The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 119: The God of Creation

Said it was a "little" stroll.

But it was rare for Zhiji to see Annan... plus she had a very poor sense of time, so she spent most of the day wandering around.

Although Annan has hinted it many times, otherwise they would go see Yaweng first and then accompany her out for a walk...

But Zhiji is quite clingy.

Annan is not even sure whether Zhi Ji is shopping with him or he is shopping with his "aunt"...

Zhiji is constantly buying various snacks, clothes, and accessories for Annan. She took Annan almost in a circle around Denisoya, constantly stuffing Annan with things she thought were delicious. The most outrageous thing is that he bought a villa for Annan, which is right next to the headquarters of Zhiji Church.

Yes, Paper Princess also has her own church in Denisaw. And the scale is quite large... After all, more painters want to be taught by Zhi Ji or have been helped by Zhi Ji than Ya Weng.

The greatest reward these painters can give... is to try their best to help Zhi Ji run her church. And Zhiji will also give them a certain amount of holy light marks as wages.

So while Zhi Ji did not run her own church at all and had been traveling around the world selling "limited edition magic paintings" to earn living expenses for those painters in difficult conditions, she was promoted to " Bishop's followers.

When Annan and Zhiji were shopping on the road, they would often see people saluting her on the roadside.

Those who can look directly at the beauty of Zhiji without having their rationality broken...Those who are allowed to see her by Zhiji are almost all Zhiji's bishops.

They were a little surprised when they saw the intimate gestures between their gods Zhi Ji and Grand Duke Annan - however, their professionalism as excellent painters allowed them to clearly detect the difference between Zhi Ji and Annan's faces at a glance. Similarities.

As a result, they suddenly had a little more respect for Annan.

Annan suddenly understood...

The reason why Zhiji chose to take herself out for a walk during the day.

Probably it was to get the bishops from her own church to come over and "recognize them." Lest they turn their backs and cause trouble for Annan. She is also using her connections to pave the way for Annan.

But later, Annan realized that he might have thought too much.

Zhi Ji may be simply because she hasn’t seen Annan for a long time... After all, she still went shopping until she lost track of time.

When she hurried back to Yaweng's house with Annan and Isaac, it was almost dusk.

"It's so miserable..."

Zhi Ji made a mournful sound.

Annan calmed down instead: "It seems that Yaweng is really not in a hurry..."

Otherwise, I would have probably lost my patience and called them back.

Speaking of which... Yaweng's body seems to be a dove?

Yavon, like his three sisters, are both "winged things" and "children of the night". And his true form should be the first pigeon in the world.

Those who are pigeons are like pigeons.

This also makes sense.

What surprised Annan was that Zhi Ji took out the key from his arms.

Just like opening the door of an ordinary person's house, he opened the door with a key very normally. During the whole process, Annan did not feel any trace of extraordinary power.

No living people were seen on the first floor of the villa.

There are only some sculptures and wax figures placed randomly.

But how to put it...

Same as those sculptures made by "Man in the Mirror".

These most outstanding sculptures look unmistakable for living people.

Annan has seen the wax figures collected by "Unbalanced Beauty".

Those are top-notch works at the level of mortals, and they look as if a living person has been directly sealed with wax. One glance at it will even scare the faint of heart.

He has also seen the sculptures made by Michelangelo in the past.

Those sculptures gave Annan the feeling that they were not so "real" but "more distinctive".

The movements and expressions of those sculptures have transcended the postures that ordinary people should have. They are no longer "like living people", but "like characters in mythology".

It is the kind of person who can immediately tell with just one glance that the person depicted in this sculpture does not exist as a real prototype.

The sculptures and wax figures made by Ya Weng also gave Annan a similar feeling.

But it is different from the sculptures made by Michelangelo...

These sculptures and wax figures of Yaweng give people a sense of "this is definitely not true", but at the same time they also have a sense of fear that "it seems like they will come alive immediately".

It’s like entering a ruined temple on a rainy night with lightning and thunder, and lightning suddenly flashes from the sky. The Buddha statue is illuminated for an instant, showing an expression that is half-smiling but not smiling...

It's as if... these sculptures have souls.

It is not that someone’s soul is sealed in the sculpture, but that the sculpture itself generates its own sanity.

"Yo... I'm back."

Annan followed Zhi Ji upstairs. Before he reached the third floor, an old voice slowly sounded from above his head.

I saw an old man sitting peacefully in the tea room in the hall, holding something in his left hand, a slender carving knife in his right hand, and carving something in the palm of his left hand.

It was an old man with a hooked nose, a beret, deep eyes and a thin face. His skin was slightly wrinkled and he wore thick glasses on his face. He looks like an old scholar.

A bit like an older version of Zun, and also like a thinner Osamu Tezuka. But what people are concerned about are his fingers.

From an artist's perspective, his fingers are too fair and slender. There is no cocoon, but it is very stable.

Because Yaweng squinted his eyes and concentrated on carving something with a straight face, it was impossible to tell what his mood was.

The old man just glanced sideways at Annan and Zhiji who had just gone upstairs: "Do you still know about coming back?"

Then he nodded slightly to the chair next to him: "Sit."

"Hey..."

Zhi Ji responded nonchalantly and subconsciously moved closer.

Ya Weng suddenly glared: "I didn't let you sit down! You stand aside and reflect for a moment - child, you sit down."

"Okay, thank you."

Annan sat down next to Yaweng neatly.

He did not directly ask what he wanted to ask.

Just tilted his head and looked at Yaweng's work at hand.

It was just a human finger bone. It's the full middle finger.

But Annan did not need a magnifying glass to see steam engines, gears, firearms, and mechanical springs in the extremely precise patterns on it... Just looking at it, it was as if he could see an entire era.

Annan even had the illusion that if Yaweng let go of his hand from this finger bone, the steam engine carved in this finger bone would be able to run on its own!

"This is a bone sculpture."

Ya Weng said lightly: "An art that is tabooed by people."

As he spoke, he blew gently and placed the phalanx in front of him.

Annan then noticed that there was a right hand made of brass placed in front of his desk. The details of this right hand are extremely realistic, but the back of the hand has been opened ~IndoMTL.com~ to reveal the continuously rotating gears inside.

And its thumb is a living plant, its index finger is a gem, its ring finger is wood, and its little finger is jade. They are wrapped around the back of the brass hand, without any sense of disharmony, but with a strange incomplete beauty.

Ya Weng placed the carved human bone **** on the only missing **** of the mechanical right hand.

The mechanical right hand suddenly made a fist on its own.

In an instant, it becomes "the perfect thing."

As if it had been given life, it floated up on its own.

Yaweng no longer paid attention to the bone sculpture that he had just stared at with great concentration, but waved his hand in disgust.

Then the "hand" bowed to Yaweng and flew away on its own.

"A random gadget I made while I was waiting for you."

Ya Weng noticed Annan's gaze and explained casually: "If you like it, take it with you when you leave."

Having said this, Yaweng also glared at Zhi Ji.

Zhi Ji made an embarrassed hehehe sound.

In front of Annan, Zhi Ji is like an elder, but in front of Ya Weng, she is like a little girl pretending to be well-behaved in front of the teacher.

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