[Ghost White] Love Notes in Taoyuan Township

In the eyes of the ghost-killing hero Momotaro, the beast Bai Ze is really a strange guy.

This person is knowledgeable about past and present, lustful, omniscient, and has no sisters. He is a genius in herbal medicine, a master in cheating, and a strange man with destructive talent in painting.

It stands to reason that his hometown is a great country with 5000 years of civilization, and it is an auspicious animal that communicates with all things. How should the sense of art not collapse to the point where it is now.It's a pity that God is always fair. After filling up the two skills of "God of Herbal Medicine" and "Friend of Women", Bai Ze's other abilities are doomed to despair.

Originally, it doesn’t matter that his drawing skills are bad, at most, the illustration of the prescription looks a little troublesome, but unfortunately Bai Ze is not aware of this, and always thinks that he is a lonely artist who is not accepted by modern people.

On this point, Momotaro sincerely wishes he could listen to Ghost Lamp's opinion.

If this guy could devote one percent of his attention to drawing girls, he wouldn't be able to draw so badly.

This is what the ghost lamp said to Momotaro last time when he sent photos of the competition.At that time, the little prison guard named Eggplant was very happy when he heard it. He shouted "inspiration" while waving his paintbrush, and in a moment he outlined a sketch of a character. The composition is full and the lines are neat, which is quite like everyone.

The person on the left on the drawing paper can be seen as a ghost lamp at a glance. Although the drawing is simple, the expression and movements are almost the same as the real deity.

At that time, Momotaro thought, this is the artist with real potential, and the one from Gokaku Full Moon will not be able to reach his level in another [-] million years.

If Eggplant is the Picasso of Hell's art world, then Bai Ze is probably equivalent to Kobayashi's painter in the voice actor world.

Because of this, Momotaro felt that the world was unreal for a long time after learning that he was going to participate in an art competition.

"There is a saying: cleverness and sensitivity can be relied on but not relied on."

Bai Ze stuffed the registration form into the cardboard box, turned around and showed Momotaro the scissors hand.

"Then please remember to vote for No. 22. If I win the gold medal, the one-year general public facility coupon will be yours."

Momotaro was still immersed in shock: "Compared to the Hell General Ticket, which is not very useful, I want to know what gave you the confidence to participate in the drawing competition."

"As I said just now, even if you are born smart, you can't be lazy the day after tomorrow, so I want to consolidate my painting skills through competitions, it's as simple as that." Bai Ze took out his newly bought mobile phone, "And the girl at the registration office grew up She's so cute, I just got the contact information, I can invite her to BBQ tomorrow."

Momotaro Fuzuo: This is your real purpose.

"Remember to get the numbered stickers for me later. Hang Liu and Di Gu Pi are also entrusted to you. I have to take a step ahead."

Bai Ze saved the number, then hummed a song and ran to the registration point for the sculpture competition where beauties gathered, completely unaware that the girl he just hooked up with was still standing not far away.

Momotaro was used to this kind of thing for a long time, and he didn't even bother to persuade him, so he picked up the medicinal material box and went to Yan Modian to deliver the goods.

This time was approaching the shift change point, and Yan Modian was filled with a lazy atmosphere like all other ordinary offices. Most of the jailers were either yawning or chatting, only the ghost lamp was still processing documents.

"Master Ghost Lantern, here are the hanging pomegranates and ground bone skin that I ordered last time." Momotaro handed over the medicine box.

"Just put it aside." Ghost Lantern closed the reviewed report and stacked it on the hill-like pile of documents next to it.

"That stupid beast enslaved you again to deliver the goods?"

Momotaro scratched his hair, and decided to temporarily hide the fact that Bai Ze went to hook up, so as to save his image.

"Master Bai Ze has been quite busy recently. He signed up for this Hell Art Competition. It seems that he is determined to improve his painting skills."

