要说这鬼王赖上我的事儿，得从那天画完他开始。那天老板夸我手艺见长，我得意得很，没把老板那句“眼神太直，逼得人心慌”当回事。可接下来发生的事儿，让我琢磨着，或许老板那老狐狸眼神儿真毒。

画完鬼王那晚，我本来是打算睡觉的，结果外头突然“咚咚咚”砸门。我估摸着是后巷那帮混混又来收保护费，趿拉着鞋去开门，就听见门外有个声音尖利：“多少日子没见到你这张人脸了，鬼王大人！”

我哼一声：“滚蛋，不识抬举。”随手把门闩拉开，冷不丁对上一张惨白脸，那眼神……啧，跟画出来的一模一样！

那鬼王咧嘴一笑，露出两排碎牙，围着我转了两圈：“哟，小画师，还认得我呢。别开玩笑了，外头天都黑了，我找你有点事儿。”

我这人最烦鬼鬼祟祟的，especially when it comes to spookier-than-the-ghost-king things, so I said, "What for? If you don't have any business, I'm busy."

He sneered, "Busy? I heard you painted me perfectly. I just want to see it again."

I crossed my arms, "Can't do that, you're dead."

He scoffed, "So what if I'm dead? I can do terrible things to you if you don't cooperate."

I felt a chill down my spine, but didn't show it. "Get lost."

Suddenly, the painting on the wall of my room flew off the hook and landed right in front of the ghost. He grabbed it, his fingers glowing faintly. "This? It's mine now. You drew me, so you owe me."