“叮当——”

老旧的铜铃被风吹得叮当作响，我靠在简陋的茅草屋檐下，眯着眼抽着旱烟。烟袋锅里的火星子一明一暗，映着几张写得花花绿绿的符纸，正被风吹得到处乱跑。

“王狗子，你这‘画皮妖’又坑人啦？”隔壁的老赵提着酒碗晃晃悠悠地过来，脸上挂着憨厚的笑，眼神却像鹰一样。

我嘴上骂骂咧咧，“什么坑人，不都跟你说了，这是替天行道！妖精作乱，我用我的绝活降服它们，再换个脑子卖钱，不亏不亏。”

老赵呷了口酒，眼珠子转了转，“哟，说到这个我就来气。前几天你画的那只小白鹿精，人家姑娘家家大小，结果你画完，直接原地蹦跶走了，留下个呆头呆脑的木头桩子，我那个侄女还以为被你欺负了，差点跟我动家伙呢！”

我咧嘴一笑，“赵大爷，话不能这么说。那小白鹿本身就不是什么好东西，天天在山林里作祟，吓坏了不少村民。我再画个脑子，它变成个忠厚老实的猎户，不好吗？”

“ Huntershifting and selling the consciences of mountain spirits is what I’ve been doing for three hundred years. Recently, I’ve gotten restless and painted a fox spirit that was a bit too showy. I directly painted it as a nine-tailed fox and ran away. Okay, I’m chasing after it. While chasing, I found out that the fox spirit was actually not simple, and it was related to a bigger whirlpool behind it.” The book title: “I Became a Painting Demon Master for Three Hundred Years”

老赵叹了口气，“话是这么说，可你这手艺也忒悬了点。