"Since the underworld no longer exists, what happened to the place I went to last night?" Zhu Feiyue asked.

The insidious peak was silent for a long time, he looked at Zhu Feiyue, and then at me, and a treacherous smile appeared on his face:

"It's just a painting."

"A painting?"

"Yes." Yin Peak added some hot water to the teapot and said to us, "That painting is based on my memories in my dream. In my life, I live a very strange life, I feel like I am living in countless dreams, these dreams are one ring after another, end to end, and sometimes I even wake up, I don't know if I am in reality or a nightmare. ”

"Moreover, between the ages of 20 and 35, my memories for more than ten years are completely blank, according to the description of the dream, I was in my previous life, and after I died, the remnant soul possessed this body, and this incident should have happened in the years when I was memory loss, which also made me have the memory of two people, one is the current me, and the other is the me in the previous life. And both of us are called Sinister Peaks, do you say it's a coincidence? ”

"Sometimes I even suspect that I am being ...... drawn. ”

His voice is soft and comfortable, his hands are also beautiful, his fingers are slender and white, and he looks like he was born into art, either as a pianist or as a painter.

But I didn't understand much about the meaning of what he said, and I had very limited understanding of the topic of reincarnation.

In other words, after the sinister peak was 20 years old, the memory of his previous life slowly awakened, and I don't know if I understood it right.

I glanced at Zhu Feiyue, his face was also a little confused, and I saw Yin Peak stand up, go to the inner room and take a painting, and put it in front of us:

"The place you went to last night was not really the underworld, but the world of painting."

Zhu Feiyue was shocked and couldn't close his mouth: "This ...... How is this possible? ”

The insidious peak smiled rudimentarily: "Painting soul master, is a very mysterious profession, there is a person named Ning Lan in the Ming Dynasty, he hides at home every day, does not go out, but spends money like running water, not to mention the big fish and meat, and marries several beautiful wives, the family is full of maids, the neighbors feel suspicious, one night, he turned into his yard, lying on the window to look, only to see Ning Lan is holding a paintbrush, painting silver on a white cloth, painting about hundreds of ingots of silver, collecting the pen, those silver as if alive, jumping out of the cloth, the neighbors are all looking. ”

"The neighbor was jealous, so he went to report to the official, saying that Ning Lan was a demon, and the government came to arrest him and put him in prison, Ning Lan did not panic, and drew a key on the ground with his finger, and the key jumped out of the soil, and he drew a long knife, opened the lock with the key, hacked the jailer to death with the long knife, and walked away."

"This Ning Lan can be regarded as the originator of the soul painter."

After listening to this, Zhu Feiyue blinked and asked, "It's the magic pen Ma Liang, what is the painting?" ”

Yin Peak drank tea, and said slowly: "I am also in the last few years, and I have just begun to study this skill, if I can reach the realm of magic brushes, I will get rich overnight and fly away, and I still need to live in this broken place, and eat by tattoos?" ”

"Straight to the point." He pointed to the painting and said: "This is the scene of the underworld that I depicted based on the memory of the dream, and it only restores a fragment of the underworld back then, and many of the details are very vague and unreasonable. ”

"The place you went to last night was just a painting world that I constructed from memory, and everything there no longer exists."

I stared at the painting suspiciously, and when I looked closely, the sky was like a sprinkling paint tray, a mess, surrounded by an inky black desert, and below the canyon, a long road winded into the distance, and that road was the Yellow Spring, densely packed with people, and a tall chimney could be faintly seen in the distance.

The style of painting is gloomy, realistic, and the atmosphere of ink is very strong.

"You've got your hands and feet in the tattoo." I looked at him coldly.

Yin Xianfeng had to admit: "Yes, I have always dreamed of becoming a soul painter, like in my previous life, I can crisscross the two worlds of yin and yang, and control the life and death of all things, but now I am too weak, far from reaching that realm, and I may not be able to realize this dream in my lifetime." ”

"Recently, I've been working on a topic, and I thought, if the soul can enter the world of painting, can it be practiced in it?"

Zhu Feiyue's face became even more confused: "Trick me into your painting world, you want me to be in the painting...... Practice? ”

Yin Xianfeng patted the table, and said excitedly: "Not only you, but I also practice in the painting, although the original underworld no longer exists, but the resentment, corpse gas, death gas, bloody qi and other auras in the underworld are still intact in the painting, we can fully absorb these aura, to transform our soul, strengthen the body, and let the spirit reach a deeper realm......

