Wen Aya interrupted the adult's words, she looked at the adult and said, "I understand the next thing without you talking about it." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info You have given the people from outside the town to the Mother of God, but your conscience has also been tormented, haven't you? So, you also sent a messenger to find the Mother of God and begged her to let you erect a street sign outside the town, and then you put up a street sign in the street of the town. You're doing all this just to keep anyone from entering the town, and if anyone still comes into the town, you can give him to the Mother of God to gouge out his eyes, right......?"

She sneered, looked at the adults and the shopkeeper with disdain, and said, "What's the difference between you doing this and that ruthless Divine Mother?"

The adults and the shopkeeper couldn't help but bow their heads in the face of Wen Aya's questioning.

When Wen Aya saw it, she couldn't help but feel soft in her heart, knowing that these people had also suffered a lot of torture and pain, and she had no choice but to do it. So, it is also worth forgiving!

"So, your messenger has seen the face of the Mother of God, hasn't he?"

"Nope. ”

"Oh?" Wen Aya pondered for a moment, then nodded, "I see, the messenger she sent and the messenger you sent were blindfolded, right? Really?"

"Yes. The lord nodded.

Wen Aya couldn't help but sneer: "If you can't see the true face of the Divine Mother, you can't know who she is, and you can't find out the real motive for her gouging people's eyes, you can't solve this case, and you can't stop her from gouging people's eyes every night." So, when you hear the townsfolk say that the eye-gouging is a god, you follow everyone's saying. Because of this, you don't have to solve the case, and you won't be called incompetent by the townspeople. Over time, you are not only not incompetent in the hearts of the townspeople, but you have also become a hero. Because the townspeople can't get out and no one gets in, there's a lot going on in the town, and it's all up to you to take care of it. Really?"

Wen Aya nodded again when she saw the adult, and she couldn't help but say slightly angrily: "But I want to really scold you for being incompetent." Your townspeople haven't seen the true face of the Divine Mother, but those outside the town have seen the true face of the Divine Mother. If you ask these people, they may not tell you, but if you promise to let them go, I think they will tell you. In this way, you can find out who she really is, whether she has a grudge against you, or what her motive is for gouging people's eyes. In this way, maybe you can solve the case and catch her, and your eyes don't have to be gouged out. ”

When the adult heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "How do you know that those people outside the town have seen the true face of the Divine Mother?"

Wen Aya was stunned for a moment, isn't it, adults can't understand such a simple thing? Could it be that adults are stupid? But looking at the sharpness of one of his eyes, he doesn't look like a stupid person.

Seeing that Wen Aya didn't answer, the shopkeeper couldn't help but ask curiously, "How does the little brother know that those people outside the town have seen the true face of the Divine Mother?"

Wen Aya was speechless, she didn't expect that even the cunning shopkeeper hadn't figured out this matter, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, looked at the shopkeeper and the adult and asked, "Am I not from outside the town?" So, since I, a person from outside the town, can see the true face of the Divine Mother, other people outside the town can also see it, right?"

"Huh?"

"Oh. ”

The adult and the shopkeeper didn't turn a corner for a while, and as soon as Wen Aya said this, they suddenly realized it, and then couldn't wait to ask: "Then can the little brother tell us what the Divine Mother looks like?"

Wen Aya thought for a while and said, "The Divine Mother is a woman of about thirty years old, she is extremely beautiful and gorgeous, she has long black and bright hair, a pair of big black eyes, but these eyes are blind, her temperament is very lonely and lonely, and she is also very resentful and sad. Who among you knows such a woman?"

The adults, the shopkeepers, and the people standing there listened to this, and they imagined in their minds for a long time, and it was difficult to imagine what the Mother of God looked like. So, these people looked at Wen Aya expectantly, hoping that she could give more language pictures.

Wen Aya knew that these people's imagination was limited, and it was difficult for them to paint a person's face in their minds just by listening to the dictation. She couldn't help but sigh and turned her eyes to look at Bai Muzhen.

Bai Muzhen was shocked when she saw Wen Aya suddenly turn her eyes to look at him, thinking that she was going to insert his eyes again, so she hurriedly blocked her eyes with her hands and shouted: "Don't insert my eyes!"

"Did I say I was going to put your eyes in the eye?" Wen Aya asked with a smile.

"Then why are you suddenly looking at me?" Bai Muzhen asked rhetorically, he was now abused by Wen Aya into a frightened bird, as long as Wen Aya suddenly glanced at him or smiled at him, he would think that she was going to insert his eyes.

Wen Aya smiled: "I just saw you dressed as a scholar, I guess there is a lot of ink in your stomach, so I want to ask you if you know how to paint?"

Bai Muzhen was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "I understand a little, I understand a little!"

Wen Aya listened, turned her eyes to look at the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper, go find a blank piece of paper and pen and ink." I'm a servant who can help you draw a portrait of the Mother of God!"

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately asked Xiao Er to go to the counter to get it.

Xiao Er hurriedly took the order and left, and after a while, he took the paper, pen and ink and handed them to the store, and the store solemnly handed these things to Bai Muzhen.

Bai Muzhen reached out and took the paper, pen and ink, and spread it out on the table. As he sharpened his pen and ink, he pondered how to put pen to paper. After a while, I saw him pick up the pen and draw. In this painting, everyone held their breath, their eyes widened, and they watched Bai Muzhen draw staringly.

Bai Muzhen has no stage fright under the gaze of many people, he has a pen in his hand, his posture is elegant and precipitated, his eyebrows are focused, and the corners of his lips are slightly pursed, so he looks like he is concentrating on painting. In this way, not only attracted Wen Aya's gaze, but also made everyone present can't help but quiet down and quietly admire his paintings.

After a while, Bai Muzhen put away his pen, he picked up the painting and handed it to the adult: "My lord, please look at it!"

Wen Aya stretched her neck to see how Bai Muzhen painted, but unfortunately, after he finished painting, he handed it over to the adult. And the position of the adult was just opposite hers, and there was a table in the middle, and she couldn't see it even if she stretched her neck.

The shopkeeper sat next to the adult, so when Bai Muzhen handed the painting to the adult, he curiously stretched his neck to look at the person in the painting with the adult. At this sight, he couldn't help but be shocked.

The adult took the painting and looked at it, and immediately his face turned pale, his body trembled, and his hands trembled.

Wen Aya looked at it and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

The adult raised his eyes, with a hint of disbelief and a hint of horror in his eyes, he looked at Wen Aya and asked, "Little brother, are you sure that the goddess you saw is the person in the painting?"

"Of course!" Wen Aya was very curious, she really wanted to take the painting over and take a look at it, to see how Bai Muzhen painted the Divine Mother.

When the adults heard this, their hands trembled even more, and their faces became even paler. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said with difficulty: "But this...... The man in the painting died seven years ago!"