

He, a wriggling black shadow of a lineart, sat quietly in the empty primitive world of Kyushu and had witnessed the birth of many creatures.

Watch them evolve and grow, and there will be green meadows, forests, schools of fish, and tribes.

In his spare time, he likes to look at the earth. The little insects crawling around can attract him all day long.

He liked the wonderful world of hunting animals, hunting, and growing, which was like composing a brilliant hymn to civilization.

Later, the insects grew and changed, and the animals gained wisdom and formed tribes.

Every time those strong tribal leaders came back from hunting, pulling the prey back to the tribe, they roared at the sky and the tribesmen below cheered.

He was deeply shocked by those scenes.

His meaningless life was illuminated by this picture of natural selection, and he seemed to understand the meaning of his life.

Then he became the chief of all tribes, enjoyed offerings, solved their problems and built houses for them.

The primitive animals began to worship him for unknown reasons.

He was a scribbled creature made of lines, and was gradually called a fairy.

At that time, all living things were ordinary animals, without any supernatural powers. They were very simple, kind and sincere.

Xian is no longer lonely, as he has many cute and innocent animal friends.

But their lives are too short, and every separation and death is filled with despair and crying.

Before they die of old age, their eyes are filled with burning desire and unwillingness.

Xian, began to hate separation and death.

"Why does there exist death in the world? I don't want them to die, and I don't want to live alone." A stronger loneliness lingers in my heart, as friends around me die or leave.

Obviously, there is so much fun and excitement around me, and I have new animal friends. But as I see new friends off again and again, I feel an increasingly strong sense of loneliness all over my body.

He watched the first generation of mighty and majestic tribal leaders fall, followed by the second generation, the fourth generation, and the tenth generation.
He didn't understand why he was immortal while other lives would leave him.

Gradually, Xian learned to paint.

He found that he could not keep their figures, but the murals on the stone could keep their figures forever. Ordinary stone walls were more useful than this fairy.

The laughter, tears and regrets of their past lives were like a painting, being painted on the stone wall again and again.

Friends kept dying, and he kept painting.

He lived completely in a valley full of murals, hoping to paint a pair of eyes without tears, to preserve the fleeting life and to prevent all the beauty from fading away.

Many changes have taken place in the past.

His painting skills gradually acquired a mysterious charm.

He gradually discovered that life has a structure called the soul shell.

His painting skills became stronger and stronger. He drew the outline of the opponent's soul, every stroke, and finally drew every soul, cell, and flesh of the opponent.
Until that day, his paintings suddenly came alive.

He drew the empty shell of the other person's soul and stuffed it back into the other person's body.

His animal friends are back.

The corpses stood up.

Eternal life began to emerge from the world.

Give a good laugh:

"I succeeded. Next, I will leave the seeds of the painting and put them into your bodies. After you die, your bodies will automatically turn into eternal paintings! Eternal life and immortality!"

"Friends, we can always be together."

At that time, he was kind and simple, and he only had one innocent wish, which was to be with his friends forever, to laugh together, to sing together, to eat meat together in front of the campfire, and to watch the small animals hunting below with a smile.

This type of painting began to spread within every living being.

After they die, there is a certain probability of resurrection.

The Embers virus began to appear in this world for the first time.

People were initially delighted at the resurrection of their friends, for no living being wishes to die.

Until that day, it is gradually discovered that they will become man-eating and bloodthirsty monsters after being resurrected.

War and despair began from then on. Xian will never forget the flames rising into the sky, the exploding earth, the shattered windows, the wailing tribes, the blood-stained city-states, and the countless bloodthirsty monsters spreading across the land.

The final result is that all the living people in the world are eaten, and the world is reduced to ashes. The whole world has become a real painting, all of which are empty shells of souls drawn one by one.

The obsession of "surviving" began to unify the soul painters, and the Ember Virus turned into an Evolution Virus.

The world's first biological explosion began from then on.

No one knew how desperate Xian was at that time. Faced with the miserable world he created with his own hands, he chose to be killed and let all living beings kill him, but he was too strong.

Countless resurrected ash creatures were endowed with magical powers, becoming extraordinary creatures, powerful divine beasts, and hundreds of thousands of them surrounded and killed him.

Only then did they manage to kill him.

He was dismembered into an empty shell of soul and turbid soul.

The turbid air after his death turned into a fake person.

His ash-like husk became the Ember of Sacrifice, sealed away for eternity.

But he was still too difficult to kill. His main consciousness was still alive and gradually became a painter, waking up in a dead, black, bloody, mud-covered wilderness.

"How am I still alive?"

"I should have died a long time ago."

He walked out of the wilderness and discovered that after evolution, all creatures in the world had changed from ordinary beasts to divine beasts, born with various racial supernatural powers.

After his death, the ordinary animals in this world became extraordinary, but only the human race did not have magical powers.

This race still suffers from birth, aging, sickness and death.

Therefore, he enlightened the race that his mind transformed into after his death - the pseudo-humans, and asked them to take over the bodies of humans.

From a macro perspective, this is not wrong.

"After I die, I will have lost my body and will have a lifespan. I will grow old, get sick and die just like them. I will continue to protect this era and I will die peacefully."

He chose an ordinary life, married an ancestor of the mythical beasts, had a daughter, spent an extremely ordinary period of time with them, grew old together, and died together.

But he who once longed for death so much, when he actually faced death, the feeling of his vitality gradually being drained from his body made him develop an intense fear of death.

Before he died, he actually began to fear death.

Until he died in fear of despair, he was buried in a tomb by his wife and daughter.

At this moment, the painter is born again.

This time, terrified by death, he began a long struggle for survival.

When he was young, he was full of fighting spirit. He kept painting for his friends and to preserve their youth. Unknowingly, he has come to this day, corrupt, smelly, and calculating.

More than 15 million years later, he has experienced a lot.

"It turns out that I have been dead for a long time."

The painter suddenly murmured with laughter: "How ridiculous, seeking death before death and seeking life after death, how ugly, there is no difference between me and those lives."

"It's not that I don't want to ascend, it's because I'm an earthbound spirit and I can't ascend at all."

At this moment, a black three-flower bloomed from the top of the head.

The kind and gentle Xian in his youth overlapped with his current image, and that fiery emotion burned in his heart.

Today I know who I am.

The once kind and gentle Xian is finally back.

"After going through so many hardships, I finally walked back on this road and saw the world again."

The black light became darker and darker, and people's eyes seemed to be swallowed by endless darkness.

The sound is distant, as if it has descended into this world from ancient history.

“I once tried to capture their faces. I once wanted to paint faces that would always smile and never be sad. I wanted to make the world stop crying and make sure there would no longer be the helpless separation of life and death.”

"So, the world was filled with eternal corpses and a disaster of embers, and they were still laughing."

The cold voice was explaining,

“The essence of the embers, repeating their previous lives in the same place, is nothing more than a series of portraits that I use to commemorate them.”

He stretched out his hand, and the fake history book fell into his hand, and he said lightly:
“The history books of the years are nothing more than the eternal paintings I have painted in an attempt to preserve history.”

"Then come on."

He picked up the paintbrush and began to paint the body of his second life, connecting the body and depicting the spiritual roots. The colorful spiritual roots were integrated into the body.

An unprecedentedly powerful aura covered the entire Kyushu, as if announcing that the king of this world had returned.

He took a step forward, standing upright above all the heroic figures in the history books of the past, "We are all the eternal paintings in history."

(End of this chapter)