He didn't know what these two paintings were now, and he couldn't open them.

Since the last time something happened, the scroll has been like it was welded to death, and it can't be opened, why is it so, and naturally I don't know.

"What the hell happened that day, when we rushed in, a person was lying on the ground alone, no breath at all, who did it?" Zhou Dingcheng asked.

It was still in a post station on their way to Beijing, and of course they remember all this very well. He couldn't have remembered that it was the first time he had been assassinated.

Of course, many things are recalled after the fact, mainly after being stimulated by the assassination, some vague memories are actually very clear.

Before he entered the post station, washed up, ate and drank, he didn't feel anything abnormal, and he didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation, after all, there were more than a dozen Ouchi guards around to protect him and Huang Jin, and there would be no mistakes at all.

After he returned to the post room, he was lying on the bed still thinking about when the danger would come, at this moment, the window opened, and when he was alert to this, a little cold light had approached his eyebrows, he didn't think about anything at the time, just used all his strength to turn his body to the side, trying to avoid the vital point of his eyebrows, as for the time before he had time to think, he didn't even think about what the situation was, it was just an instinctive reaction.

Then he heard a thud, and the sound was dull, as if a huge bird had crashed in, suddenly fallen, and died on the ground inexplicably.

It was this feeling that the moment he came to his senses, he found that his two paintings flew out of his bag on the bed and then wrapped around a person, and the assassin who flew in through the window did not struggle at all, and immediately became a dead bird.

When he looked at it again, the two paintings flew back into his bag.

He was completely stunned, he didn't know what was going on, and then there was a bang, but it was the guards outside who heard the movement, slammed open the door and rushed in, and when they saw the scene in front of them, they were all stunned and didn't know what was going on.

Where did a dead body on the ground come from? Did the dead man fly in on his own, and he still had a snowy long sword in his hand? What's going on?

Moreover, he looked at the guards who came and found that Zhou Dingcheng was following behind these people, and he was also confused.

Suddenly, Huang Jin rushed over with all the guards, and asked what was going on, everyone, look at me, I look at you, no one could answer, so I had to ask what happened just now.

Besides, he didn't know what was going on, and he was lying in bed when he heard something coming in through the window, and when he sat up to check it, it was like that.

Of course, the guards didn't believe him, it was a complete nonsense with their eyes open, but there was no trace of a fight in this scene, and they didn't hear anything other than the thud. The guards carefully examined the body of the "dead bird", and it turned out to be unharmed.

"It's an Assassin, an Assassin who has been bought." The commander of the Ouchi guards sighed.

"You know him?" Huang Jin asked.

"I don't know, but this kind of person can be seen from his momentum and technique, he should be the kind of assassin who is hired for a lot of money, but how did he die well, and he didn't have any injuries on his body, and it didn't look like poisoning?" The commander watched for a long time, and was even more confused, he didn't know how this man died.

Later, Zhou Dingcheng found an opportunity to ask him what was going on when there was no one around, and quietly told him that it was the painting. Zhou Dingcheng understood a little and did not continue to ask.

Those Ouchi guards looked at the eyes a little dizzy, they felt that they used some method they didn't know to kill the person who came, after all, it was a miracle doctor, who knows what tricks they have.

In fact, even if there were no two paintings of the Savior at that time, and he was sure to escape, he did avoid the head at that time, and then he could send out the talisman on his wrist, he didn't believe that the assassin's change of tactics was faster than he sent out the talisman, but these two paintings were one step ahead, but it saved his talisman, after all, the talisman has a limit on the number of shots, only twice a year.

When the book is used, there is little hatred, and the same is true of kung fu, and I have always thought that what I practiced was only health preservation, but at that time when my life was at stake, it showed no less than the wonder of any exercises, if it wasn't for the soft and boneless whole body of his cultivation, he couldn't avoid the sword that would kill at all.

"You say this thing can fly out and kill people on its own now?" Only then did Zhou Dingcheng know the truth of that day.

"It's just that I don't know what's going on, it seems that the flying swords made by those swordsmen in the legendary novels have this function." Besides.

"No flying sword has this kind of function, but it has an autonomous consciousness." Zhou Dingcheng smiled bitterly.

He remembered that once, when he opened the two paintings, he was so frightened that he fled from the house, and now he was somewhat glad that he was wise, otherwise he would have become a "dead bird".

Moreover, when you touch these two paintings, you can't feel anything, just like ordinary canvases.

He doesn't know what to call this thing now, it's definitely not a soldier talisman, the talisman has no effect of automatic launching, repeated use, and it won't automatically fly back, these two paintings should be this kind of strange change after killing Han Ziping.

