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"help me."

He doesn't want to die.

The cartoonist put the fat man in front of him, and asked him to seek death here. Either he was pierced by Chen Lu's palm, or he was revived by the curse.

Of course, Chen Lu wouldn't just watch the fat man die. His ghostly energy erupted, his ghost eyes revived suddenly, and the black light tilted towards the fat man.

"Zizzi"

The black light shone on Fatty. Chen Lu thought it was helping Fatty, but it actually brought Fatty closer to death.

I saw bursts of black air emanating from his body, a painful look on his face, tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling, his mouth roaring in pain, shaking the whole room.

But his hands are still moving, and he's still drawing.

Chen Lu understood that the curse that expelled him now would push him to death, so he quickly stopped, but it was useless now.

The fat man's whole body began to evaporate, and black air rose from his whole body. The black air didn't fly upwards, but found the right direction, and burrowed towards the portrait on the ground.

The fat man keeps evaporating, and keeps getting into every portrait. Now every painting is him, except that he is no longer him.

The fat man disappeared.

There was only one black pen left on the table. The pen was ordinary, but also terrible.

In fact, the fat man had already died early in the morning. When he picked up the pen and began to draw his cartoon head, he was absorbed by the pen all the time. When Chen Lu arrived, he thought he was still alive, but It's really just an empty shell.

Perhaps if Chen Lu didn't come, then he would stay in this small room forever and ever, drawing his own portrait all the time, unable to survive or die.

Chen Lu looked at the portraits on the ground with cold eyes.

Ordinary people are so weak and pathetic in front of ghosts that he clenched his fists unconsciously.

The pen on the table trembled slightly. Obviously no one was holding the pen, but the pen just stood up and began to draw on the white paper. His drawing speed was so fast that Chen Lu didn't even have time to stop him. He was like a printer. A complete painting was drawn from top to bottom, and the person in this painting is no stranger to Chen Lu.

This is his headshot.

His face was expressionless, and he looked at Chen Lu as if he were looking at a dead object.

A suction force came from this piece of paper, and Chen Lu's soul seemed to be sucked out. Once Chen Lu was sucked into the paper, his fate would be the same as that of the fat man, completely turning into pieces of blank paper.

"Humph."

Chen Lu snorted coldly, his left eye swelled, and a monstrous black light fell straight on the white paper, and the white paper on which he was drawn instantly started to burn, burning into nothingness.

But the attacks by cartoonists did not end there.

"Whoa, whoa."

A gust of wind blew through, and layers of drawing paper in the room were lifted up, even a terrified self-portrait of a fat man flew up, the entire room was occupied by self-portraits, and each self-portrait was painted with a person's expression.

These are different victims, and the number is definitely not limited to the existing victims, but more of the dead people he brought from another world.

Or the living dead.

Because the people on each drawing paper are very vivid, they are crying, struggling, or resenting, whispering, calling for help coming from the drawing paper, all telling Chen Lu.

They are all alive and they are not dead.

"Help me, save me!"

"Let me out, let me out!"

"Don't kill me, you bad guy, don't kill me!"

The cartoonist needs the soul of the characters to make everyone come alive, so he imprisoned everyone's soul, neither human nor ghost, neither alive nor dead.

Hearing the irritable voice, Chen Lu frowned, grabbed a piece of paper, crushed it, and the ghostly white hands directly evaporated the whole paper.

Just after Chen Lu "dead" a piece of paper, the surrounding ghosts screamed like an explosion.

"what!!"

"He's killing people, he's killing people!!!"

"He's the devil, the devil!"

Countless reprimands and curses fell on Chen Lu's ears, and they completely forgot that it was the cartoonist who killed them, not Chen Lu.

Chen Lu froze, as if he was really affected.

But the next moment, he raised his head with calm eyes.

"Do you really think this will affect me?"

Chapter 2 Back to the Villa

Chen Lu took a sudden step forward, tears of blood were slightly hidden in his right eye, and the blood tears lingered, a ghostly aura swept across the audience suddenly, and Kayako's curse erupted in shock.

A pair of Kayako's eyes appeared on the paper, and all the papers were printed with Kayako's curse, and this was also the beginning of clearing the field.

Chen Lu is a rational person, he will save those who should be saved.

But don't force the damned to stay.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, this is in line with the laws of nature.

Chen Lu blinked slightly, and then a pair of ghostly hands quietly appeared on the paper, grabbed both ends of the paper, and tore it lightly.

"Tear."

The sound of tearing made the whole place quiet, all the cursing stopped at this moment, and the place was completely clean.

"Clap."

The pen fell on the table and there was no more drawing.

Because real cartoonists are amazed.

Surprised that all his savings are vulnerable in front of Chen Lu, but a curse can solve it.

It is considered unlucky for the cartoonist to meet Chen Lu. All his little ghosts are nothing more than a curse in front of Chen Lu, so it is considered heavenly.

But Chen Lu couldn't be happy, because what happened just now was the accumulation of human lives.

A burst of ghostly spirit was leaving the room quickly. Chen Lu keenly sensed that the ghost was still trying to move, so he preempted it. Four chains shot out from the door behind him and hit the air. An invisible person in the air was imprisoned by the chains. Locked firmly, and the figure of the cartoonist gradually revealed.

A fat middle-aged man wearing a beret looked disgusted at the moment, looking at Chen Lu unconsciously with hatred in his eyes.