Following the man in the path he had come, he was short in a place almost blocked by collapsed brackets and broken boxes, disappearing from Siqi's sight.

This surprised Yu Siqi a little, and then he knew how the person had disappeared. There is actually a very inconspicuous gap in the pile of black carbonized wood, if you really don't care to look at it, you can't notice it at all, obviously you have passed by it before.

Following the hidden gap, Yu Siqi, who bent down to drill over, saw a deep pool for the first time. The painter was standing on the edge of the waterhole and looking down.

When Yu Siqi cautiously walked up to him, the painter inserted the brush behind him into the pool of water and said, "What a sin, I'm going to make the old man angry again." ”

Looking at the dark pool, although Yu Siqi didn't particularly understand the painter's intentions, he was still very curious. And when the paintbrush stirred faster and faster in the pool water, the painter, who realized that something was wrong, directly withdrew the brush, reached out and grabbed Yu Siqi's arm, took a few steps back, and said, "Stand far away, so as not to splash your clothes." ”

"What...?" Before Yu Siqi could finish speaking, the originally dead pool water suddenly boiled as if it was boiling a pot.

Soon, the rumbling sound caused a huge tremor in the ground, and when the shaking gradually stopped.

A huge turtle crawled out of the deep pool, and the tortoise, which was covered in flames, did not look very happy, and glared at Yu Siqi with its bulb-sized eyes.

Then he turned his head to the painter and said, "I told you not to bother me again, little ghost!" Isn't it enough for you to use my territory as a sink with that filthy brush? Don't deceive people too much! ”

"Because I can't swim, I can only call you out in this less 'civilized' way." The painter put the brush back on his back with an expressionless face and said, "Actually, I called you this time to ask for something." ”

"Hmph, a madman asked me for a help, if it weren't for the fact that we were both very human, I'm afraid this would be a 'complete joke'." The turtle, which claimed to be Wang Ba, puffed out thick white smoke from its nostrils, and it lowered its voice and said.

"Recognize reality, from the moment the dream begins, we have already become a joke." The painter pointed at Yu Siqi and said: "But I'm not here to reason with you this time, in fact, this 'living person' next to me, he got the key to Wan Ze." ”

"So what?" Wang Ba glanced at Yu Siqi arrogantly and asked questioningly, "Do you think I will give away my treasure easily, little ghost?" Tell you, no way. ”

"Why?" The painter asked, "Why do you refuse so decisively, those things don't mean anything to you?" And you and I shouldn't be here by ourselves. It's all over, so why don't you want to admit your failure? ”

"That's because I've never failed!" The flames on Wang Ba's body became even more vigorous, and it roared a few times, slapping the ground angrily and saying, "Now, get out of my sight, little ghosts. Otherwise you will experience what purgatory is. ”

"It's really a stubborn antique," the painter sighed helplessly, holding the huge paintbrush with his backhand, and knocked straight at the door of Wang Ba's head.

This sudden attack not only made Wang Ba unprepared, but also surprised Yu Siqi, and he started fighting without saying a word, and he had to hide away.

But as soon as he had taken a few steps, the painter shouted to Yu Siqi: "Don't move."

Yu Siqi, who heard this, was not happy, what should you do if you two do it and hit yourself, this commanding speech is really very unhappy. But after all, I am still an 'obedient' person, if you tell me not to move, then I will wait and see, and then move again if something is wrong... It's not too late.

Wang Ba, who was hit by a paintbrush, first stretched out his forelimbs in an attempt to retaliate against the painter's rudeness, but instead fell into a new trap.

At the moment when its forelimbs were about to reach the painter, the brush in his hand split into two, two into four, and four into eight. The entire eight brushes formed a shackle-like formation, and the flute directly stuck Wang Ba's forelimbs in his 'brush array', unable to move.

After doing this, the painter turned back to Yu Siqi and shouted, "Get on its back, find the place where the circle is engraved in the carapace on its back, and scratch it off with your key." ”

Yu Siqi, who received the order, was just about to leave, and he found the first problem he had to face, that is, this Wang Ba's back is not so good, it is on fire!

"Hey, are you sure you want me to do that? I don't think so! Yu Siqi refused.

"I'm sorry, I forgot you were alive." The painter clasped his hands together, and a large vat of pitch-black ink was poured on Wang Ba's back, and the flame on his back seemed to have been extinguished with the sound of 'zila' and the rising white smoke.

And Wang Ba, who suffered such a blow, was even more irritable, its hind limbs and head swaying back and forth frantically, trying to deter Yu Siqi, who wanted to get closer.

"Vertical Zier dare!" Wang Ba twisted his neck and aimed his head at Yu Siqi, who was about to go up, at a very strange angle, and a scorching flame erupted from his mouth.

It's a pity that this moment was directly stopped by the gesture made by the painter, and the flame suddenly flew in the opposite direction, that is, Wang Ba's own mouth. This made Wang Ba's body very uncomfortable, and it had to spew out another flame to neutralize the flames of 'returning the same way'.

Seeing that there was no other choice, Yu Siqi picked a better place to settle down and pedaled on it. Wang Ba's back is not as difficult to climb as he imagined, except for the fact that he is stained with a lot of ink, in fact, the current situation is not bad.

Successfully climbed onto Wang Ba's back, he began to carefully look for the so-called magic circle 'pattern', which was not an easy task. Trying to find a magic circle that he didn't know what it was on the back and forth of the king's shell was simply considering his eyesight, not to mention that this thing was still covered in ink black.

Time passed little by little, and the lack of progress on Yu Siqi's side obviously made the painter very unhappy, and he shouted and asked, "Don't you have any clues yet?" I'm running out of strength! ”

"Not at all, do you know where that thing is?" Yu Siqi asked politely.

"I know there's no way to tell you, it's going to flow on its own." The painter said helplessly: "Try to hurry up, otherwise you and I may be burned to death by this angry Wang Ba." ”

"Okay, I'll do my best." Yu Siqi obviously knew very well that the painter's words were not just to motivate him, but no matter how he kept his eyes open, he didn't see any suspicious signs on the Wang Ba shell below. With the steady passage of time, Yu Siqi felt that the Wang Ba shell he was sitting on had begun to exude a certain temperature, and the ink before had faded its original color.

It is certainly a good thing to be able to see Wang Bahu, who has not yet burst into flames, but it also means that there is really not much time left for Yu Siqi.

At this critical moment of racing against time, the painter shouted again: "Come down, we have to leave early." ”

"Doesn't that imply that we've failed?" Yu Siqi responded to his shout and asked questions.

"That's better than losing your life directly, don't look at me now, I still cherish my 'little life'." As a matter of course, the painter walked up to Yu Siqi and said, "Come down, we still have a little chance to escape before this guy fully recovers." ”

Since the other party said so, Yu Siqi naturally did as he could, after all, he really didn't find any clues to the magic circle on Wang Bahu.

As soon as he landed on his feet when he landed on the ground, Wang Ba behind him let out a huge roar: "You are doomed, little ghost!" ”

"Perhaps, but obviously not today." The painter pulled Yu Siqi back the way he came, and the brushes behind him also recovered from eight to one, and flew slowly towards his back.

And Wang Ba seems to have not completely eased up, and the flames on his body are still gradually rising. The moment they drilled back from the gap, Yu Siqi heard a violent impact. There was a loud tremor, and the wooden shelves around them that had already been carbonized shattered one after another.

Seeing this scene, the painter smiled bitterly and said, "Oops, it seems to have really it off this time." ”