In the studio, Lin Xiaofeng quietly smeared the painting paper with crayons. Dean Yao, who was beside him, held his hands and admired it carefully, and nodded from time to time.

However, Jiang Han could see that Dean Yao was thinking about something else in his mind, such as what Han Yinuo's one million was for.

A short time later, Lin Xiaofeng had completed her first work. On the drawing paper, there were countless banknotes, stacked in stacks, like a mountain of banknotes.

"Dean, this painting is for you."

"Uh...thank you...draw...how do you describe it..." Dean Yao's mouth twitched, and this painting was slapping his face.

Jiang Han almost laughed out loud: "Oh, Lin Xiaofeng really understands the dean."

Han Yinuo, who was standing beside him, did not laugh, but his expression became more and more serious.

Gradually, Dean Yao stopped twitching, and slowly walked to the corner of the studio and squatted down. His eyes stared at the drawing paper in his hand for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

Lin Xiaofeng ignored the dean and buried her head in painting. After a while, she walked out of the studio with three pieces of painting paper.

"Aunt Han, this painting is for you!"

On Lin Xiaofeng's drawing paper, there is a woman with short hair, trampling three men with only one size fit.

"Thank you!" Han Yinuo said with a smile, but did not reach out to take the drawing paper. "Xiaofeng, put the painting on the windowsill. My hand touched the dirty thing just now, which would stain your painting."

"Okay." Lin Xiaofeng walked to Jiang Han with a little disappointment and took out the second painting, "Brother, this painting is for you."

There is nothing on the drawing paper, it is completely a piece of white paper.

Jiang Han was about to reach out to get it, but Han Yino grabbed it: "Xiaofeng, my brother's hand touched his father just now, it was dirtier than mine. Don't let him touch your painting."

At this time, she had confirmed that Lin Xiaofeng was launching a soul contract, and her soul contract seemed to be a kind of ability to see the other party's heart.

This soul contract...is not like Mr. Du's personality at all.

But this is good at abilities and is most suitable for questioning.

As for not touching Lin Xiaofeng's drawing paper, it was entirely a decision made by Han Yinuo out of years of experience and vigilance. Many soul contracts have conditions for activation, such as Yang Xiaozi. The questions he asked must be answered for confirmation before the soul contract can be activated.

Contacting Lin Xiaofeng's painting paper may be one of the conditions.

This worry is not unreasonable. After Dean Yao took Lin Xiaofeng's painting, he kept squatting in the corner?

Just as he thought of Dean Yao, a mourn suddenly came from the studio. Dean Yao half-kneeled on the ground and beat his chest and stamped his feet, as if he was greatly stimulated.

Han Yinuo rushed in immediately, but did not come forward to support him, but only observed carefully from close range.

Jiang Han was about to follow in when suddenly a piece of paper was put into his hand, and then he couldn't help but grab it.

It's that piece of white paper.

"Brother, just hold it." Xiaofeng looked up at Jiang Han, and showed a strange smile that was definitely not hers:

Abnormal changes arise suddenly.

Jiang Han picked up the white paper and looked at it in a daze. His eyes could not leave no matter what. The despair in his heart erupted more like a mountain torrent.

White paper, nothing.

Just like Jiang Han's life.

No ideals, no goals.

No friends, no relatives.

What is the meaning of such a life?

There is no more me in this world, no less me, no less me.

What am I? It's just a lump of protein!

Since it is protein, why do you have to stand and eat and pull it? Wouldn't it be better to turn it into real protein?

When Jiang Han was crying, Lin Xiaofeng had already walked to him and took out the third painting and handed it to the air in front of him.

"Sister, this painting is for you."

Xiaoqian was shocked: "Little boy, can you see me?"

"Hold it, sister, take it." Lin Xiaofeng's eyes became more and more evil, and there seemed to be a slight cold light hidden in her pupils.

On the drawing paper in his hand is a man in ancient costume like a scholar.

It's him...

Xiaoqian could not resist this temptation at all, and she reached out to grab the drawing paper without hesitation. In her eyes, the man in the painting seemed to have walked out of the painting and gave Xiaoqian a charming smile.

