[Urban High Martial Arts] + [Imagination] + [Catching Tricks] + [Written and Ink] + [Summoning] + [Refreshing Articles]
This is a world where pictures show the saints and pens and ink connect the gods.
Above the sky, dimensional cracks are like torn rice paper, filled with the mystery and ominousness of the other world at all times. Human beings use picture scrolls as shields and paintbrushes as spears to turn all things in fantasy into reality and resist endless invasion.
Some people drew giant ships, crossing the void; others drew mythical beasts, suppressing a city.
In the most dilapidated tube building in the city, Wei Chen held a charcoal pencil for sketching and listened to his sister's faint moans from the nightmare in the next room.
On the doctor's diagnosis, the words "soul weakness" were like a reminder that he could not pay.
On his drawing board, there were no mechas or majestic dragons and phoenixes.
There was only one picture of a black-bearded god general with an angry look drawn on the yellowing talisman paper using incense ash and water.
"If gods and Buddhas are all false..."
He raised his bloodshot eyes and his voice was hoarse,
"Then I will draw a god with my own hands who can kill all the ghosts in the world!"
Very cool, well written