In a certain parallel world, Xia Country.
Jiangzhou Art Academy, nine-thirty in the evening.
"Where did this brush come from?"
Entering the dormitory, Su Qing was somewhat puzzled as he looked at a brush on his pillow.
Could it be that one of his thoughtful sons had gifted it to him, the old father (づ◡ど)?
They actually knew how to give their old father a surprise, truly teachable children.
"Tsk, this little trinket is quite something."
Su Qing examined the brush. The pen body was made of jade, although, of course, he wouldn't think it was genuine jade.
Because his roommates were all broke.
Well, so was he.
Su Qing bent over and picked up the brush. A refreshing sensation permeated his body as soon as he held it.
At the same time, a piece of information appeared in his mind.
[Qiankun Creation Brush, hold the brush to paint the universe, everything written or drawn with this brush will come true.] [Energy: 1/100]
"Holy shit!"
Su Qing couldn't help but exclaim in a refined way.
Cheats! Golden Finger!
Having lived for twenty years, besides an exceptionally handsome face, he had always been unremarkable.
Was it finally his turn to get lucky?
Su Qing calmly locked the door from the inside and casually took out a blank sheet of paper, spreading it on the table.
Then he searched for a picture of a beautiful girl from a certain country's comics.
After that, he prepared to pick up the brush to paint.
Now that he had obtained such a divine tool, not practicing his painting skills by drawing a picture of a beautiful woman would be a disservice to this brush.
It just so happened that it was the weekend today, and the three sons in the dormitory weren't coming back. The dad would draw them a mom.
Su Qing was a sophomore in the Fine Arts Department at Jiangzhou Art Academy in Xia Country, specializing in traditional Chinese painting. His painting skills were excellent, and using a brush to paint was second nature to him.
He looked at the picture on his phone, first sketching the woman's graceful curves on the white paper, then gradually refining the details of the important areas, preparing to draw the head...
"Beep beep beep beep~"
His phone suddenly rang.
Su Qing stopped his brush and answered the phone.
"Hello? Delivery? Okay, I'll be right there."
Su Qing hung up the phone, thought for a moment, and decided to take his brush with him. Then, he hurried out of the dormitory.
About twenty seconds after he left, a streak of blood-red light flew out of the white paper and landed on the ground, transforming into a shapely beauty, only she had no head.
She touched her neck, a strong sense of malice radiating from her as she vanished through the wall.
"Clang!"
Su Qing, who had turned back, pushed open the door and saw the headless female ghost disappear through the wall.
The unfinished beauty on the paper was gone.
Whoosh, cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.
"This is… I've really messed up."
Su Qing's face was pale, and he swallowed.
He had just run out of the dormitory when he suddenly thought that the unfinished beauty would also revive.
It's just that after the resurrection, she'd become a headless female ghost.
That's why he rushed back, wanting to tear it up.
But he didn't expect to be a step too late.
He didn't know if there were ghosts in the world before; but now, this long-standing mystery that had troubled humanity had finally been answered by him.
In other words, he was a hero of mankind.
If all of humanity knew about this, they would have to thank him, and even kindly thank his entire family.
Su Qing forced himself to calm down, then quickly picked up the Qiankun Creation Brush and wrote on the paper. He wanted to reverse time, back to before he drew that ghost.
But what he didn't expect was that the tip of the brush didn't leave any marks on the paper.
"What's going on? It failed?"
Su Qing was stunned. He glanced at the energy bar; only 0.2% remained.
[Energy: 0.2/100]
The next moment, another piece of information appeared in his mind.
[The more powerful and difficult the things the Qiankun Creation Brush draws and writes, the more energy it needs.]
In other words, the remaining energy wasn't enough to support him specifying a time reversal through writing.
"Then how do I collect energy?" Having his doubts explained, Su Qing asked another question.
[The brush uses the deceased's wish power as ink. The brush owner can replenish energy by fulfilling the deceased's last wishes.]
Su Qing asked again, "How do I communicate with the deceased?"
[Souls of the deceased who have unfinished wishes will automatically seek you out.]
From the back-and-forth, Su Qing confirmed the brush had intelligence: "Why did you choose me?"
There were many people in the world more outstanding than him. Why would such a good thing fall to him?
Was it because he was the best at eating?
There was no free lunch, only traps.
[Your Excellency, there's no need to get to the bottom of it. Just know that everything is fate. This world is about to face a crisis of destruction. I hope Your Excellency will use this brush well.]
"And you? Who are you? A brush spirit?" Su Qing's mind was racing. After all, there were sword spirits and maybe brush spirits too.
"I am just a wisp of consciousness. After explaining your doubts, my purpose is fulfilled, and I should dissipate. I hope you will handle things well, honored one."
This was the last message the brush conveyed. After that, no matter how Su Qing called out, there was no response.
"Apocalyptic crisis?"
Su Qing shook his head, pushing these far-off matters out of his mind, and his thoughts returned to the present.
The urgent matter was to get rid of that ghost as quickly as possible.
Lest she harm others everywhere.
The energy he could squander was not much, and there was no time for him to fulfill a last wish to replenish it, so he could only choose the most economical way to eliminate the ghost now.
Su Qing pondered for a moment, then used his phone to search for pictures of the Heavenly Thunder Talisman and began to draw on paper.
To ensure this talisman could kill the ghost, he added two more characters: "Kill Guaranteed."
After some thought, he added "Guidance" as well.
Would this be considered adding two buffs?
After finishing, a flash of purple light appeared, and a dark purple Heavenly Thunder Talisman lay quietly on the white paper.
Searching for images on Baidu and drawing the divine talisman based on his phone – this was what he called the powerful combination of science and theology.
At the same time, all of his energy was completely depleted.
Su Qing rushed out of the dormitory to find the ghost.
If the ghost he accidentally drew had killed someone, he would never be able to live with himself.
Because of the addition of "guidance," the Heavenly Thunder Talisman pointed towards the direction of the girls' dormitory after he rushed out of the dorm.
"Why would a female ghost make things difficult for other women?"
Su Qing sighed in lament, and then suddenly thought of something, his expression changing, and he quickened his pace.
"Damn! She's going to steal a head!"
Sure enough, whether human or ghost, one must work hard to strive, and only then can one have a head and a face!
Even ghosts are working so hard, what right do you have to be a slacker?
Girls' dormitory, Room 302.
The room was dark, with no lights on.
The only illumination came from the moonlight streaming in through the window.
Four figures, dressed in light clothing and with long legs crossed, sat in a circle, telling horror stories.
College students always enjoyed doing such boring and self-destructive things.
In movies, this kind of behavior usually meant they were about to get a box lunch.
"Xue Ying, it's your turn."
After the girl facing away from the balcony finished speaking, she raised her chin towards the girl opposite her.
The girl named Xue Ying had a gentle and delicate oval face, with lively eyes. She wore a white lace camisole, and her long hair was wet, clearly just after a shower.
Seeing it was her turn, Xue Ying deliberately used a low voice to create an atmosphere of dread: "I heard that a crime of passion happened at our school, a woman chopped off a man's head…"
The four of them were immersed in the terrifying atmosphere, but they didn't notice that there was an extra figure among them.
This figure had no head.