The boat traveled for a day to Gusu City, and finally docked at the Linjiang Ferry. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At night, thousands of lights are lit in Gusu City, which seems to add a few strokes of carmine to the hazy moonlight.

Xue Yan and Qin Zimo chose an inn in the city to live in. Because Qin Zimo was going to visit a few of his old friends, he left Xue Yan alone in the inn.

Although there are not many people in the inn, it is also extremely lively.

When Xue Yan first came downstairs, several drunkards were talking about ghosts together. happened to see the beautiful Xue Yan, and immediately became lustful, blocking the way and not letting her pass, and there was still a flow of anger in her mouth: "The girl is so beautiful, but she doesn't look like an ordinary person, if not, how can she be a demon?" I heard that there are often demons in those places in the north, and the beauty is better than the women in the world, if you are lucky enough to be able to taste the taste, but the peony flowers are dead, and the ghosts are also romantic, hahaha......"

Xue Yan frowned and said angrily: "Go away, or I'll call someone." ”

"Yo, this little temper is quite choking! I don't think you're a demon, but a soul. One of the drunkards smiled and winked at Xue Yan.

Another drunkard hurriedly took over: "Yes, yes, yes! Have you ever heard of painting souls? The person who paints the painting drips a bowl of painstaking effort before it is made, and the soul of the painting will accompany the painter for the rest of his life. I said little lady, why don't you follow me for the rest of your life? ”

The drunkard took advantage of the wine to grab Xue Yan's hand, and his mouth flew towards her face, Xue Yan took a bowl in the middle at the right time, his eyes lit up, and then he pretended to laugh: "Since you say that I am a painting soul, have you ever seen it?" ”

Although the drunkard was stopped by Xue Yan, he still came up with a smile: "I was fortunate to see the painting soul a few years ago, and it really came out of the painting." It's a pity that it's a man, how can you be so beautiful with a girl. But I've heard that the painting soul seems to be the most jealous. It seems that the girl is quite interested in this, why don't we go into the room and discuss it carefully? ”

Xue Yan suddenly clenched her fists, but her face was still full of smiles, and she said slowly: "In this case, the little woman is quite interested. It's just that there are four of you, and I am only one, so who will be the first to get along with me, and who will be the last? ”

Those drunkards were full of joy because of Xue Yan's immediate promise, but as soon as they heard the question of who was the priority, they immediately shrugged down their faces, and several people were embarrassed on their faces.

After Xue Yan saw it, she didn't hurry or slow, took out a pen and a piece of paper from her sleeve, and then said lightly: "Since you think I am a painting soul, it is better for me to draw a thing, which of you first says what I am drawing, who is the first, and then in order?" ”

When these people heard this, they were very excited, and they drank several cups with each other one after another.

Xue Yan drew a few bees with a few strokes while they were drinking, and as soon as she put down her pen, the drunkard who had just grabbed her hand shouted excitedly: "This is a bee!" It's a bee! ”

After Xue Yan heard this, she hooked her lips slightly at him, and then smiled: "You can answer so quickly!" ”

When the drunkard heard this, he couldn't stop laughing: "That's nature, I'm still waiting...... Ouch, ouch, ah—" Before he could finish his sentence, several large bags of bees were stung on his face and hands from the painting, and he screamed in pain.

A few drunkards next to him saw that the bees in the painting turned out to be real, and they jumped up from the stool in fright, shouting as they ran: "Youkai! Monster! He then ran out of the inn in fright.

Xue Yan secretly laughed in her heart, and then ordered a bowl of noodles at the shopkeeper and went upstairs again.

After eating, she rested for a while, and the proprietress said that the bath soup had been prepared and would be delivered immediately, so she prepared to bathe in the room.

When looking for a change of clothes in the baggage, the painting scroll that Qin Zimo had never left suddenly revealed from the baggage. She took the scroll out of her baggage, and her fingers trembled slightly.

Although she had thought of unfolding the scroll countless times, but now that it was really at this juncture, her heart suddenly swelled with infinite panic. And the words of the drunkards just now all burst out in her mind at this moment, and at this moment, she fell into an unprecedented overwhelm.

However, she still couldn't control her curiosity, and her trembling hands finally unfolded the scroll little by little, until the whole scroll was unfolded in front of her eyes.

There is nothing else on the painting, only the clear light and the murmuring of the river, but there is a blank space in the center of the flowers and plants, and if you look closely, it seems that something is missing.

The drunkard's words burst into her mind again: "The painter dripped a bowl of blood before it was made, and the soul of the painter will accompany the painter for the rest of his life." ”

Her heart was shocked, and she suddenly felt that the person on the scroll should be herself, otherwise how could it be blank. Such a ridiculous idea really frightened her.

"Knock knock", there was a sudden knock on the door, Xue Yan in contemplation was startled, the hand holding the scroll suddenly slipped, and the index finger was immediately scratched by the bamboo thorn on the scroll, a drop of red instantly dyed the color on the blank scroll, Xue Yan hurriedly wanted to wipe off the blood stains, but found that the blood was gone in an instant, and the blood actually sucked the scroll.

Xue Yan put away the painting scroll in distraught, and when she opened the door, the proprietress brought the bathing water. The proprietress saw that she was pale and asked her if she was sick, but she smiled and did not answer.

Only she knows that she has a heart disease. What's more, there is no one to cure it.