Chapter 676 Creating the Most Beautiful Work

"Granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, you seem to have thought of something."

The painter noticed the changes in Tsurumi Aoi's breath and mood and said this.

He took a deep breath, as if to calm down, and then said in as calm a tone as possible:

"My story is almost over, why don't you just hear the end? Granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, you should hear the end."

"Where did we talk just now? Oh, by the way. I came to Ibaraki Prefecture and found Ruri's tomb."

"Since then, I have often come to pay homage to Liuli and bring her a bouquet of edelweiss. I would sit in front of her grave and have a date with her, talk about recent events, and kiss her... Those days are not bad."

"Until I met that person. Haha, it would be great if I never met that person, but I love Liuli, and I will meet him sooner or later."

"Oyamada Kazuhiro, a man much older than me, a man with no characteristics, actually not worth mentioning. I was still young when I met him, but he was already a middle-aged uncle with a big belly."

"I met him when I was visiting Liuli on the 23rd ceremony. It was a winter afternoon. I brought edelweiss to Ibaraki and came to the back hill of Yoshikoji Temple. And that man, he Standing in front of Liuli’s grave.”

"He was the first person I met who would come to visit Liuli besides me. So, we naturally started chatting. Oyamada is, no, he used to be, Liuli's boyfriend."

The painter deliberately emphasized the word "was".

Then he touched the cover of "Liu Li" again and carefully put it back into the wooden box for preservation: "This book, my treasure, was published by Oyamada."

"After Ruri's death, Oyamada sorted out her belongings. He collected and classified the poems, diaries, and picture albums written by Ruri, and finally formed this book."

"To be honest, when I first met Oyamada, I had very mixed feelings about him. On the one hand, I was very grateful to him. Without him, I would not have met Liuli. But at the same time, I was jealous of him, jealous of someone as mediocre as him. A man actually has a flawless glass."

"I can feel that his love for Liuli is far less deep than mine. The feeling he had in front of Liuli's grave that day was not like missing me, but more like showing off to me triumphantly. So, how could such a person? Is it worthy to have colored glass?”

"As expected, I am the one who loves Liuli the most."

"But after that day, I became friends with Oyamada. Maybe they were just fair-weather friends. People like him don't have any connotations worthy of deep friendship. Of course, I took the initiative to get close to him. People at Yoshikoji Temple are not willing to be friends with Although I am very reluctant to talk about Ruri, if you want to know more about Ruri, you can only go through Oyamada Kazuhiro."

"I forgot how long it took me to meet Oyamada. That night, I asked him to go out for a drink. I went to several izakayas and drank until the early morning. Oyamada was very drunk that day, but he seemed very happy. Finally, That vulgar man, with his face full of drunkenness and burping from wine, told me about Liuli. "

"He said--"

"Liuli, haha. Don't look at me like this now. When I was with Liuli, I was very handsome. You like her poems and paintings very much, right? But you don't know, that woman is actually a bitch. Okay Well, maybe she was a very talented bitch. When she was with me, she was actually dating another boyfriend at the same time. "

"Actually, I know, but I don't care. Because she has a very nice face, and she also knows how to pretend to be charming. Every time I take her out to drink with friends, I always have a lot of face. I'm okay. Just go to a room with her and she'll be awesome in bed... isn't that enough? Anyway, maybe I'll get tired of playing, or maybe she'll get tired of playing, and then we'll separate naturally. Everyone knows it."

"But then, before we separated, something happened."

"Liuli was not with me that night. She went to another boyfriend's apartment. They drank a lot of wine, took a lot of drugs, and probably had sex like wild beasts all night long. Then... Liuli died, and Her boyfriend died together."

"It's ridiculous to say that I was the first person to discover Liuli's death... You don't want to know what it was like in that apartment. There were a lot of police officers that day. Of course, Liuli's death had nothing to do with me, so No one would blame me. After all, I was just a poor person who was cheated on. Moreover, Liuli’s family temple was very powerful, and they suppressed the scandal of this eldest lady, so not many people knew how Liuli died. of."

