The thick black like splashing ink enveloped him firmly, and he couldn't see a trace of light, and the pain of splitting the muscles and bones between his wrists seemed to penetrate into his soul, and the dense turns seemed to be continuously passed into the bottom of his heart, as if whipping his soul, and a soft groan finally couldn't help but leak out, but it was as silent as Fangcai, and then it was like the waves rolling, the tide of the night, and the pain was more and more real, and something took root and sprouted inside the body, he couldn't escape it, his body seemed to be torn apart from the inside, and the broken wrist seemed to be gnawed by thousands of insects and ants, The itch born from the bottom of his heart instantly swept through his body, trapping him in it impenetrably, and he longed to give birth to thousands of long arms that could be scratched without scruples, in order to relieve this boundless spreading itch.

But in the end, this can only be delusional, no one seems to be able to save him, there is an irrepressible low roar in his throat, thick and powerless like the generation of the twilight dragon bell, intermittent howls come out of his mouth, "ho, ho, ho" seems to be a wild ghost in the underworld, the pain and itching are becoming more and more rampant, the cry is no longer able to come out, and the breath disappears into the throat, Qin Yuan is almost in a daze, he wants to know what is wrong with him? Isn't he already dead? Could it be that he aided in the abuse of Yin and Virtue, so he was suffering purgatory torture at this time to atone for his mistakes......

If this is the case, every qiē is his own doing, even if he goes to the road to Huangquan with dignity and dignity for the sake of the benefactor, he can't escape the fact that the palace of the king of Hades is too thin, the sky net is restored and not leaked, Qin Yuan has a wry smile but a hint of relief, what he owes must be repaid, but he is a little unwilling in the bottom of his heart, yes! How can he be willing, in the final analysis, he is a layman, he wants to take revenge to see that their life is better than death, he wants to see them cross the street rats and steal their lives, and he can't live in panic, he wants to see them waste chess and rotten drums, and they are disgusted by dogs and pigs......

He didn't make many mistakes in his life, but the only step was enough to save him from it

―― I don't know people clearly, and I lose all the games.

It seems that the heat flow in the muscles and veins around makes him sigh comfortably, as if soaking in a hot spring in the cold winter, the indescribable comfort is all over the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, Qin Yuan suddenly stiffened and felt that something was wrong, I don't know when the pain had melted, and the unbearable itching also passed in the bursts of heat, replaced by a warm comfort like a mother, as if he was still an unborn baby, staying in his mother's abdomen, wrapped in a mass of heat, comfortable and comfortable.

But God didn't seem to see him comfortable, the heat flow was getting higher and higher, and he even heard the sound of boiling water, maybe it wasn't the water that was boiling but his blood? Who knows, he tasted the smell of blood but didn't feel the blood gurgling out, his body seemed to have become a burning furnace, and there was a tendency to get stronger and stronger, he felt that his body had exploded, and something couldn't wait to rush out.

His voice was hoarse and unbearable, he could imagine that if he was alive at this time, the blood vessels in his neck would have already collapsed, his eyes seemed to fly out of his sockets, and there was no intact skin on his body, he was only afraid that he could stop the child's night crying, fortunately, his body had long since disappeared, no one saw him so unbearable, thinking of this, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, should he applaud himself? At this moment, I am still in the mood to joke......

"Hmm", Qin Yuan snorted, biting his lower lip, the heat in his body seemed to have reached its peak, and his eyes, which had been unable to open before, suddenly brightened at this time, there seemed to be a fire jumping in his eyes, his white teeth were dyed blood red, his eyes were round, his head was crooked, his eyes were closed, he finally couldn't stand it and fainted, at that moment, the corners of his lips were provoked, as if he sighed at this hard-won relief.

And where he couldn't see, the heavens and the earth were suddenly lit up, although he couldn't see the shadow of the golden crow, it didn't hinder the warmth of the sky, Qin Yuan floated in the air, his whole body was transparent, floating with the wind.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the distance, "Hey! Ay! Ay! I'm not late, it's all your fault, the old man is pulling Benxian to play chess! The apprentice is gone, and I will go with you desperately! ”

This person has silver hair and white clothes, his face is ruddy, his whole body is round and he eats very well, this body fat is raised, the fat one is very well-proportioned and will not look ugly, a baby face looks very cute, and his face is full of distress at this time, "Oh, poor little thing, this is a big sin!" ”

"Tsk, isn't this soul quite stable? There are many defeated disciples, do you understand? Don't be around there, isn't that a good life? The stiff man in black looked impatient, but the softness in his eyes and a slightly relieved look betrayed him, and he was tall and thin, a head taller than the man beside him.

