Host, stop: You are cannon fodder, not a villain.

Su Wujing didn't do any research on these. He didn't put down the hand that picked up the brush, and he didn't know what to draw.

Lin Shuangchen, who had been grinding for a long time, saw that he had not started writing yet, so he took out his tablet and showed him some famous paintings, not only Chinese paintings, but also oil paintings, and even modern art wall paintings.

Su Wujing read a lot carefully, put down his pen and sat on the chair, put his fingers on the incense burner, watching the smoke rising, without any clue.

Lin Shuangchen saw his suggestion and said, "Would you like to go hiking? The scenery at the top of the mountain should be good."

"No need." Su Wujing refused. He had been to countless mountain tops, and he could naturally draw them if he wanted to. However, he also knew that such paintings were too ordinary and could not achieve the effect Lin Shuangchen said.

Su Wujing's fingers passed over the smoke again and again. After pondering for a few times, he turned his eyes to Lin Shuangchen and said, "A hundred ghosts walk at night."

Lin Shuangchen paused while studying the ink, "Drawing ghosts? Are you serious?"

Su Wujing didn't answer. He stood up and swept away the mess on the table, spread out the oversized drawing paper rolled in the corner, picked up his pen and started painting.

Lin Shuangchen cooperated and took out other paints and various brushes and stood beside Su Wujing, hurriedly washing the brushes, adding ink, and starting.

Su Wujing painted seriously and didn't care about the time. Only when the small cake suddenly appeared in front of his mouth did he come back from painting and look sideways at Lin Shuangchen.

"You can't keep painting. Eat something. I'll accompany you when you're full."

Su Wujing pursed his lips and said nothing. He put down his pen and took the piece of cake, took a fork and took a bite.

Su Wujing didn't like the overly sweet taste. He lowered his eyes, and just as he was about to put down a hand holding a wet tissue, it came to him.

Su Wujing frowned and was about to slap it away, but Lin Shuangchen held his hand.

"Don't move, you've got ink on your face."

"I can wipe it myself!" Su Wujing put down the cake in his hand. He didn't like to be touched like this.

Lin Shuangchen refused, he lowered his head and came closer, "Isn't it the right thing to serve His Highness?"

Su Wujing held Lin Shuangchen's wrist and turned it back with great force. His tone was cold, "Stop being so smart! You're not worthy of touching me!"

Lin Shuangchen begged for mercy exaggeratedly, "Okay, okay! I don't deserve it! Since Your Highness doesn't like small cakes, how about trying something else?"

Su Wujing no longer wanted to say anything about Lin Shuangchen changing the subject, so he pushed the person away with force, picked up the tablet, turned on the camera, wiped the ink off his face, and then wiped his hands.

Lin Shuangchen also brought other food over, avoiding food that was too sweet. He looked at Su Wujing who wiped his face and took a sip of black tea before taking a tentative bite of the soft rice cake.

This time he seemed quite satisfied. Su Wujing slowly finished the three pieces and drank up a cup of black tea.

It was a pity that I only had one bite of the cake. Lin Shuangchen took it over and took a bite. It felt pretty good.

He asked, "Your Highness, you hate sweets?"

"greasy."

Su Wujing replied coldly, picked up the pen and continued drawing, not caring at all about Lin Shuangchen eating his leftover cake.

After painting for almost three days, Su Wujing finally finished the painting of "Hundred Ghosts at Night". Lin Shuangchen looked at the entire painting spread on the ground. The ghosts were different and the ink was smudged. Although there was no direct horror, the whole painting gave people a sense of horror. There is an extremely powerful sense of oppression, as if the hundred ghosts in this painting have come to life. If you look at it for a few more times, you will be pulled in by the hundreds of ghosts in the painting and become one of the hundred ghosts.

Lin Shuangchen couldn't help but take a breath and turned to look at Su Wujing, who was sitting aside drinking tea and eating rice cakes. He was indeed an evil spirit, and the ghosts he painted were so oppressive.

Su Wujing didn't care what Lin Shuangchen thought. After eating the last piece of pastry, he asked, "Masterpiece? Is it feasible?"

Lin Shuangchen silently gave him a thumbs up, "No problem at all, but what about the other paintings? What are you going to paint?"

Su Wujing didn't answer. Painting depends on his mood, and there can't be repeated paintings in the exhibition. He has to take his time.

After taking the last sip of tea, Su Wuji stood up and put down his sleeves, "I want to take a plane."

"no problem."

"Window seat."

"Private jet, you can sit wherever you want."

Su Wujing nodded with satisfaction, "Go and see that stone Buddha."

Lin Shuangchen raised his eyebrows, "Your Highness actually believes in Buddhism?"

"No! I'm going to blaspheme."

Lin Shuangchen suddenly stopped talking. He felt that he shouldn't have any extravagant hopes for Su Wujing.

Lin Shuangchen quickly arranged the itinerary, and Su Wujing also saw the giant Buddha carved on the stone mountain. He raised his hand to trace the outline of the Buddha statue in the air, and it was deeply engraved in his mind.

Lin Shuangchen stood behind Su Wujing, lowered his head slightly and whispered in Su Wujing's ear, "How do you want to blaspheme, Your Highness?"

Su Wujing ignored it, lowered his eyes and exuded some resentment, and curled his fingers into the stone Buddha's eyes.

He knew that Lin Shuangchen was not an ordinary person and could naturally see his movements. The last time his soul left his body was just a way to get close to him. Even without him, the system could forcefully insert Lin Shuangchen's soul.

But Lin Shuangchen did have enough merit, otherwise his body wouldn't have driven out his soul because it couldn't bear it.

Lin Shuangchen did indeed see Su Wujing's actions. He was originally worried that something would happen and wanted to stop him, but was persuaded by this. There are absolute benefits to the soul of an innocent person attached to a stone Buddha and being enshrined by others. In addition, the setting of this world , resentment will not have any impact on this world.

Lin Shuangchen felt that Su Wujing was duplicity again. He said anything to blaspheme the stone Buddha, just to free the innocent souls who died in vain at his hands.

To be honest, Su Wujing can also cooperate with the system to complete the redemption mission.

Say it's okay, but you can't tolerate any sand in your eyes, and you will take action if you disagree.

Lin Shuangchen didn't know what kind of person Su Wujing was.

Su Wujing didn't care at all what Lin Shuangchen was thinking. He went back after seeing the Buddha statue without any delay. He even painted a stone Buddha the next day after returning home.

The simple ink color makes the stone Buddha painting lifelike, and it can also paint a sense of redemption. It is very contradictory when placed next to the painting of a hundred ghosts walking at night.

For a long time in the future, Su Wujing would look for some beautiful scenery on the Internet, fly there, check in, and fly back again, all turned into unique paintings.

Finally, after a year, Su Wujing collected fifty-three paintings. Lin Shuangchen also arranged a painting exhibition, invited a group of bigwigs from the Chinese Painting Association to come and watch it, and arranged for reporters to record the whole process and publish it on the Internet. Build momentum.

The effect was obvious. After the exhibition started, many people came to visit, but Lin Shuangchen begged Su Wujing in the villa to show his face at the exhibition.

Su Wujing didn't like that kind of situation. Whether it was taking photos, videos or interviews, he was very repelled and couldn't give up.

"This is your personal art exhibition. Is it really appropriate for you not to go?"

Su Wujing glanced at him, "I only need to become a painter and hold art exhibitions, nothing else is needed."