Under One Person: God Profiler

As the painting was completed, a stream of ink-colored energy flowed from his brush into his dantian.

Wang Zizhou glanced at the empty easel beside him. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Lumeng, are you really in trouble?"

After finishing his painting, Wang Zizhou got up and began to check on his younger siblings' homework progress.

Apart from Wang Zizhou, who painted landscapes, most of the other artists painted mythical beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, or folk ghosts and monsters.

Wang Zizhou sighed softly; they had to paint at least two hundred of these paintings a day.

The only time to relax is when we're on a mission.

"Brother Zizhou, how's my drawing?"

A slightly childish voice rang out. Wang Zizhou walked over, looked at the nine-tailed fox drawn by the child, and smiled slightly: "It's not bad, but the eyes are still lacking a bit of charm and liveliness."

Wang Zizhou picked up his paintbrush and lightly touched the corner of the nine-tailed fox's eye, instantly bringing the painting to life.

"Wow, Zizhou, that's amazing!"

The child praised innocently.

Wang Zizhou smiled slightly: "Practice more."

"Okay, by the way, Brother Zizhou, is Father still not awake?"

The child asked.

"Still sleeping, is there something you need?"

Wang Zizhou asked softly, his expression somewhat unnatural.

"I haven't been on a mission for two days, and I haven't taken my medicine for a long time. I've been feeling a bit listless lately."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zizhou's fingertips went cold and stiffened: "I will talk to my father and arrange a task for you as soon as possible. Please don't disturb his peace."

"Me too! Brother Zizhou!"

"And I!"

The child who overheard their conversation immediately chimed in. The other children also chimed in, urging them on.

Wang Zizhou felt a chill run through him from head to toe. He put his index finger to his lips and said, "Shh, Father is still sleeping. Keep your voices down."

Wang Zizhou was trying his best to comfort his younger siblings, completely unaware that a faint green ripple was spreading across the grass.

...

"Damn, thank goodness we didn't rush in rashly. These kids are all superhumans! They're strong enough to take on three of my sisters!" Ren Jian said, sitting on the ground with his eyes closed.

"Are they all supernatural beings? Is there anyone else in the room?"

Xia Linyuan and the other two looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Don't rush, they haven't gone in yet. They have another father! Let me investigate thoroughly."

Ren Jian then said, forcefully urging his Qi.

Green ripples followed the grass and climbed into the house; the messy paint cans and the spacious floor mats came to mind.

The ripples spread to a room with a bed, climbed up the bed leg, and clearly transmitted Wang Jianguo's body outline into Ren Jian's mind. Just when Ren Jian thought he had succeeded.

The ripples swept across a dark, irregularly shaped object.

"Roar!"

The object suddenly opened its eyes and roared.

The sound wave dispersed the ripples in the air, and Wang Jianguo also suddenly stood up, cautiously looking around.

There was no one else there but the children, and Wang Jianguo firmly believed that his children would not use their Qi against him.

Thinking of this, Wang Jianguo quickly jumped to the ground, without even putting on his shoes, opened the window and shouted, "Children! There are enemies! Be on alert!"

Ren Jian, who was some distance away, suddenly opened his eyes: "This is bad! This guy has some advanced technology! We've been discovered!"

How many people are inside?

"one!"

Without saying a word, Xia Linyuan rushed out.

A broad vision followed closely behind.

Black Pipe remained silent, adjusted the small steel pipe at his wrist, put a steel rod into the pocket of his jacket, and said calmly, "Relax, it's nothing."

"Unexpected situations will always arise during the mission."

"With me here, nothing will go wrong."

Chapter 130: Cut it with an axe

The children in the welfare home were surrounded by floating rice paper, with ink-colored qi splashing across it.

One by one, strange beast-like fish leaped out.

In an instant, the orphanage became a zoo for exotic animals.

"These kids are all amazing at painting!"

Upon seeing this technique, Xia Linyuan offered a reminder to Gao Zhan and Gao Yuan. Then, Xia Linyuan made a grasping motion in his hand, and a long staff materialized in his palm, shimmering with golden light.

The children's paintings are very different from Wang Lumeng's; Wang Lumeng's creatures are realistic and lifelike.

The drawings produced by these people, however, appear somewhat superficial.

