Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 3 Summoning Painted Skin
However, after the purchase was completed, Zhang Jingtian saw a red prompt:
【Buyers, please wait at home with peace of mind, your purchased goods will be delivered immediately!

The Municipal Security Bureau reminds buyers not to leave their homes at will.

The moment Zhang Jingtian saw this tip, he felt his heart rise to his throat.

It was a very strange hint, clearly suggesting that they were in danger outside.

Could it be that the monsters from the Scourge have come out again?

The more Zhang Jingtian thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. However, this was not something he could care about as he didn't even have a reserve card maker.

There are so many card makers in Lanruo City, isn't this their job?
"Knock knock knock!" Zhang Jingtian suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the door.

When he walked to the door and looked through the peephole to see who had delivered the letter, all he saw was a paper bird flying away.

"Is this the messenger?"

Zhang Jingtian was very surprised. When he opened the door, he saw the package hanging on the door.

The three cards inside happened to be the materials he had just purchased online.

[Evil Woman] (blue), [Complete Human Skin] (green), [Evil Paintbrush] (blue), all three cards exude a cold aura.

Zhang Jingtian slowly put them down, and the whole process of making cards left by the original body appeared in his mind.

When Zhang Jingtian was about to release his mental power and start making cards, he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside.

Amid the sound of heavy rain, there was also the intermittent crying of a baby.

It was completely dark outside the window, and the street lights that should have been on were all out.

Danger is coming!

Zhang Jingtian took out his phone and found that he had received a series of messages from the group of homeowners in his community:

[The Scourge is causing trouble again, this time with many ghosts crawling out of the Happy Lake!]

[I heard that several card makers have gone there!]

What does this have to do with our neighborhood? Aren't we quite far from Xihu Lake?

[It seems that a homeowner in our community worked near Xihu Lake and a ghost followed him back.]

[What a fool! Why doesn't this person just die?! He's ruining the entire neighborhood!]

"Where's our property management? Don't you have a card maker? Send him out right away! Are we paying you monthly property management fees to take out the trash?"

Sure enough, it was the Scourge.

Zhang Jingtian quickly stepped on the table and took down the suitcase on top of the wardrobe.

That was the legacy his mother left him.

Open the suitcase and find 30 spell cards inside.

The advantage of spell cards is that as long as you have mental power, you can use the corresponding spell card, even if the card was not made by you.

Rich people always have many spell cards in their homes.

He drew out two spell cards that could be used to save his life at critical moments and placed them next to him.

"I have to speed up. The situation seems to be getting more and more unstable. The Scourge has been making small moves over the past few years. I'm afraid they are preparing for a major one!"

"If you can create my Heroic Spirit Card, your chances of survival will be much greater."

Zhang Jingtian sat cross-legged on the bed, completely entering the state of card making.

From an outsider's perspective, he looked like he was asleep.

But in fact, Zhang Jingtian was not resting with his eyes closed.

He just entered his own consciousness space through mental power like other card makers.

From now on, his card making would be completed here. Floating in the air were his card drawing pen, blank cards, runes, and three other materials.

Zhang Jingtian used his mental power to hold the card drawing pen, and then took the first step in making the card.

Determine the card's true name.

He picked up the pen and wrote three words on the blank card with great force:

【Painted Skin Ghost】.

Every word was so powerful that it seemed to penetrate the paper, as if it was about to sink into the card.

After writing his name, Zhang Jingtian seemed to hear the laughter of a female ghost, and something seemed to have quietly crawled into his room.

In an instant, the three materials floating in the air all entered his cards.

The first step was successful.

All he had to do next was write the story on this blank card.

A man met a beautiful woman by chance. They hit it off immediately and spent a wonderful night together, staying in love for several days.

A few days later, the man encountered a Taoist priest on the street and was told that he was possessed by an evil spirit and would soon die. The female ghost haunting him was the woman he had been having an affair with!

The man didn't believe it, so he met the woman again. He locked the door to her room, tiptoed through the window, and saw a ferocious ghost with a emerald face and jagged teeth like saws. He spread human skin on the couch and painted on it with a paintbrush. Then he threw the paintbrush away, lifted the skin like a piece of clothing, and draped it over himself, transforming into a woman.

Zhang Jingtian finally wrote down the entire story of Painted Skin.

This story, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, has no problems in either the plot or the logic.

It didn't take much time, but the image of a painted-skin female ghost came to life on the paper.

In an instant, the story he wrote sank into the card.

This means that his story passed!
Next up is the card face!
Zhang Jingtian began to copy the image of Painted Skin in his mind onto the cards bit by bit.

During the whole process, Zhang Jingtian wanted to give up many times because of the splitting headache.

But he still gritted his teeth and persevered, because he knew that if he gave up now, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Slowly, an evil ghost covered in human skin appeared on the card. It had a hideous face on the back of its head and was grinning evilly at Zhang Jingtian.

But in the mirror it was facing, a beautiful face appeared, with flowing eyes. Although it was just a portrait, it could still capture people's souls.

In the dark and obscure background, one can catch a glimpse of human skins hanging from the beams, which have not yet been painted with portraits.

As a game designer, Zhang Jingtian has a good foundation in art.

But he never thought that he could paint so delicately and so lifelike!
If this is used in his game, it will definitely be a hit!
Now that the card face is ready, the only thing left is to write your name on the back of the card.

This is not only a declaration of sovereignty, but also a process of injecting spiritual power, which is very important.

Zhang Jingtian was neither anxious nor impatient, and finally completed the last step.

Then all Zhang Jingtian had to do was wait.

His mental power began to run wild throughout the space until it was all absorbed by the cards and gradually calmed down.

"Success!"

In an instant, the room where Zhang Jingtian was disappeared, and in its place was a woman who had hanged herself, her eyes full of resentment.

In a flash, she turned into a ghost, a powerful ghost that could change its appearance.

So she transformed herself into young women, seducing men with bad intentions and killing them.

Zhang Jingtian saw the back of a woman standing at the head of his bed.

When I turned around, I saw a face that was half human, half ghost.

(End of this chapter)