It was rare that the chubby baby face did not refute him, and quickly stepped forward and held Qin Yuan in his arms, his right hand continued to tap on him as if playing the piano, and the faint white light jumped into Qin Yuan's body, and the other person did not delay, the black light point seemed to be a little impatient, the two were staggered, the brilliance was mottled, and a little silver light flashed around Qin Yuan's body.

The man in white held Qin Yuan's right hand, and his eyes instantly turned red, "This is really suffering!" Where have we been trampled on so badly, apprentice, Master can only help you get here, we have revenge, we have revenge, we have revenge, we are hard enough backstage, Master will support you! ”

The corners of the black's mouth twitched, and he pulled him up and hugged him in his arms, "Did you say he could know?" Will he know that you are his master? Besides, without your support, you will be afraid, cowardly, and will not take revenge when he is this time? ! ”

The man in white scratched his head and smiled, really, without him, he wouldn't have spared those rabbit cubs, but his round eyes widened, "Isn't it better to have a backstage?" Well, although I can't help him openly, I heard that the drunken chicken in the Southwest Mansion is very good! ”

The man in black rolled his eyes, "You can only eat one tonight, you just ate the sauce duck from the palace!" ”

"Three, how about three? Wow, I'll be woken up hungry at night! ”

"One with a chicken leg, no more!"

"Two, two is definitely enough, I promise that two will not eat anything else!"

"One and a half, you can't eat anything else tonight, otherwise you won't talk about it!"

"So, what about the half? Just give them a lot of thanks......"

"When I'm furnishings? One more nonsense, one! ”

"No, no, no, one and a half is just one and a half...... "Hehe, half more."

The conversation between the two became farther and farther away and gradually disappeared, Qin Yuan frowned and didn't know where he was, his whole body was fluttering, he looked around, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but show joy, this, these are everyone's real works throughout the ages, right?! I didn't expect that there would be such a blessing in the underworld.

He watched almost with some worship, his fingers trembled, his lips pursed, and at this moment he found that his whole body seemed to have air currents swimming around, but he had never been comfortable, as if he had been washed from the inside out, he suddenly came back to his senses and raised his right wrist...... Transparent!

Qin Yuan swallowed his saliva, even if he was a calm and steady person at this time, this imagination was completely different from seeing it with his own eyes, this - is it really what his soul looks like after leaving the body?! He looked down at his body, all of which were transparent, but he could clearly see the outline of his body, and on his body, there was only one brocade coat, although he couldn't see the real thing, but it seemed to follow him.

Before he could react, he looked up and saw that the qiē around him began to change sharply, the sky was spinning, countless Danqing ink paintings seemed to be guided by the deputy and the subordinate, in the shape of a vortex and quickly flying together, Qin Yuan watched them become smaller and then stacked together, forming a book-like album He blinked, his body shook suddenly, and in a blink of an eye, the album flew in front of him.

The album turned mischievously, Qin Yuan's eyes followed him back and forth, the speed of the album was too fast, he suspected that he was about to become cross-eyed, he wanted to cry without tears but really couldn't let go of this good thing, gritted his teeth, reached out to grab, and ran again, don't blame him for being polite! How to say that his more than 20 years of kung fu have not been practiced in vain.

It seems that he has really been hung up on his appetite, the album fell steadily in his hand, Qin Yuan's eyes lit up and he almost couldn't wait to watch, the gray-brown kraft cover looked very simple and solemn, open the cover, the first page of the big "Xuanmo Sacrifice to the Sky" four big characters came into view, and the Xuanxi font was extraordinarily colorful under the gray-brown background.

Qin Yuan was stunned, how could he ...... Looks a bit like a fortune teller thing? Can you have anything to do with divination? Instantly curiosity was aroused, Qin Yuan became interested, opened the page and took a closer look, his face became more and more complicated, his face became more and more entangled, there was disbelief in his eyes, there were surprises, there were sudden realizations, and they were full of sighs.

He thinks that even if he is not a rich five cars, he can be regarded as quite attained, even if his Danqing ink painting can not be compared with the ancients, it can be regarded as having its own style and interest, and this thing, everyone has their own opinions and realms, in addition to the external painting work, there is no suspicion of high or low interest, depending on personal mentality, personal preferences, there is no right or wrong, likes and dislikes, after all, everyone's style preferences are different

-- His □□, my honey, nothing more than this!

The artistic conception has arrived, even if the painting is insufficient, it is better than those who have empty skills and empty moods, but they are ...... Qin Yuan frowned, his fingers unconsciously went to support his chin, but he fell empty, rubbing his forehead awkwardly, he forgot that he was ...... now Transparent, as a result, how can the forehead be touched?!

Even if there is no one around, Qin Yuan is still embarrassed, this, this soul state is really not convenient, he shook his head, put these behind, and continued to think deeply, can painting really be used like this?!