"After Liuli died, I compiled the diaries and picture albums she left behind. I submitted them to the publishing house with the mentality of giving them a try, and it turned out that someone really wanted them."

"You know what happened next. I helped that bitch beautify her death. I told the people at the publishing house that Liuli committed suicide by taking sleeping pills in the snowy mountains. This is quite beautiful, right? Liuli's book made I made a lot of money, haha, and I still have a lot of face. I showed the book to people around me, and everyone was envious of me for having a perfect lover who was as impeccable as Edelweiss."

"..."

The painter repeated what he once heard from Kazuhiro Oyamada.

Then he laughed. This time the smile on the man's face was inconsistent and fragmented. The corners of his mouth were pulled upward, but his eyes were clearly filled with pain and help.

Kanoya Yukino, who was standing in front of Tsurumi Aoi, silently took out the pink-painted Glock and held it in his left hand.

Her eyes wandered back and forth between the painter and the portrait of Tsurumi Ruri next to him.

Xiaolu had already noticed that the vivid black and gray brushstrokes on the portrait of Tsurumi Ruri were squirming in an extremely strange state, and there was a very bad smell coming from it.

Under the dim light in the room, the image of the beautiful and innocent girl in the painting has become ferocious, as if she will twist and crawl out of the frame at any time.

That painting is alive!

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I seem to be distracted again. I will continue to talk, don't worry, children, especially you, the granddaughter of the Tsurumi family." The painter spoke again, turning his attention to Tsurumi Aoi, "That day At night, Oyamada was very drunk, so I sent him back to his home."

"Of course, haha, I killed him."

"That was my first time to kill someone. I saw Oyamada naked and covered in blood lying in the bathtub of his house. It looked no different from the paintings I drew... He shouldn't have said those words to me , He shouldn’t, he shouldn’t slander my lover.”

"Liuli exists. The pure, noble, and free Liuli that I love, she must exist. I will prove it to everyone."

The painter raised his hand and scratched his neck, as if the collar made him feel uncomfortable. Then he scratched his nails from his neck to his chest, scratching harder and harder, as if he was trying to cut out his throat and heart.

The originally gentle tone finally became hysterical:

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, Tsurumi Aoi. You look so much like her, especially your eyes. Of course, those hard colors in your eyes are unnecessary and a failure. There is still time, there is still time, I will help you remove it.”

"You're not 19 yet, are you? There's still time."

"Oh, you are a descendant of the Tsurumi family, and you are blessed by the gods. I know, I know. I have been preparing for too long to fight against that. But it doesn't matter, you are already trapped in me. Once you are in the painting, you don’t have to think about going out again, so we still have a long time. I will teach you! I will help you become like Liuli, like my Liuli! "

"You are a beautiful child, a pure girl, you should be just like Liuli."

"Then when you are 19 years old, I will take you to the snowy mountains, I will prepare sleeping pills for you, and you will pass away in the most romantic way." The painter's tone became more and more excited, and he finally stopped scratching himself in a self-punishing manner. He turned to slap the huge portrait beside him with his hand, "Look! The glass I painted is much worse than the real glass. But you are different, Tsurumi Aoi, I can turn you into the most beautiful, the most beautiful A piece of work!”

Bang bang!

The sketch was shaking wildly from being slapped.

Cold air flowed out from it, and all the twisted lines on the painting solidified in an instant. With a strange rustling sound, the canvas began to ripple, and a dark humanoid outline crawled out of it.

Tsurumi Ruri!

But it is not the beautiful girl image in the painting.

The woman who emerged from the painting was looming, half-clothed, and had large areas of herpes and red spots on her body. His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, his eyes were sunken, the whites of his eyes were too exposed, and his long hair was scattered, tangled together like dead branches.

She crawled out of the frame on her hands and knees, and her long, sharp nails scratched the wooden floor, making a tooth-aching crunching sound.

Then the ghost-like "glass" appeared from the painting, sticking to the ground, twisting its neck like a spasm and raising its head, looking at Kanoya and Tsurumi opposite. Her face was distorted, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, revealing a set of jagged teeth stained with blood.