"Oh?" Ghost Lantern raised his head from the mountain of documents, "Although there is an extension this time, residents other than jailers and even dead people are allowed to sign up, but I remember that it is clearly stated in the precautions that 'certain drawing skills and experience' are required. If the understanding ability is normal If so, how did he convince himself to write his name on it?"

Momotaro was a little surprised: "Does it mean that sinners can also sign up? Then if you win the gold medal, can you reduce the punishment appropriately?"

The ghost lamp waved at him: "Of course not. But don't you think it's a special experience to be thrown into the pool of blood or the mountain of needles with the medals, and fall into endless punishment after the extreme glory?"

Momotaro broke out in cold sweat: Forgive me for not being able to understand the thinking of ghosts and gods.

"But having said that, I really don't want to see the work of that crippled hand in such a large-scale competition." Ghost Lantern opened another report, "But this competition is absolutely fair and there is no shady scene, so I will try my best to Resist not to find out his registration form and burn it."

"Speaking of which, the last gold medal winner was the jailer named Eggplant, right?" Momotaro recalled the award ceremony he attended last time, "Will he still participate this time?"

"I've signed up." Eggplant poked his head out from behind the mountain of documents, "The work has already been completed, do you want to see it?"

He held up a painting from his back as if he had already prepared it, which was half the size of his body, with a sticker numbered "2" on the lower right corner.

Momotaro was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and since the other party was a ghost, his blurted "Damn" was especially funny.

"Huh? This is the one I drew last time, right? I almost couldn't recognize it after I painted it."

Momotaro leaned over to observe the work carefully, and finally sighed: "Sure enough, this is the artist's creation."

Eggplant uses a lot of warm and bright colors on the basis of the sketch, and the overall picture is bright and beautiful, which is extremely eye-catching.He drew two human bodies about to kiss, the one on the left is holding a dagger, and the one on the right is holding a twisted rope. He feels that the moment their lips touch is the moment when they die together. They are clearly in a warm picture, and the emotions expressed But very sad.

Because too much paint was applied, and the details were changed, the two bodies became very abstract, and it was hard to see who the prototype was.

"The fusion of love and death, the collision of brightness and sadness, does it fit well with the title of 'fate'? Although a little artistically exaggerated, the inspiration is indeed from Ghost Lamp—" Eggplant suddenly covered his mouth, "Oh...that's the secret of creation."

King Yan Mo, who was passing by, also spoke highly of Eggplant: "You are indeed a painter who can be praised by Ghost Lantern Lord. I will vote for you when I am next, for the one-year general hell ticket."

"It's just luck." Eggplant pulled his eyes down, "I'm really looking forward to Lord Bai Ze's works, he can always draw paintings that go beyond the limitations of his personality, like me, he's a bit restrained."

As he spoke, he took out a lottery ticket from his pocket: "I don't know what the entry number of Mr. Bai Ze is, I want to vote for him."

"Uh, if you vote for him, you may not even get the consolation prize." Momotaro patted him on the shoulder, "I'll help him get the numbered sticker later, if you don't mind, I can vote for you."

"Thank you, it was a great help!" Eggplant excitedly signed the lottery ticket, and handed it to Momotaro with both hands, "Please help me to vote for Master Bai Ze!"

Upon seeing this, King Yan Mo also took out his own lottery ticket: "Then please help me vote for eggplant."

"I'm going to work overtime next, and I'll leave the voting to you." Ghost Lamp took out a lottery ticket from the snapdragon handbook he carried with him.

"Master Ghost Lantern also voted for eggplant?" Momotaro confirmed to him.

"Why don't you vote for that stupid beast?" Ghost Lantern touched his chin in a state of contemplation, "But if he sincerely begs me and volunteers to refine medicine and do odd jobs for a year, I can consider voting for him."

After he finished speaking, he handed over the lottery ticket, and opened the newly submitted document with one hand: "Use the one from Lord Yan Mo."

The activity called "The Beauty of the Other World-Hell Art Creation Competition" has shown unprecedented grandeur since the first day.

