Mu Yufei raised his head and walked in a figure-eight, looking particularly comfortable.

"I'm going to find that unscrupulous painter again, alas." Although he sighed, judging from the expression on his face, Mu Yufei did not hate Mr. Piant.

"Don't be an unscrupulous painter all the time, I think Mr. Piante is not bad." Hu Yanxue retorted.

"Cher, you've changed, you like that."

Shepherd's exaggerated imitation of Mr. Piant's madness, as if he had a convulsion.

"Yufei, can you do me a favor?"

"No problem, you say."

"My hands are itchy."

"Uh-huh... Mr. Piant is such a good role model for the boss! Loved, loved. ”

The door to the Echo Gallery is still closed, but the original gilt on the door has been dyed with purple daisiness.

The evil color covered the gate, but the small snake pattern entrenched on the edge of the door didn't seem to care.

"Are we in the wrong place?" Mu Yufei scratched the back of his head, "I remember that the gallery door is not like this." ”

"Yes, it was obviously golden before." Hu Yanxue walked to the door with a stone hammer and looked up and down.

"And there are no such ornaments." The natural thing that the pastoral flying finger is the small snake relief on the edge of the door.

Squeak, squeak, squeak. The door was pushed open by Mu Yufei, and when he looked through the gap in the door, it was pitch black.

"Is Mr. Piante at home?"

Mu Yufei habitually felt for the power switch on the wall next to him, but he soon remembered that there seemed to be no electricity here.

"Ahh

There was a deathly silence in the gallery, except for the voice of Mu Yufei echoing inside.

No one responded to the shepherd's voice, only the endless darkness in front of him.

Hu Yanxue took out the torch from her backpack, and the light of the fire was like a flat boat in the vast ocean, which could be swallowed by the night at any time.

The faint glow of the fire reflected a huge painting of Vess, whose statue on canvas showed a gloomy smile.

Monsieur Piante stood in front of the painting with his back to the shepherd, motionless like a sculpture.

"Pi, Mr. Ante?" The heavy feeling of depression was like a pair of invisible hands tightly pinching Mu Yufei's heart, as if even breathing normally was a luxury.

"Great God, I will offer you the best sacrifice."

It is no longer the original magnetic voice, but full of evil, even with a mechanical sense of wood.

He turned around, and the only right eye that was not obscured by the shadows was staring at Mu Yufei and Hu Yanxue.

Cold, that's the only word to describe Mr. Piant.

Just by looking at him, I felt as if I was sinking into a prison of ice.

Mr. Piante spread his fingers, palms directed towards them, and then suddenly clenched his fists, and swirls of color erupted from beneath his feet.

The whirlpool was like a flood beast, and it didn't give Mu Yufei and Hu Yanxue any chance to escape.

They could only watch as they were engulfed, and the whirlwind of vertigo disoriented the two of them until they opened their eyes again.

There were no stars in the inky sky, but a scarlet blood moon rose.

The bluestone tower had collapsed, and only a small part of it was still standing tenaciously, even if it was covered in scars.

The surrounding plants seemed to be drenched in a sour liquid, all withered and withered, and occasionally a black viscous liquid continued to seep out.

The corpses of the beast were piled up almost all over the scarlet earth, and a statue of Vis suddenly appeared in front of Mu Yufei.

Mr. Piant's original depiction of "Hope for Rebirth" has now changed.

"All things belong to God."

The mountain of beasts crept and squirmed, and a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from it, and Mr. Piante floated in the air as if held up by an invisible force.

His movements were stiff and sluggish, and two curved daggers carved in silver shone blue in his hands.

Weird, wicked.

"Something is wrong with Mr. Piant." Mu Yufei looked at the obvious contrast between the other party, and kept guessing what was going on here.

Just when he was distracted, a little starlight dragged the turquoise light tail, with a fishy smell in front of Mu Yufei's eyes.

While! Mr. Piant's curved dagger stabbed the side of the stone hammer, leaving a light black mark.

Mu Yufei's forehead was covered with cold sweat, if Hu Yanxue hadn't reacted quickly and turned around to block it for him, the consequences might have been unimaginable.

But when he looked again, he saw that Mr. Piante was still standing there, as if he had never moved.

If it's not Mr. Piant, then who is the dark shadow that just rushed over?

Several small mounds protruded from the ground under Mu Yufei's feet, and the dry thorns suddenly broke through the soil, and the sound of breaking the sky came from behind Mu Yufei.

The tip of the curved dagger almost touched Mu Yufei's body, but it couldn't go any further, because the staggered thorns hindered its steps.

"Sure enough, I knew that if he missed, he would definitely attack from other directions."

The dense green thunder condensed on Hu Yanxue's rune stone hammer, and the furious electric light stretched out its minions and quickly headed towards the dagger's owner.

Mr. Piant, who was still stabbing at him, suddenly turned into a shadow and sank into the shadows around him.

But on the other side, Mr. Piante was still standing.

Could it be that there are two of them?

