Click!

The three-dimensional picture drawn under the brush shattered without warning.

At the last moment, Gu Juan saw that in the three-dimensional painting scroll, Sun Chuanmo's corpse seemed to move, and reached out to hold the brush on his body.

He didn't have time to think about it, not even think about anything, he just slashed out with an axe, and slashed heavily at the brush that suddenly rippled.

Click!

This time, the thin brush was truly and completely broken in two.

Huge amounts of black ink erupted from the breach, like a broken river embankment, spreading out in all directions.

The flames around Gu Ju rose, opening up a safe space for himself, and without any hesitation, he slashed over with a few axes.

It wasn't until the pleasure/feeling of health and experience bonuses swept through his body that he let out a long breath of turbidity, trembling and taking two steps forward, grabbing the broken pen that was falling from mid-air.

"It has lost all spirituality, in other words, if the pen was alive before, now it has lost all signs of life. ”

"The boots that suddenly appeared at the end seemed to be standard cavalry combat boots, with dried blood stains on the bandages wrapped around their hands, and the arm guards, which were obviously also equipment in the army......"

Comparing it with the cavalry equipment of Zhennanfu Military Town, although these horse boots and arm guards have the marks of the craftsmen of the Wei Dynasty, they are not today's standard equipment, and the biggest possibility is that they are still a batch of equipment from a previous period.

The owl should be the old man of Xiaoshan, but at that time, it seemed to be a little weak, compared to now, it was basically a level of heaven and earth.

But who is the owner of those riding boots?

Now the very powerful old man of Xiaoshan turned out to be just something that the guy dropped casually, and it looked like he threw away a pet without hesitation.

and this brush that made him suffer a lot, and it was also the guy who put it on Sun Chuanmo's corpse.

So, who exactly is this person?

This suddenly became the biggest question in Gu Juan's heart.

However, a long time has passed since what happened in the picture, at least how many years have passed.

Therefore, although Gu Juan was extremely wary of the owner of the pair of combat boots, he was relatively calm, and after thinking about it to no avail, he immediately put the focus in another direction.

Gu Juan looked around, and the black water flowing across the ground lost its source of power, and in an instant, it turned into steam and volatilized under the scorching of the red flame, and then disappeared, leaving only a series of intricate lines.

He was very interested in these lines, and he was even more interested in the ghost faces created by these patterns after they were formed.

There were also a few pieces of red paper that he had taken away, and upon closer inspection, he found that this red color was not caused by any kind of dye, but should be the color formed after soaking in blood.

And after an in-depth comparison between him and Xiang Wei, it was finally determined that it should be the blood of the old bird.

This is well worth thinking about and studying.

After standing there and thinking for a moment, Gu Zhu made up his mind and prepared to start a painstaking job.

Even though he had studied various drawing courses such as engineering drawing, mechanical drawing, and even computer drawing in the previous time and space, it was a terrifying task for him to complete such a huge job under the current conditions of lack of precision tools.

But he still started without hesitation, starting from making various measurement markers, measuring, calculating, recording, and drawing little by little, and really gritted his teeth and persevered.

When you are sleepy and tired, you go to a distant place and wipe your face with snow, and when you are thirsty and hungry, you go to a distant place and stuff some snow into your mouth.

When you are bored and don't want to do it, you can recall the pair of riding boots that appear at the end of the three-dimensional picture, so as to spur yourself on the alert.

In this boring process, he accidentally discovered that Xiang Wei in the bronze mirror really lived up to the name of radar, and through its strange perception methods, it was surprisingly easy to use when measuring the distance and length of the lines, as well as various arc changes that made his head as big as a bucket.

In this way, I don't know how many days and nights have passed, Gu Juan finally finished the last stroke and made a record of the last data.

Immediately afterwards, he began to push backwards again, and measured whether the data he had was accurate enough against the traces of the lines that had not disappeared.

Gu Juan returned to Sanpu City and rented a single-family courtyard in an inconspicuous place to live.

There is a lot of movement of people here, and there are so many fresh faces coming and going every day, so it's a good place to hide your identity.

He lived a semi-secluded life every day, and except for going out every once in a while to buy necessary food, he kept huddle in his house, constantly practicing his drawing skills.

Ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Gu Juan finished drawing the last line on the only remaining red paper at the end, looking at the almost proportional reduced version of the ghost face on the paper, he took a deep breath, wiped off the red stain on his fingertips, and prepared to start the next test.

Failure is the mother of success.

But after many failures, the paper soaked in the blood of the alien has been used up.

In other words, if he still failed this time, he could only temporarily discard his brilliant idea and give up making the spirit rune that might be the first in this world.

However, if successful, what he does will be a groundbreaking move, and in an instant, he will be able to enrich his combat skills and complete the magnificent transformation from a melee warrior to a mage warrior suitable for both near and far.

If this brush hadn't broken, he might have successfully activated the effect of the ghost face, but even if he did it again, he would still not hesitate to split it into two pieces, and there was no reason for him to be soft-hearted.

Under the bright candlelight, Gu Juan stared at the ghost face on the red paper, took a deep breath again, and slowly stretched out his hand to point on the ghost face.

A little scarlet spark lit up silently.

In the next moment, Mars turned into a thin red line of fire, meandering along the complex trajectory outlined by him, and in an instant, most of the lines were lit up and burned.

A fiery but eerie aura emanated from the ghost's face.

And as the remaining lines lit up in turn, this aura quickly became more condensed and terrifying.

Is this going to be a success!?

Gu Juan held back a ray of joy rising from the bottom of his heart, and continued to carefully control the speed and precision of the flame output at his fingertips.

Finally, the mixture of fiery and gloomy aura merged together in an almost perfect posture, affecting his mind a little.

The last piece of red paper was instantly engulfed in flames, illuminating Gu Ju's face that suddenly became gloomy.

Lying grass mud horse!

It was only a moment away from tasting the first achievement and happiness, but at the last moment he lost to his own trembling.

What an embarrassment and loss it is.

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Chapter 180: Imitation