With a single swing of his staff, Xia Linyuan could send the strange beasts summoned by Shen Tu flying.

Wang Jianguo recognized Xia Linyuan at this moment, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. He then put on a pitiful act, climbed out of the window, and staggered to Wang Zizhou's side: "Zizhou, the murderer who killed Wang Lumeng is here. He must be here to take revenge on us. We must kill him!"

Wang Zizhou's expression remained calm: "Father, the opponent's strength is unknown. Taking advantage of the fact that they are being intercepted by the alien beasts, we should retreat to avoid any casualties among our children. That would be the wise move."

Wang Jianguo placed his hands firmly on Wang Zizhou's thin shoulders and said in a deep voice, "No, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we don't kill him now, there will be endless trouble in the future!"

Whoosh!

boom!

A marble shot from an unseen dark place, and a black spirit suddenly sprang out from behind Wang Jianguo, its leg that had blocked the marble also disintegrated.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Wang Jianguo's forehead.

"See? He wants my life!"

.....

far away

A smile played on the corners of the black tube's mouth.

'That spirit...is it... capable of controlling spirits and commanding generals...?'

'Then... fire one more shot.'

The dark steel pipe on Hei Guan'er's arm slowly condensed blue Qi, and with a heavy aura, it was once again aimed at Wang Jianguo's leg.

boom!

With a loud bang, having learned from the previous experience, the black pipe increased its force appropriately. This time, the steel ball pierced through the spirit's body, knocking Wang Jianguo to his knees.

Knowing that the spirit could not withstand the steel ball, she cried out in pain as Wang Zizhou helped her into the house: "Zizhou, bring me Xia Linyuan's head! Quickly quell this chaos."

Wang Zizhou was still hesitating, but seeing Xia Linyuan about to approach the children through the window, he finally made up his mind: "Father, be careful."

After speaking, Wang Zizhou was enveloped in dark aura and rushed towards Xia Linyuan's location.

Watching Wang Zizhou's retreating figure, Wang Jianguo mused to himself, "As children grow older, their thoughts become more complex..."

Wang Jianguo's eyes emitted a ghostly green light, and the spirit that had remained unmoved even when serving as Wang Jianguo's pawn was now displaying an expression of intense pain.

Wang Jianguo opened his mouth slightly, leaned forward and bit the spirit's waist, and the spirit was sucked into his stomach like a wisp of smoke.

After completing the theft, Wang Jianguo glanced almost imperceptibly in the direction of the black pipe. He then got up and walked towards the back door of the house...

Upon realizing the house was quiet, the gunner in the distance abandoned his long-range shooting and opted for a flanking maneuver.

...

"You little brat, if you keep getting in my way, I won't hold back!"

With a sinister grin on his face, Gao Zhan enveloped his entire body in electromagnetic energy, scattering ink-wash beasts around him as he looked at the stubborn children and threatened them.

No sooner had Gao Zhan finished speaking than Gao Yuan, his muscles bulging, charged forward, grabbed a child by the ankle, threw him aside, and roared, "Get the hell out of here!"

To everyone's surprise, the children were not afraid at all. Mo Qi continued to sketch on the paper, and he did not stop even though his face turned pale as a result.

A saber-toothed tiger leaped out of the scroll, fell to the grass and withered instantly, then lunged at Gao Yuan with lightning speed. This ink energy possessed a strong corrosive quality; even though it was much weaker than Wang Lumeng's, a single bite from it would be enough to cause Gao Yuan considerable harm.

Seeing this, Xia Linyuan took a step forward, and the golden staff in his hand instantly extended ten meters. He slammed it down heavily, scattering the saber-toothed tiger. The golden staff continued its momentum and smashed towards the child, intending to first incapacitate these children.

"Divine Painting: Ink Painting of Kunlun".

A scroll floated in front of the child, with ink swirling around it and a black mountain suddenly emerging, exuding the fragrance of ink. The black mountain was about three meters high, with plum blossoms outlined on it. Even though it had become a real three-dimensional object, one could still imagine how magnificent this Kunlun Mountain would be on rice paper.

When Kunlun and the golden staff collided, the top of Mount Hua was instantly flattened, and the dark plum blossoms scattered and fell.