Under the blood-colored moonlight, the cold wind was blowing, and Mr. Piante stood as if he were just a statue, lifeless and thoughtless.

There was no shadow under his feet, just a gentle sway to the sound of the wind.

"The body is in the shadows!"

Mu Yufei shouted at the top of his voice, the cold light flashed in his hand, and the knife intent was vertical and horizontal, tearing three cracks on the ground.

Beneath the crack, a mutation sprung up, and shadows across the crack twisted and wriggled.

"Crunch, crunch, crunch." Mr. Piante stood up from the shadows with a strange noise, his face cold and stiff, his hands waving wildly in the air.

"Cher!"

Mu Yufei didn't need to say much, just gave Hu Yanxue a look.

The rattans were intertwined, as if self-conscious, like a giant python scurrying on the ground, and it was nimbly wrapped around Mr. Piant's limbs.

Hissing thunder surged through the dark clouds, obscuring the light of the blood moon.

The cyan electricity was gradually brought to life, turning into a giant dragon and leaping from the sky with a roar!

"Thunder Summoning!"

The dragon bit Mr. Piant with a thunderous momentum, bursting with countless thunderbolts, and the overflowing electric light deftly avoided Mu Yufei.

Mr. Piante was like a fallen wooden man, separated and shattered under the heavy blow of Huyanxue, and disappeared.

Click-click-click. Thin cracks crawled all over the face of the other stunned Mr. Piant, shattering like a porcelain doll.

"This one is a fake, just to get our attention."

Shepherd flew up and saw that the inside of the broken Mr. Piante was hollow.

It's like a hollow piece of porcelain, shattered into powder, blown away by the wind.

Hu Yanxue carried the sledgehammer on her shoulder, and she was not happy to defeat Mr. Piant, but a little sullen.

"Don't think about it, Mr. Piant just went where he was supposed to be." Mu Yufei patted Hu Yanxue's broad back, trying to soothe her emotions.

But it didn't take long for Mu Yufei to realize that something was wrong.

The boss Greedy Painter's health bar is still there, and even though Mr. Piante has been defeated, the battle continues.

"Isn't the greedy painter Mr. Piant?" Mu Yufei gasped.

Thinking of Mr. Piant's face before, his smile, and the help he gave, all emotions stirred in Mu Yufei's heart at this time.

"Are we all misunderstood? But if he's not the boss, then..."

The sound of stone shattering interrupted Mu Yufei's thoughts, and Hu Yanxue faced the sculpture of Weiss with a sledgehammer in her hand, her face solemn.

The stone carving was moving, and the color of the stone on her body was fading, replaced by bouncy skin and long dark hair.

The starry eyes opened, the red lips opened slightly, and the gestures made the man deeply trapped.

Is this still a stone carving? It's just a living beauty!

"Greedy painter, greedy painter..."

Mu Yufei kept repeating the name, and then he clapped his hands as if he had an epiphany and said:

"I see! The painter here does not refer to the painter at all, but to the person in the painting! The real boss of the Echo Gallery is Vesss in that painting! ”

"Brother and sister, we meet again." It's Anna's voice! It was Anna's voice coming out of the mouth of the stone carving Weiss!

"Thank you for helping me, how can I repay you?"

The stone carving of Weiss, or the greedy painter, the white veil around her body is windless and automatic.

The corners of the white gauze clothes made a rustling sound, and they were divided into two, two and four, constantly entangled and multiplied.

Suddenly! The corners of his clothes rolled, and he turned into a white python and bit towards Mu Yufei and the two!

The white snake spat out red letters, and there were drops of blue liquid dripping from its exposed fangs, just like the dagger that Mr. Piante was holding!

Whoa. From the melting of the rotten ground and the rising fishy gas, we can know how corrosive and toxic these liquids must be.

"Yufei! Be careful! ”

Under the blood moon, the wind burst out, and the remnants of the wind streaked across the waves of fire.

The red silk swirled around the raging wind, as if to wrap up all this madness.

The wind is rising and the fire is rising, the fire is responding to the sound of the wind, and a white figure is biting back and forth in the fire tide.

Whoa. Red and white, I didn't expect the venom of the white snake to corrode even the flames!

Although the poisonous smoke wafted out was scorched by the flames, it was still partially escaped after all.

"Ahem, ahem."

Hu Yanxue accidentally inhaled it, she suddenly felt dizzy, and a burst of fatigue made Hu Yanxue's steps float.

"Leave me alone!"

Hu Yanxue covered her mouth and shouted, she was afraid that Mu Yufei would be hurt because of distraction.

Fortunately, Hu Yanxue still has 6 bottles of antidote in her backpack, which can finally solve the urgent need.

The remnants of the White Snake were on the ground, and the fragments of the corners of the garment were restored, spontaneously combusting into powder.

The greedy painter laughed softly, and the sound of a silver bell had long since lost its original innocence, and it looked particularly charming.

This is still the girl who knelt in front of Hu Yanxue and cried at that time? Who is she?