Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1223 Introspection
The painter nodded: "Yes, my name is Fangzhu, Fangyuan is Fang, and Songzhu is Bamboo."

Ding Ermiao sneered and said: "I don't care if you are Fangzhu or Yuanzhu. You caused me to lose a car, so you have to compensate me! If you don't have money, you have to pay the debt with your body!"

"To pay the debt with one's body? No?"

The painter Fang Zhu was almost crying. He looked Ding Ermiao up and down and said, "Brother, I'm old and I'm not a young kid. You, you...just let me go."

The emotional guy thought that Ding Ermiao was going to do something wrong to him, so he was very frightened.

"What little fresh meat and old bacon? I asked you to help me work to pay off the debt. What are you thinking? A pornographic painter, full of unhealthy thoughts!" Ding Ermiao grabbed the painter's clothes and stuffed him into the car without any explanation. Let Ji Xiaoxiao drive.

Ji Xiaoxiao held back her laughter, turned on the ignition and stepped on the accelerator, and headed towards Linshui Bay.

"Brother, what kind of work do you want me to do? How can I repay the debt? I am an artist. I advocate the realm of freedom and uselessness. I wander around the world and am home all over the world. If you imprison me, it is equivalent to killing my artistic life..." In Under Ding Ermiao's control, Fang Zhu did not dare to struggle and said weakly.

Ding Ermiao glared and said: "Shut up, if you keep chirping, I will send you to the black kiln! Artist? You can become an artist just by drawing two small pornographic pictures?"

"That's not a yellow picture, that's the beauty of the human body, that's art!" Fang Zhu expressed dissatisfaction and protested loudly.

"Shut up! If you dare to quibble again, I will strip you naked and let you go to the streets to do art!" Ding Ermiao shouted.

Fang Zhu hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Ai, I can't explain it to a layman like you..."

The car drove into Linshuiwan. At the bottom of the [-]th building, Ding Ermiao escorted Fang Zhu out of the car and pushed him upstairs.

At the corner of the corridor, Hei Wuchang was hiding in the shadows, grinning evilly.

"Don't laugh, go and open the door of the house opposite me, let the painter live in it first." Ding Ermiao said to the shadow.

Hei Wuchang nodded, and a dark wind drifted away.

The painter Fang Zhu didn't know who Ding Ermiao was talking to. He looked left and right and saw no one else.

In front of the door of Room 414 opposite 413, Ding Ermiao turned the door handle with his hand and pushed the door open.I don’t know what method Hei Wu usually uses to open the door’s insurance.

Ding Ermiao pushed the painter Fang Zhu into the room to look around.

This is a rough house, but the toilet and kitchen have been simply renovated, and there are water and electricity.

It can meet the basic living conditions of human beings, but it is not good enough.

"Artist, just stay here and reflect on your life!" Ding Ermiao finished checking the room and said to Fang Zhu:
"You can choose to run away or commit suicide, but you will not succeed, no matter what method, you will not succeed. If you cooperate with me, I will let you go within half a month. If you don't cooperate with me, you will be sent to Black brick kiln. Hey, black brick kiln workers, no matter if you are a young fresh meat or an old bacon, as long as it is meat, they will eat it. You'd better be careful, don't end up ruining your life."

After saying that, Ding Ermiao turned around and walked out and entered his room 414.

As for the painter Fang Zhu, he was naturally guarded by ghost soldiers from the Heiwuchang sect.

"Er Miao, this artist is really scared by you. What are your plans to lock him up?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked in the rental house.

Ding Ermiao chuckled and said: "If I explain to the artist now why he was invited, it will probably take me a day to explain. Moreover, he may not necessarily agree to my request in the end. So, let's intimidate him first, and then lock him up. Polish off his temper. At night, take him to visit the battlefield. It will be much easier to explain to him when you come back."

"Poor artist, he is more unjust than Dou E..." Ji Xiaoxiao smiled and shook his head.

"Don't worry, he can't die or run away. Let's do whatever we need to do." Ding Ermiao didn't care. He found a mat and some cooked food and drinks from the room, then turned around and gave them to the artist Fang Zhu.

The artist is squatting in the corner of Room 413, lowering his head and reflecting on life.

He definitely didn't understand why he was caught here by this unreasonable stranger after he painted a beautiful painting.

"Artist, I'm here to bring you warmth. You can eat and drink these things for free without charge." Ding Ermiao threw the things on the ground and said.

The artist raised his head and asked in confusion: "It's midsummer now. Why is it so cold in this room?"

Heiwuchang sent more than a dozen ghost soldiers to guard here invisibly, and the room was of course chilly.

Ding Ermiao raised his hand, pointed at his head, and said, "Use your brilliant artist's mind to think about this problem. If you don't understand, I'll tell you tonight."

After finishing speaking, Ding Ermiao smiled, turned around and walked out, closing the door for the artist.

It was already noon at this time, Ji Xiaoxiao and Ding Ermiao also heated up two dishes and started lunch.

Halfway through lunch, the artist's screams, like those of a pig being killed, came from Room 413 opposite.

Ji Xiaoxiao was taken aback and said, "Er Miao, you don't know how to play with dead people, do you?"

"No, Fang Zhu must be trying to escape, and those ghost soldiers are scaring him." Ding Ermiao said.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, two ghost soldiers came to report and said: "Generalissimo, that madman was trying to escape, but we stopped him and he fainted from fright."

"Oh..., then rescue him and tell him not to think about running away or committing suicide, but to stay here. If he doesn't obey, you can continue to scare him until he obeys." Ding Ermiao ordered.

The ghost soldier agreed and floated out.

Then, the artist across the door yelled for a long time and finally became quiet.

……

When it was approaching twelve o'clock at night, Ding Ermiao and Ji Xiaoxiao were ready and came to room 413 opposite.

According to the prior plan, we now need to take the artist to see him on the battlefield.

But as soon as they entered the door, Ding Ermiao and Ji Xiaoxiao were shocked.

I saw a big hole like a water tank on the ground in the middle of the living room, and I could see the coffee table in the living room downstairs!

The artist Fang Zhu was squatting on the side, looking down at the big hole and grinning.The expression looked like there was a couple doing something downstairs, and he saw it through the hole.

"Hey, artist, why did you destroy someone's house?" Ding Ermiao pulled Ji Xiaoxiao around the hole and asked.

At the same time, Ding Ermiao was still wondering in his heart, why did Fang Zhu smash a hole in the ground, but he was on the opposite side and didn't hear any movement?

Moreover, there are obviously ghost soldiers guarding here, so they didn't come to inform themselves and let Fang Zhu mess around?
"This is art, the art of destruction..." Fang Zhu raised his head and smiled, then took the mop from behind and wiped the hole.

Only then did Ding Ermiao realize. Look, this is a big hole, and it’s an artist’s three-dimensional painting!
He drew the visual effect of a large hole on the cement floor.

(End of this chapter)