Because the scope of registration is wider than before, and the prizes are very rich, some office workers even took time off to take part in the car.After the contestants have passed the qualification review, staff will post their basic information on the consultation desk in order, so that others can understand and vote.

"Mr. Bai Ze's entry number is No. 22. Please keep the sticker and paste it in the lower right corner of the entry, and submit the entry within five working days."

The sweet staff handed the sticker to Momotaro and gave him another sweet smile, revealing a pair of tiny fangs.

"Congratulations on your gold medal."

Momotaro thanked her and asked her where she could vote for the contestants.

"Over there, the line may be longer, so we have to wait for a while."

Momotaro looked in the direction she pointed, and couldn't help but have serious doubts about this "for a while".

The queue to vote for the contestants is a bit ridiculous. According to conservative estimates, there will be at least an hour of waiting.Because this competition not only prepares prizes for the contestants, but also has special lottery activities for other people.Those who receive the lottery tickets can vote for the player they think is most likely to win the prize. The organizer will confirm the stamp and record the number. After the game is over, a random lottery will be drawn. The corresponding first prize will be a general ticket for public facilities in hell , the second prize is a high-end teacup gift box, the third prize is a figure of the Chinese Angels team, and the special prize is a commemorative mobile phone chain.

With such generous prizes, it's no wonder that all the ghosts are flocking to it, and they don't hesitate to ask for leave to come out and line up.It's just that the medicine that Momotaro put in the full moon of bliss is still being made, if he waits for an hour, then the medicine will be considered scrapped.Of course, if he didn't line up, his consequences would be even worse.

Fortunately, there is no unparalleled road, and Momotaro saw Tang Gua and Xiaobai at three-quarters of the line.

After all, it was a companion who had been employed for many years, Xiaobai also spotted him the moment he looked over, and immediately waved his tail to say hello: "Momotaro, look this way!"

Momotaro seemed to be pardoned: "I'm saved! Please vote for me, this team will have to wait for a long time."

"No problem." Tang Gua showed a large stack of lottery tickets, "My family and friends are basically here, not many of yours."

Momotaro happily counted out the lottery tickets, and handed over his own to Tang Gua.

He was thinking about the medicine in the pot, hurriedly reported the designated number, and then ran back until Tang Gua shouted behind him: "Hey! What numbers are Lord Yan Mo and Lord Ghost Lantern going to vote for?"

Momotaro turned around, clasping his hands around his mouth like a trumpet: "Vote for Eggplant! It's number two!"

He was afraid that the surroundings would be too noisy for Tang Gua to hear, so he stretched out two fingers to him: "See clearly! Number two! It's number two!"

Tang Gua made a knowing gesture to him, lowered his head and painted on the lottery ticket.

Only then did Momotaro feel relieved to go back to the pharmacy to make medicine.

If he knew what happened later, he would rather watch the potion boil dry than queue up this team.

As for why Tang Gua misunderstood "No. 22" as "No. [-]" at that time, it is not so much a communication error as an unsolved mystery.

Of course, for the No. 22 contestant Bai Ze, the extra votes for no reason were tantamount to a sudden nightmare.

Just as he was humming a song to make a list of the beauties he hooked up with recently, and started preparing for tomorrow's BBQ, he received a call from Ghost Lantern.

"First of all, it's a pity that I couldn't burn your registration form. Then, please tell Momotaro that the wrong number was not his fault. Please don't worry about it."

"Yeah." Bai Ze was confused, all his attention was on the note paper full of girls' phone numbers.

"Although I no longer have any hope of winning the first prize after seeing that the 22nd is your handicap, but I have always had good luck in lottery draws, so this time I will never allow any accidents. "

"En." Bai Ze continued to perfunctory.

"If you understand, I'll give you 5 minutes." The ghost lamp on the other end of the phone sounded very impatient, and one could imagine his gloomy expression from the voice.

"Give me 5 minutes for what?" Bai Ze finally came to his senses.

"Of course I'm going to hell, idiot." There was a sound like breaking a pen holder from the ghost lamp, "Get out of here for special training!"