Chapter 2175 [Extra] The Morbid Painter VS The God in the Painting (2)

[Does this mean that everything Little Heavenly Lord draws with his pen will become reality, including...you?]

This is all the information we've collected about this dream so far!

Before Si Jin could ask any more questions, a flood of words rushed into her mind.

The world is also very ordinary, with no major ups and downs in the plot. The only thing that seems to be damned is Lin Yuan's older brother, named Su An.

To be honest, they weren't exactly brothers, but they grew up together in an orphanage and then started working together after they became adults.

Lin Yuan is an artist, and his most stunning works are his paintings. Half a year ago, a painting of a deity descending to earth was photographed by Su An and posted online unintentionally, which caused a sensation in the entire art world.

His paintings of deities are mature, beautiful but not gaudy, with long and sharp sword-like eyebrows that seem fierce enough to defeat all evil spirits, yet also gentle enough to befriend people.

Her multifaceted charm inexplicably puts people in a good mood just by looking at her.

As a result, more and more collectors offered huge sums of money to buy it. After several months of debate, the asking price rose to almost 10.07 billion US dollars!

10.07 billion! Enough for the brothers to squander for a lifetime. So, Su An, blinded by greed, began to constantly persuade Lin Yuan to sell his paintings.

Lin Yuan refused, and even got into a fight with Su An over it.

Unable to defeat Lin Yuan in a fight, Su An secretly observed Lin Yuan's movements, preparing to steal the painting at a suitable opportunity.

Unexpectedly, just a few days later, he discovered that his great artist brother was talking to his paintings.

With? Drawing? Conversation?

"Hahahaha!" Su An laughed loudly as if he had caught something wrong and left.

Not long after, he used the pretext of "paranoia" to have his mental hospital staff forcibly electrocute Lin Yuan and kidnap him.

Then, Su An sold the painting and kept the money for over 10 billion, spending his days indulging in various places and living a life of debauchery.

Unable to prove he wasn't mentally ill, Lin Yuan was trapped here, subjected to daily surveillance, coercion, treatment, and medication, even having to be extremely careful when drawing a picture.

When the message was received, a sketch of a deity had already appeared on the paper. Si Jin saw that Lin Yuan's eyes were red with excitement when he put down his pen.

Before long, his knuckles covered his portrait, his fingertips caressed the exquisitely sculpted face, and finally, he lowered his head and placed a deep and lingering kiss on his lips.

Few people know that this deity is the lover Lin Yuan has dreamed of since childhood.

He wields his brush for the gods; all the paintings he creates in this life are for the gods.

After lingering on his lips for a long time, Lin Yuan finally put down the paper, picked up his pen, and wrote a line of words in the blank space—

Will I encounter a seductive deity in my dream tonight?

After finishing writing, he reluctantly placed the paper on the bedside table, put his head on his pillow with one hand, and fell asleep facing the moonlight outside.

With paintings, Si Jin could freely access the outside world.

Soon, he stepped out of the paper and stood in front of Lin Yuan's bed.

He really wanted to ask: Since Su An is the director of a large mental hospital, he should not be short of money. Even if he doesn't sell paintings, he can live a carefree life. Why does he have to shatter Xiao A Yuan's dream?

But before he could even ask the question, he realized that this was Lin Yuan's nightmare, and everything in the nightmare was illogical.

Therefore, what truly terrified Lin Yuan was not the loss of the painting, but the words "Su'an".

Si Jin bent down, her white robes flowing like a fairy, and gently stroked Xiao A Yuan's pale face on the hospital bed, her eyes gradually dimming.

Over the years, in places unknown to him, how much injustice has Lin Yuan suffered?