It's just that one thing he knows is that these two paintings are indeed sucking people's souls, and they are sucked clean at once, and the souls of the dead are all sucked away, so they die without scars.

He felt a little sad for the assassin, even if he was killed by the sword, he could still turn into reincarnation, and after the soul was sucked clean like this, it would definitely be impossible to re-enter reincarnation.

He doesn't know if there is reincarnation in the world, but he would rather have it, otherwise there is really no hope for people, how sad it is for people to only live for one lifetime, if there is reincarnation, even if they are reincarnated as cattle and horses in the next life, at least there is hope of continuing to reincarnate as a man.

"Why can't you figure out what you've drawn yourself?" Zhou Dingcheng was puzzled.

"I really don't know what's going on, and if I did, I wouldn't be able to draw it." Besides, he smiled bitterly.

Zhou Dingcheng thought about it, if he really wanted to paint such an unbelievable painting, no one could do it, and neither could he paint the saint Gu Kaizhi. It is said that Gu Kaizhi used the finishing touch to draw a living dragon, which is just a legend.

He felt panicked when he looked at those two paintings now, and he really admired that he kept these two paintings every day.

Besides, now looking at the two paintings he painted, he is also a little unsure, this is a great contribution for himself, the first to kill Han Ziping, the second to save his own car many times, no matter what, you can't abandon it.

"You say this thing is a hell's gate or a spirit flag, I always think it's like both." Zhou Dingcheng also wanted to touch the two paintings, but his hand retracted halfway through, as if he was afraid of being bitten.

Besides, he laughed, what was going on, of course he absolutely didn't know, when the old man Qianji would show up again, ask the old fairy for advice, but this time he was proud, the painting he drew was more effective than the military talisman, and now he just doesn't know if he can fly hundreds of miles to kill people.

"You kid can not only rejuvenate people, but also make this monster, if I hadn't known you for so long, I wouldn't have been able to imagine what kind of monster you were, the White Lotus Sect and Maoshan Taoist priests would have to bow down when they saw you." Zhou Dingcheng said with emotion.

"I've heard the two kinds of people you said, and I haven't really seen them, but I'm going to use these two paintings as my trump card to save my life, even if it's backlashed in the future, I'll admit it." Besides.

"Probably not." Zhou Dingcheng can only say this, and he has no score in his heart.

"Hey, how did you draw this painting, let's discuss it, I'll also draw one and put it next to me to be brave." Zhou Dingcheng said and poured another bowl of wine.

Besides, it was only then that I realized the intention of him when he came into the house to say these words, and it turned out that he wanted to learn his skills in painting such paintings.

"I don't know how to draw this thing, it's those hell pictures, you've seen them all, I've drawn a lot of them, only these two are like this."

Zhou Dingcheng thought for a while and said: "I saw the soul conjuring banner of the Maoshan Taoist once, it is said that it can really attract the soul of the lost soul, but the refining method is not known, it is said that there is only one soul conjuring banner in each generation of their faction, which is passed down from generation to generation. However, your painting is not a conjuring spirit, but a soul devouring, which has absolutely nothing to do with your painting skills. ”

Besides, nodding, of course he agreed.

"The portrait of Qiu Xiang you painted last time seems to be able to absorb some kind of energy and grow itself, let's seal that painting, if it is not sealed, will there be this kind of change?" Zhou Dingcheng thought about the painting of Qiu Xiang again.

"No, these are completely different paintings, although Qiu Xiang's portrait is demonic, it will not harm people, this painting is purely sucking people's souls." After a few tosses, besides, I already knew very well what was going on.

"Whether it's a category or not, it has nothing to do with painting, is there something special about you?" Zhou Dingcheng wanted to figure this out.

Besides, now he is like a mirror in his heart, the reason is, of course, the energy of the golden dragon on his body, but he can't tell Zhou Dingcheng.

"I remember that you have an inexplicable energy in you, the empty hand that specializes in restraining the Empty Dao Gate, could it be that kind of energy?"

"It's possible, but that kind of energy can't be found at all, and it can't be used when it wants to, only when it wants to play a role."

"Well, then it must be the reason, it's a pity, if the energy in your body can be used freely, none of us will be afraid." Zhou Dingcheng yearned.

"yes, unfortunately not." Besides, I don't want to continue the topic, sighs.

"It's a pity that Qiu Xiang's portrait was placed in Nanjing, so I didn't bring it here, otherwise I could have studied it well." Zhou Dingcheng left with infinite regret.

Besides, after he left, he picked up the two paintings again and continued to try to open them in various ways, he couldn't just give up, this was a matter of his life, and it was by no means child's play.