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The rattan boat swayed, but it was not tossed by external forces, but a very slight and regular sway, and Hua Lingcai was like being in the cradle, and soon sank into a dream.

Hua Lingcai dreamed that she was riding a rattan boat to a small village full of killing.

Three or five richly dressed men and women held long swords in their hands, and when they saw a villager like cutting melons, they were holding a sword casually, whether the other party was male or female, old or young. When the last person in the village died, the picture in front of him suddenly froze, and it turned into a painting and floated forward.

The men and women holding the long swords in the painting all have a look of remorse, and their eyes are towards Hua Lingcai outside the painting. Hua Lingcai was chilled by the sight, but she still followed the direction in which the painting was flying.

She secretly pulled out a few talismans from the storage ring in case of a sudden haircut.

The painting flew all the way to a stop, but this time it stopped in a house.

It was a large mansion with a very high lintel, and although it was late at night, the door of the house was not closed. Hua Lingcai hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the painting was still moving inside, she still followed and stepped into the door.

It was very quiet inside, there were two bird cages hanging on the porch, and the birds tilted their heads when they saw Hua Lingcai, but they didn't call.

Hua Lingcai followed the painting a few more turns, arrived at a rockery, and finally heard a human voice. She looked through the gap in the rockery and saw a handsome man holding a folding fan singing to the moon with a shy woman. The painting was above the two of them's heads, and the remorseful eyes of the previous ones were still looking at her.

Hua Lingcai didn't understand why this painting had led her here. This man and woman are both talented and good-looking, but what does this have to do with her?

"Oh no!"

Suddenly, an extremely panicked voice came.

This voice startled the two people who were admiring the moon and turned sideways together, and this scene suddenly froze and turned into a painting. The painting was suspended in mid-air alongside the previous one.

Hua Lingcai felt that her mind really couldn't think of such a strange thing, so she decided to let Shark Jiao and Lian Can think about it for her. However, when she touched her neck, she didn't find her beast bone chain!

She searched elsewhere, but found nothing, and she was so anxious that she suddenly understood: she was dreaming, and naturally she couldn't find the beast bone chain.

So she went to look at the two paintings again.

The two paintings flew together again. The strange thing is that the man and the woman who are frozen in the painting are still underground, and they are scurrying towards the panicked little guy.

Hua Ling rubbed his arm vigorously and told himself: Fake, fake, this is just a dream!

The servant took the man and the woman to the empty courtyard inside the front entrance, which had been empty before. Hua Lingcai remembered that when she passed by here before, there was obviously nothing, but now she saw at least thirty or forty men and women standing, sitting and lying down.

Standing was a row of young people who looked somewhat similar, and seated were elders with extremely old faces. There was a man lying on the ground, one of the few people who had slaughtered the village before.

Hua Lingcai's eyebrows jumped, and she couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at the first painting again. The people in the painting still looked at her like that, and the second of them was the one who was lying motionless on the ground at this time.

She could tell at a glance that the man who was lying motionless was already dead.

But the little girl who was crying bitterly insisted that he was not dead, and begged the elders sitting in the chair to save him.

As the sky began to show that the belly of the fish was white, the elders finally agreed to the little girl's plea, and asked her to find a powerful immortal to draw the soul of her dead brother. The little girl was overjoyed and said goodbye to everyone.

Hua Lingcai thought that she was going to follow the little girl, but the two paintings were still hanging there and did not move.

It wasn't until the man with the folding fan, a man and a woman who already existed in the painting, suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground that the two paintings were vaguely about to fly.

It turned out that these elders sacrificed the essence and blood of the folding fan man to protect the root bone talent of the dead man, and the folding fan man couldn't withstand such a toss, so he quickly swallowed his breath. Now it turned into the woman who was with him lying on the corpse and weeping bitterly.

The picture suddenly froze, with a folding fan man on the ground, a woman crying bitterly, and a circle of indifferent clansmen around him.

The woman's sad eyes full of hatred looked at Hua Lingcai again.

The third painting flew together with the first two paintings, and then flew out together.

It was all pitch black outside, and nothing could be seen except for the three paintings. Hua Lingcai followed closely.

This time, the three paintings flew extremely fast, and Hua Lingcai didn't dare to fall behind, so he chased after them with all his strength. I don't know how long it has been flying, but there is finally a place to see in front of me.

It was a magnificent cave, and the little girl appeared outside the cave, bowing down to a man who couldn't see his age clearly.

The little girl is no longer the little girl she used to be, she has grown into a big girl, but Hua Lingcai only knew at a glance that the big girl who shouted "Master" in the mouth of the master of the cave mansion was the little girl before.

The cold man gave the little girl a scroll, and the little girl, to be precise, was already a big girl, and when she unfolded the scroll and looked at it, she immediately couldn't help but be overjoyed and burst into tears.

The scroll depicts the general outline of a person, with a face and hair but no facial features, hands and feet, but no specific clothing and even fingers.

The eldest girl will take the painting back to the old mansion, and her brother is still in the ice coffin. She took out the scroll, unfolded it, and recited several complex spells, and a golden light flashed from the scroll, and then the person in the ice coffin was sucked into the scroll, overlapping with the person who only had a rough outline.

Then, her brother walked out of the scroll, and he lived!

This man lived but had no heart, and since then he has been indifferent to the extreme, except for his sister, everyone else who is not as good as him will not escape a dead word. He has excellent talent, and his cultivation has been rising all the way, and those he can't kill for the time being, he will kill them immediately when he has the ability to kill. He killed many people, and one day he became a murderer.

It's a real murderer, and he became the first person to be successfully opened by the Universals of the Demon World. Then one day, he killed even his sister, who had revived him. He became a complete demon, because because of him, the first war between the two worlds of immortals and demons began.