But then he took heavy steps and walked further and further towards Xiaoqian.

No, don't leave, don't leave again!

"I just love money, what's the matter!"

In the studio, President Yao roared hysterically, "Can't you have money if you open an orphanage? Can't you have a house, car, and money? I haven't gotten a wife yet!"

"Buy beds, tables, chairs, and TVs, and buy some new clothes for the children. Is it not a good idea? What's wrong?"

"Xiao Ke's prosthesis is broken. Is it not expensive to buy a new one? Xiao Mei has a congenital heart disease and needs to do four more surgery. Is it not expensive to buy it?"

"I sold all my house, my car, and my money was filled in the orphanage, but it was still not enough. Is there any way I can try my best to make donations? I just like money, is there any mistake?"

Han Yinuo looked at Dean Yao's in a daze and suddenly realized that he had a serious misjudgment.

The soul contract is full of strange things, but most of them develop according to the owner's situation and personality. The reason why she was not too vigilant before was because she believed that the decent and principled Du Changqing could not hatch any dangerous soul contract.

But she missed a little bit, that the soul deed was once shattered by the Ninja of the Sky Kingdom with a tremendous hatred, and had been seriously distorted and became evil and cruel.

This cannot be blamed on Han Yinuo, after all, such a thing has never happened in the history of the recorded Soul Contractor.

Now it seems that this soul contract can explore the greatest desire in a person's heart and use this desire to backfire. The way to start is to draw the desire in the object's heart and then hand the painting to the owner of the desire.

Lin Xiaofeng can't control such a cruel soul contract at all, and will only become a puppet in turn!

In an instant, Han Yinuo made up his mind that although this soul contract has high value for utilization, it was simply unstoppable and too dangerous.

Experience told her that it was too late to save her, and this soul contract had not completely separated from Du Changqing's body.

So she took out her cell phone.

"Hey, Lilith!"

"Hmm? Sister Han, didn't you say you used a code to contact me?"

"Let me find a way to make Du Changqing fall, go now." In order to make Lilith not hesitate at all, Han Yinuo specially added, "Otherwise, Jiang Han is in danger of his life!"

Lilith immediately hung up the phone.

Han Yinuo wanted to go out to see Jiang Han's situation, but as soon as he stood up, he was beaten to the ground by Dean Yao.

"Ms. Han, tell me, am I wrong? Is love money wrong?"

Dean Yao pressed his greasy body on Han Yinuo and pulled her tie tightly, "I'm sorry, I've got your tie twisted, I'll help you re-tickle... tie it tighter... tighter..."

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'Bang!'

In Du's house, Lilith kicked open the door of the ward.

"Everyone gets out!"

The housekeeper has become accustomed to this command for two days, so he quickly took the room to leave.

On the hospital bed, Du Changqing's face recovered a lot. Although he was still unconscious, his expression was very anxious and he kept murmuring something in his mouth.

"Don't leave...Don't hurt others..."

Lilith held his hand and immediately felt something inside him trying to leave and swim to the far west.

Suddenly, disgusting, like a loach with a tumor all over the body.

In an instant, Lilith had come up with the same theory as Han Yino.

She tried to use the soul silk to entangle the twisted soul contract and then find a way to deal with it. However, the soul contract's loach-like body was slippery. No matter how dense Lilith woven the soul silk, it could always slide out of the gap, and it was about to completely break away from Du Changqing.

Now there is only one way.

Lilith pulled out her pistol and pushed it against Du Changqing's forehead, and at the same time she trembled and reached her finger towards the trigger of the pistol.

"Sorry."

"Sorry for what qualifications do you have..."

Du Changqing suddenly stretched out his hands and held Lilith's gun tightly, then opened his eyes and showed a wicked smile that had nothing to do with him.

"What qualifications do you have to determine my life and death, and what qualifications do you have to determine our life and death!"

"Fuxk, a shitty soul contract, what are you playing with turning over serfs singing?" Lilith said fiercely, while controlling the chandelier on his head and smashing it down Du Changqing's head!

But when he was only one inch away from hitting Du Changqing's head, Lilith stopped the chandelier again.
Chapter completed!