The more I listen, the more outrageous I feel, what kind of resentment, just by listening to the name, I know that these auras are all negative, and the living absorb these aura, so can there be a good one?

Just like the out-of-body decision of the Yellow Spring in the funeral peace, the soul of a good living person is forced out of the body to absorb the so-called yin qi, which is for the dead to eat, and after a long time, it will finally become a monster that is not human or ghost.

Zhu Feiyue listened with great interest, and looked eager to try: "Master Yin, you are right, when I came back from the painting world, I felt that the whole person was different, I seemed to have come into contact with the terrifying power of the ancient ......"

Yin Peak chatted with him very speculatively, and said with a smile: "Everyone who looks for me to get a tattoo, I will secretly touch his yin veins, I will find a like-minded person with a cultivation physique, when I gave you a tattoo that day, I also secretly touched you, and found that your yin veins are congenitally deficient, like you, it is not suitable for cultivation, even if it takes a lifetime of hard work, you can only be a small person, are you willing?" You must not be reconciled, the first time I saw you, I knew that you were as ambitious as I was. ”

"But you practice in the world of painting, then the situation is different, your soul can absorb resentment unimpeded, those resentment, are all left over from the underworld back then, very rich, and with the assistance of other aura, in this way, the lack of your yin veins will gradually heal, regenerate, and the aura will continue to grow your yin veins, and it won't be long before you will completely master that terrible power!"

"When the day comes, the world will become your amusement park, see who is not pleasing to the eye, kill! Money, women, power, and even more longevity, these are just things in the bag. ”

Zhu Feiyue gasped for breath, and was about to say something, but I stopped him and looked at the insidious peak vigilantly: "What about the side effects?" ”

Yin Peak said loudly: "There are no side effects! There are thousands of auras in the universe, as long as you master the appropriate method, you can absorb them at will and use them for your own use! ”

Zhu Feiyue lowered his head and thought about it, and asked him: "I still have a question, the underworld I went to is fictional, what about the real underworld?" What is the real underworld? ”

Yin Peak's face turned pale: "I don't know, but the appearance of the underworld in the past was probably similar to my painting, and then it was annihilated, what Hades, judges, everything, disappeared, as for what the underworld is like now, it's hard to say." ”

"The living can't get in, and the dead can't get out, and the devil knows what it's like."

Zhu Feiyue: "Then next, how should I practice?" ”

Yin Peak pointed to the painting and said, "You arrived in the City of Vain Death yesterday, and after the Eight Halls were tried, you were caught by Yin Cha and taken to the extermination prison, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Then you will stay inside, endure all kinds of tortures, and remember, there is no such thing as Hades! Everything you have experienced is a manifestation of nothingness in the world of painting, and in the midst of thousands of sufferings and torments, your soul will slowly sublimate, and the more painful it is, the faster you will absorb resentment! ”

"What kind of cultivation is this?" I frowned.

The face of the sinister peak became unfathomable: "In my previous life, I entered the underworld after death and endured all kinds of terrible calamities, these calamities, not only did not kill me, but instead achieved my supreme Dao system!" ”

Zhu Feiyue's eyes lit up: "I understand!" When you created this painting, you want to restore the experience of your previous life, and walk the road you walked again! ”

The sinister peak looked at him with a smile: "Young man, I like you more and more, with this understanding alone, you will become a demon in the future!" ”

The two of them began to discuss the specific details, and the suffering of the soul in the world of painting can actually become a way of cultivation, and I was terrified to hear it.

At that time, there were many things that the insidious peak said, I couldn't understand it, so I won't narrate it, and after ten minutes, after the discussion, Zhu Feiyue wanted to worship him as a teacher, and the insidious peak gladly accepted it.

I want to persuade him to think about it again, at least after discussing it with Mei Lianzhou first, and then making a decision, Zhu Feiyue didn't listen:

"Think about Sun Shengcai! When the two of us were chased and killed by him that day, we fled in embarrassment, next time, will your luck be so good? ”

I was speechless, and after kowtowing to the teacher, Zhu Feiyue became the apprentice of the insidious peak.

Staring at me for a while, Yin Peak asked me with a smile: "Li Zhiwen, your Yin vein was born sealed, don't want to get ahead in this life, unless you follow my method to paint the world......"

I waved my hand to interrupt him: "No, we don't know each other, I'll tell you the truth, I feel that you are a very suspicious person, your origin is suspicious, your cultivation method is suspicious, and as for the rumors of a soul painter, it is even more suspicious." ”

"I don't believe in this evil, can you still draw me a pile of renminbi like the birdman in the Ming Dynasty?"