"She's out!"

Although he had been mentally prepared for it, the appearance of Liuli still made Kanoya's breathing quicken.

The paper man really crawled out of the painting!

I don’t know what this “glazed glass” is.

Judging from Xiaolu's knowledge of ghost stories, he may be a monster in the category of "painting spirit" or "painting charm". Anyway, it should not be the so-called "Tsurumi Ruri" of Xiaokui's great-aunt.

And this strange story is most likely created by a painter.

In addition, the aura carried by Liuli in the painting is very dangerous to the deer.

It’s certain that this thing is stronger than the train cat demon I’ve dealt with before!

Xiaolu even had some doubts as to whether this "Liu Li" might be a wild god.

However, if Aragami wants to move freely, he needs a certain source of faith.

If Liuli was an Aragami, where would her faith come from?

Some preparations by the painter?

Or is it the audience of readers of "Liu Li"?

Or is it the painter's paranoid love for the perfect image of Liuli that he imagined?

But, for Kanoya, it doesn't matter what it is.

It is also possible that Ruri is not an Aragami, but is just very close to Aragami in strength.

Anyway, according to Xiaolu's preliminary judgment, Liuli is either a low-level Aragami whose strength is far inferior to that of his master's shikigami, or a C-level Kaitan who is very close to the Aragami.

After all, she has a famous teacher to guide her, and there are many ghost stories at home as samples for evaluating the aura. This judgment of the enemy's strength range is almost accurate.

It's a tough enemy!

Fortunately, Xiaolu has been prepared for the battle.

The master said that when the battle is inevitable, seize the opportunity when the enemy appears and prepares, and strike first!

The moment Liuli crawled out of the painting frame, she raised the Glock in her hand and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The Sanskrit mantra slid out from her lips and tongue skillfully, and the bullet engraved with the scripture shot out of the gun barrel.

The dark muzzle bloomed with lotus pure fire!

Empty the magazine!

The pink Glock in Lu Yewu's hand, with great compassion and great mercy, fired 17 times in a row, and every bullet saved the suffering.

However, she did not shoot at Liuli, but raised her hand to aim at the painter.

The moment Xiaolu launched an attack on the painter, the room of the treasure house where everyone was located collapsed. You can also see the distorted scenes in the surrounding environment, as well as the hazy sparks in the distance.

And the painter, a grinning face suddenly appeared in front of him, and the laughter was extremely shrill.

The face was like a shield, deflecting the Glock's bullets, and then disappeared.

"Huh?"

Xiaolu looked closely and saw that a katana appeared in the painter's hand.

It's not accurate to say it's a katana. Judging from the length of the knife, it's more like a large wakizashi.

The knife was extremely strange, pale all over, and the faint light reflected on the blade was like a smiling face.

He clearly claimed to be a painter, but he ended up using a knife?

The painter stood in the twisting darkness with a knife in his hand, and his body seemed to blend with the environment:

"Haha, this wakizashi, Smiley Qingjiang. But I finally got it from Haishi. It was originally to prepare for the blessing of the Tsurumi family. I didn't expect it to be pulled out now."

While he was talking, Liuli suddenly attacked Kanoya!

The Bodhi rosary on Xiaolu's wrist shone, and a golden illusory dagger shot out from a tricky angle, piercing the sudden attack of Liuli, hindering her movement.

"Fu."

Then, the wolf with a lantern hanging around his neck shook his smooth white hair and showed his figure elegantly.

"Yo Yo~"

"Yukino, don't worry! Don't worry! Although I don't understand what the old man said just now, I will help you beat them both!"

The red deer with big horns on his head and his eyes rolling; Miyako, who was carrying a tortoise shell shield on his back and rubbing his hands, also appeared beside Xiaolu at the same time.

Kanoya raised his hand and lit the "servant incense" on the imperial incense burner to strengthen the fighting power of the shikigami.

"The enemy is difficult to deal with, everyone be careful!"