The figure was extremely alluring, possessing an indescribable charm.
"Your paintings? You created them with ashes? Who would like such things? The Queen certainly wouldn't."
Zhou Lin looked at the painter and said without politeness.
"You... you're talking nonsense."
The painter's teeth clenched in anger, as if she had been bullied.
The students looked at the painter and began to discuss.
"This painter is so effeminate, more beautiful than a woman. What is that on the corner of her eyes?"
"I don't know, but the Queen likes this type? No way?"
"Probably. The Queen is too imposing, her aura is different. But this painter is different, she looks like the submissive one."
"And the willing one at that."
The students behind them chattered. Huo Qi and Professor Fang twitched their lips but found it made sense.
In the live stream.
"I think they're right, do you agree?"
"Agree, I don't think they're wrong. Even as a man, I'm not as handsome as this person, and it's a feminine kind of handsome. I like this type."
"As a man, how can someone be better looking than me? Is this even human? Did they have such 'shou' in the Han Dynasty?"
"Damn, I'm envious."
...
Inside the tomb.
"We need to go in. Get out of the way immediately."
Zhou Lin didn't want to waste time and commanded with a cold face.
"Go in? The Queen's tomb is not a place you can just walk into."
The painter sneered at Zhou Lin.
"I stepped back before to protect those paintings. Don't be ungrateful. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
"You were originally from the Han Dynasty, left for the Western Regions, and fell in love with the Queen. Do you know what your king would think?"
"Your family was branded as traitors. Was it worth it? Will you be executed?"
Zhou Lin attacked relentlessly, watching the painter's expression slowly darken.
"Your paintings aren't actually good. You haven't captured the Queen's beauty at all. Most importantly, who would like a perverse painter who uses ashes to create art?"
"Shut up, shut up! What do you know about our affairs? This is the Queen's love for me. Jiaofang Hall, that's where Han Dynasty empresses lived. I'm willing to be a minister in the Queen's harem, so what?"
"This is how the Queen shows her affection for me. You don't understand, you don't understand anything."
The painter spoke as if in a daze, recounting their experiences, their love.
Zhou Lin wasn't angered by being interrupted.
"Do you like it? Did you ask for it? Or did the Queen give it to you herself? What's the use of your paintings? How do you know the Queen isn't just using you? Did you believe her for a little bit of favor?"
"And she trapped you here to guard her tomb, and you're happy about it?"
Zhou Lin continued to sow discord.
"Is there a difference between something you get and something you're given? The taste is different. If the giver isn't willing, can the recipient truly feel good about it?"
A student behind Zhou Lin happened to speak up.
These words made the painter feel increasingly uncomfortable.
What did this mean?
He had indeed requested the Jiaofang Hall himself, but the Queen's expression at the time was very strange, yet she hadn't said anything. By the time he realized it, the Jiaofang Hall was already in the tomb.
But thinking about it, this was a premeditated act. The Queen had actually made preparations long ago.
It was just that the painter was unwilling. In the eyes of the people of the Demon Kingdom, he had only been there for a year and then left. But that wasn't the case.
He had been confined here after a year, and the Queen would visit him from time to time.
At the same time, she would hope he would create some paintings, but most of the time it was to paint the Queen.
Thinking back now, when he painted the Queen, her expressions varied, but there was never any admiration or affection...
He had been used, thoroughly used.
"I... I..."
A flicker of panic flashed in the painter's eyes.
Zhou Lin glanced at the student beside him, giving him an appreciative look. Good, great potential.
This kid finally had someone to talk to.
Good.
Huo Qi, the Professor of Metaphysics, Professor Fang, and Professor Zuo Lin exchanged glances.
They had to admit, Zhou Lin's method of sowing discord was ruthless.
But the effect was truly remarkable.
In the live stream.
"How should I put it? It's effective, but this is truly soul-crushing."
"Haha, maybe this Queen really wanted to use this painter to achieve some unspeakable secret."
"It's exploitation, what more reason do you need?"
"But if that's the case, the Queen is truly terrifying. She can exploit anything?"
"The powerful are always unconcerned with trivialities. It only affects their speed in drawing their swords."
"Makes sense."
...
Inside the tomb.
"You're lying, the Queen loves me, it's not what you think. I'll kill you all."
The painter, unable to accept that the Queen might have treated him this way, conjured a brush from his person.
This brush was adorned with a large eye at the back, and its bristles were red.
It looked very eerie.
"Is that a brush? Didn't they use knives to carve bamboo slips back then?"
One of the students looked at the object in surprise.
"That was for bamboo slips. For silk cloth, they used brushes,"
Another student whispered.
The next moment.
The painter began to draw in his hand, creating a giant monster, a devil that appeared in mid-air.
This devil had hollow eyes without eyeballs.
Like two guardians, they stood beside the painter.
The painter in the center had a grim expression, with two evil spirits beside him.
They had horns on their heads, red faces, and fangs, with extremely sharp fingernails.
They were over ten meters tall.
"You only know how to paint?"
Zhou Lin narrowed his eyes, his face cold.
"The centipede before was drawn by me, hence its fear of water. But this is different. I copied it from the air. This brush was given to me by the Queen. You should be honored to let me use such a brush to kill you."
The painter looked at Zhou Lin and the others, stepping back a few paces.
The two evil spirits on the side began to approach Zhou Lin and his group.
The mercenaries and students behind them flinched back from the approaching evil spirits.
"Captain Song Lin, shouldn't you charge forward? Or lead your brothers to fight to the death?"
Zhou Lin looked at him.
Song Lin was startled, then understood. He was holding a grudge.
"Professor Zhou Lin, do you think we can win?"
Song Lin retorted.
"Then we'll pile up with our lives."