Inside the hall.

The tattooed man was flirting with the long-haired woman in his arms, and suddenly, the long-haired woman turned around, and her bright face suddenly turned into a grimace with blue fangs.

The tattooed man was so frightened that he kicked the woman to the ground.

"Oh, Brother Jiang, why are you kicking me. The woman wailed, and suddenly found that a large area of red lotus karmic fire was burning around her, and the living room became an endless hell, eerie and terrifying, and countless imps with broken hands and feet crawled out of the cracks and surrounded them hideously.

"Ah!!h

"There's a ghost!!"

"Fuck you, who's messing with the ghost!" the tattooed man stood up and strode in the direction of the evil ghost, the red lotus karmic fire reflected on his face, and the hideousness on his face was much more than that of Hell Shura.

He kicked the imps on the head, trying to kick them away. But as soon as he touched it, his foot sank into the mud made of flesh and blood, and the karmic fire burned all the way up his ankle and climbed to the root of his leg.

The tattooed man kicked his legs and tried to extinguish these karmic fires, but the karmic fires grew on him, biting his legs and sucking his flesh.

There was no pain. I watched my legs disappear little by little.

Bang dang!

The tattooed man fell to the ground unsteadily, and the imp crawled over and continued to eat his mutilated leg. He stared at the imp with a pair of bare eyes.

"You are the ghosts of hell, I am the ghosts of the world, see which of us will kill whom!" After speaking, he raised his hand and slapped those little ghosts fiercely.

Soon his arms were the same as his legs, slowly disappearing, and if you look closely, you can clearly see that the red karmic fire on his arms is a myriad of dense little ghosts, they are like a tide of insects, more like a tide of corpses, gathering together, peeling off the skin and flesh, and gnawing on the muscles and bones.

In the end, the tattooed man was eaten by the imps.

The woman fainted completely when she saw the last scene. The other four men could not escape and eventually lost consciousness in endless fear.

……

In the living room of room 0814, a group of unconscious men and women are lying horizontally.

It's quiet as if nothing has happened.

Bang Bang Bang ......

There was a regular knock at the door, and the woman lying on the ground suddenly opened her eyes, stood up, walked to the door in a sluggish manner, and opened the door.

Ying Xiaochuan walked into the house one after the other, looked at the scene in the house, and the expression on his face was a little indifferent.

Yin Cao Ghost Burning Talisman.

Its effect is to make the person who has been cursed have the most feared illusion in his heart.

Boiling picked up the black wooden box on the table and asked, "What are you going to do with these people?"

The meaning of his question was obvious.

Killed. Or, let it go.

Ying Xiaochuan said: "Don't kill, but don't let it go." I've called the police, and I'll leave the box here for a while, so that will be the evidence of their theft. I'll take it back and contact Mr. Wang, and this matter will be over. ”

As he walked to the door, he said, "We need to hurry up, or we'll have to meet the police." Oh yes, and to avoid any confusion, I'm sorry to cancel this video footage. Just the long, round black head in the hallway...... Hey, why did you blow things up, that thing is expensive!"

"Shut up and go back and paint me shoes!"

……

The sun is scorching and the breeze is blowing.

Hillside.

The three demons of Hongzhong, Fa Cai, and All of them lay on the window, quietly peeking at the gods and the boss.

There was an ancient painting on the dining table in the hall, and the fairy and the boss were standing on the side, one person and one immortal were talking, and the atmosphere was a little tense.

"It's amazing, there's really no you on this painting. Ying Xiaochuan was amazed at the picture scroll.

"Hmm. Boiling rose responded lightly and advised: "Wait for the deity to go in later, you can draw a comfortable shoe, the shoes I like are inlaid with gold edges." ”

Ying Xiaochuan smiled: "You can rest assured, how comfortable and luxurious, how to come, you are satisfied." ”

Only then did he feel comfortable, turned into a light, and entered the picture scroll.

The gods on the cliff have reappeared, in exactly the same posture as before.

"Boss Boiling, can you really pick this flower?"

"What flowers?" said Boiling, standing in the painting.

"That's it, Manju Sahua. ”

"No, you can't. In this painting, there are dead things except for the deity, how can dead things be brought to the world. ”

I see.

Ying Xiaochuan dispelled his curiosity, raised the pen and fell, and hooked it to his feet.

Suddenly, something was wrong.

He frowned and redrew several times.

The result is still the same.

"Hurry up, tickle?" urged, impatiently.

"Got it, got it, isn't that just about to draw?"

Ying Xiaochuan shook the pen and fell again. The scroll is clean, and there is not a single trace of new ink.

"What's wrong?"

Ying Xiaochuan said in a deep voice: "The pen can't get out of ink." ”

"What!" he shouted, and came out of the painting, standing barefoot on the ground, his eyes the size of a brass bell.

"Say it again!"

"Try it yourself. Ying Xiaochuan handed the pen over.

Boiled taki took it and drew a few random dishes on the table. Sure enough, the pen was already dry, and not a drop of ink could be squeezed out.

"Why don't I let Hongzhong go down the mountain to buy some ink and come back?" Ying Xiaochuan suggested.

"The ink of the world is useless. He frowned, staring at the fairy pen in his hand, his face gloomy.

"What's going on?"

"The deity doesn't know, I have to ask Lu Dongbin about this, he is the owner of this pen. Boiling asked, "Can you contact Shanglu Dongbin?"

"Yes. Ying Xiaochuan took out the peephole mirror and opened WeChat.

Boiling Long immediately came over curiously, Ying Xiaochuan introduced some basic functions of WeChat to him, and then opened Lu Dongbin's chat interface and sent a message.

Yichuan Fengyue: Boss Lu Dongbin, I have successfully unlocked the seal of the Boiling Boss, but I forgot to draw shoes for the Boiling Boss when I was painting, and now I plan to make up the painting, but the fairy pen can't produce ink, why is this?

Lu Dongbin did not return immediately.

They stayed in the middle of the mountain that night, and they were not in a good mood all night, so Ying Xiaochuan asked Facai to make him a few fish, and after eating the fish, his complexion improved slightly.

Half past eleven in the evening.

WeChat, which had been quiet for a long time, shook slightly.

The one person and one immortal guarding the side suddenly became energetic.

Lu Dongbin: Boil, Fengyue. I already know what you are doing in the mortal world, and I need to tell you that once you use the pen, the ink in the pen will dry up automatically. Because this fairy pen has been idle in my hands for a long time, I have not prepared new ink, you want to put shoes on the boil, you can only prepare new ink yourself, the materials needed for new ink are all found in the world.

I didn't finish reading the message, and another one came in.

Lu Dongbin: Of course, if you are willing to go barefoot, I don't mind, and you don't have to go so bothered to do anything new. When he returns to the sky, I would like to ask the barefoot immortal for him: what posture is the most fashionable to walk barefoot.

Boiling squinted, snatched the peephole mirror in Ying Xiaochuan's hand, clicked on the WeChat voice, and scolded: "Lu someone, I beep - your mother!"