Chapter 53: The Massacre Ends

"Little beggar!! me, I still don't know your name!"

Li Qianling hugged the little beggar's gradually cooling corpse and couldn't stop crying.

"Be careful!"

Li Qianling cried bitterly for the death of the little beggar, and she didn't even notice the dagger thrown by the ghostly smile.

"Hey, you want to save her? ”

Seeing Su Kezha turn around and wanting to save Li Qianling, the ghost smiled and slashed at Su Kezha from behind, helplessly, Su Kezha could only turn around and resist.

Hearing Su Kezha's shout, Li Qianling also came back to her senses, she was still fighting, even if she died, she couldn't make the ghost smile better.

A donkey rolled and dodged the flying dagger, Li Qianling had tears in her eyes, and burst out with greater strength under grief and anger, and joined forces with Su Kezha, and for a while she fought against the ghost-faced smile and did not fall behind.

The three of Pan Lei Miao, who were in the dungeon, knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world, and after the red light disappeared, the dungeon returned to dead silence, but when they first came in, there was more slaughter. The statue of the Supreme Dao Venerable has a new look, as if it has just been built.

"It doesn't seem to have changed, what's going on with that momentum just now?"

Walking around the statue, Pan Lei Miao didn't find anything strange, and couldn't help but look at the statue carefully again. Hui Yue next to him, with dense beads of sweat on his forehead, seemed to be under tremendous pressure.

"Sister Huiyue, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Huiyue's strange appearance, Pan Lei Miao stretched out his hand to help Huiyue.

"Don't come here!"

Yu Guang saw Pan Lei Miao approaching him, and Hui Yue hurriedly spoke. Under the pressure from the statue, the oppressive Hui Yue could not move at all, and could only resist with all his strength. The bones in his body creaked, and I was afraid that as soon as Pan Lei Miao approached, he would be crushed by this huge pressure.

"Statue!"

Gritting his teeth, Hui Yue spat out two words in his mouth.

Just two words were enough for Pan Lei Miao to judge that Huiyue's abnormality was caused by the statue.

"Is it the eyes?"

Thinking about it for a while with her chin on her legs, Pan Lei Miao remembered an allusion she heard when she was a child.

According to legend, before the unification of the Shenwu Empire, there was a painter Zhang Seng who entered the Tao with painting skills.

Originally, people thought that Zhang was just an ordinary painter. Zhang Seng is more than a variety of wall paintings, especially good at birds and animals, vivid. But he has a bad habit of never painting every painting, no matter how vivid it is. No matter what others asked, he never painted his eyes on the portrait.

After a long time, people rumored that Zhang Sengqian couldn't draw eyes, but after hearing it, Zhang Sengqian laughed and ignored it. Until, a stream of rogues broke into the area. The leader of the Liukou is a master of the seventh stage of blood transformation, and no one in the local area is invincible. The rogues forcibly abducted the people's daughters and robbed the grain, and the local people were miserable. Even Zhang Sengqiu's wife was occupied by this group of rogues.

One day, people suddenly found that Zhang Sengqian had come out of the blow of his wife's snatching and started painting again. But instead of painting a new painting, Zhang Sengqian painted his eyes on his previous paintings.

Puzzled people asked him why he was still in the mood to paint his eyes. Zhang Shengqian explained: "When I draw from the insects and beasts to the auspicious dragons of the previous days, after all the eyes are completed, these birds and beasts will come back to life and expel the wanderers. After everyone heard this, no one believed it, and they began to rumor that Zhang Seng Miao was hit stupidly.

In this way, Zhang Shengqian has to put his eyes on the paintings day after day. Zhang Sengqiu's whole person is getting thinner and weaker day by day. When he lit his eyes for the auspicious dragon, the sky and the earth were covered with dark clouds, strong winds, thunder and lightning. With the roar of the tiger and the roar of the dragon, the roar of the beasts, and the birds and beasts came out of the transformation, and their realms ranged from beasts to king-level demon beasts.

In one day, the Liukou station shouted that it was killing the heavens, and blood poured down from the top of the mountain like a river. After this day, people found that Zhang Seng was nowhere to be seen, and the animals and monsters in his paintings had disappeared. There were bold people who went to check on the Liukou station, and the strange thing was that the place was blood-red, and the smell of blood was extremely pungent, but there was no corpse. ”

"Is the finishing touch real? This statue is alive because of its eyes?"

Thinking of the allusion about turning the dragon into an eye, Pan Lei Miao felt a thrill in his heart. If this statue is alive, this is an immortal, even if it is not an immortal, it is not something that the ancestor of the skull refining realm can resist, let alone his own little hammerskin realm.

"Supreme Dao Venerable?"

Looking at the statue, Pan Lei Miao stretched his neck and shouted softly, for fear that the voice would be loud and startle something.

"Supreme Dao Venerable?"

shouted, but there was no sound, Pan Lei Miao raised his voice and shouted, but there was still no response. This made the sense of horror in Pan Lei Miao's heart a little lower. Although I don't know what happened to Huiyue, the accident happened after the eyes were attached, so I had to take the beads back first.

As soon as he thought of it, Pan Lei Miao put the hunting axe on his back, and crawled to the top of the statue with his hands and feet.

climbed all the way to the shoulder of the statue, and there was still nothing unusual, which made Pan Lei Miao's courage bigger and bigger. Standing on the shoulders of the statue, he felt more and more that the statue was tall, and Pan Lei Miao stood up as a person, but he did not reach the position of the statue's mouth.

"How can this go up!"

After reaching this position, it was more difficult to continue to climb upward, but fortunately, the statue had a few strands of hair on the shoulder, and carefully stepped on the hair stone carving, and continued to walk upward.

On the ground, Li Qianling was dying, and Su Kezha also had many more wounds on her body, and on that evil face, a knife-shaped wound crossed her face, no longer good, only horror.

"Hey, hey, there's not much time, I'm too lazy to play with you. Ghostly face, full of things - the netherworld!"

With a knife cut out, Su Kejia and Li Qianling's minds kept emerging the beautiful things and not good things they had experienced in this life. In front of him, it seems that there is his most important person beckoning to him.

"呲~"

Blood splattered, fiery blood, and poured a ghost smile. Su Kezha and Li Qianling had a long wound on their chests and fell on top of the corpses.

Licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, the ghost face smiled and showed a wicked smile.

"Let's go, go back!"

The long knife was put into the sheath, the dagger was put into the boot, and with a ghost smile and a wave of his arm, the Red Dragon Gang, who surrounded the village woman, walked in the direction of He Shi in the village. As he walked, there was no sound except for the sound of steps.

When everyone arrived near Li Youyan's house, in an incense burner in front of He Shi, less than half of an incense candle had just been burned.

PS: The finishing touch has fictional and exaggerated elements, and it is not the finishing touch learned in textbooks.