Lu Tu handed me a bank card: "You go to talk to the insidious peak, if he is willing to help, everything is not a matter, if he refuses to make a move, you can only call Zhang San crazy, and Old Man Zhang helped." ”

"What does this card mean?" I took the card and wondered.

"There are 200,000 in the card, so it should be your travel expenses." Lu Tuchong smiled encouragingly: "Li Zhiwen, from today onwards, you will be my official disciple, and Hu Qingqing is your senior sister." ”

I held the fragrant little fox in my arms, solemnly kowtowed to the road, he stretched out his hand to help me up, and said sternly:

"Li Zhiwen, you are a good boy, and you have never disappointed me, but your future road is definitely the most difficult to walk, and my expectations for you are also the highest......"

"This trip to Qinghai, nine deaths and one life, it stands to reason that I should at least give you a magic weapon to defend yourself, but if I do this, it will be tantamount to harming you. If you use too many foreign objects, your will will weaken! ”

"Your path can only be walked by yourself."

I nodded and agreed, "I have memorized Master's teachings. ”

Hu Qingqing couldn't hold back any longer, burst out of my arms, turned into a human form, and rushed to the dirt road angrily:

"I've never seen a master more slammering than you."

Lu Tu shook his head and sighed: "In terms of money, I never pick the door, and I don't give Li Zhiwen magic weapons, it's for his good." ”

I shouted at Hu Qingqing, senior sister, she turned around, and looked me up and down with beautiful eyes: "Child, if you can't get the book, you will live in Qinghai in the future, and never go back to the Northeast." ”

I stood up and said goodbye to Lu Tu and the others one by one, Su Yao sent me out of the yard and hugged me tightly from behind.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

I didn't say anything, and I hid all my feelings for Su Yao deep in my heart.

Stroking Su Yao's delicate face, I nodded at her, and I left quietly.

Now I am not qualified to talk about the love of children.

After coming out of Lu Tu's house, I walked to the tube building where Yin Wei Feng lived.

I went upstairs and pushed the door open, only to find that there was no one in his house.

The curtains in the living room were drawn, full of large and small drawing boards, there was a strong oil painting in the air, watercolor smell, and there were some tattoo needles next to the small bed in the back room, which were covered with dust, and it was estimated that his family had not been a guest for a long time.

I called Zhu Feiyue, but his mobile phone rang from the living room.

It's strange, where did Zhu Feiyue and the Sinister Peak go? Don't have your phone?

I stood in the silence of the living room, carefully examining the paintings, most of which were dark, bloody scenes of horror.

Oil Painting 1: There is a big iron pot in the painting, boiling soup in it, some little ghosts with distorted shapes are pouring corpse oil into the bottom of the pot, the purple-black fire is soaring into the sky, people are lining up in a long line, and their expressions are jumping into the pot.

Not far away, there stood a monster with the body of a pig and a human face, its whole body was yellow, its skin was bubbling with oil, it held a bowl the size of a washbasin in its hand, and stared at the pot with salivation.

Painting 2: It is a forest of corpses, people are like plants, their heads are planted upside down, buried in the soil, their limbs and torsos are straight, and there are some bloodstained hanging ropes scattered around.

The corpse forest was dense, as far as the eye could see, it looked more like a vegetable garden, the sky was blood-colored, and there were several vague shadows in the distance, which seemed to be walking towards the vegetable garden.

Oil Painting 3: A man, lying on a conveyor belt, lava poured on his face, his limbs have been cut off, his soul let out a terrible wail, the background is like a slaughterhouse, and the conveyor belt is stacked with a whole row of people, like animals to be slaughtered, the scene is indescribably bloody.

This is just one of the processes.

In oil painting four, a sheep, standing alone on a grassland, the sheep stared at the camera in a daze, but if you look closely at its eyes, you can see that something is wrong: it is not a sheep's eye, but some kind of strange snake scales.

Yes, the sheep's eyes are covered with fine silver snake scales, and I don't know what it means.

Soon I noticed that the sheep had a baby's head on its left front leg.

Oil Painting 5: It is a close-up of a person, this person has no facial features, his face is dense, crowded with miserable white teeth, a rough count, at least tens of thousands of teeth, stacked on the face several layers.

Between his teeth, there was something like scrap of meat, and bone fragments, and he might have just eaten.

It's hard to imagine what he looked like when he ate.

I looked at each painting in the living room one by one, and goosebumps all over my body made me feel as uncomfortable as ants crawling.

Every painting is the most perfect work of art, and I can see it as a layman, and it must have come from the hand of a master.

Although the lines are depicted to the extreme, and the slightest flaw can be found, the painting style is extremely gloomy and full of the despair of death.

Is the scene in the painting also the underworld?

Looking at these shocking paintings, I was so frightened that I couldn't breathe, and at that moment, I felt as if I was in another world, where all the dead finally rested, where there was no light in sight, nothing but deep fear and despair.

The last painting, near the corner, caught my attention.

It was a quaint round arched door, covered with bloodied broken nails and scratches.

I don't know where this door leads.

I sat in the living room, waited until it was dark, and finally there was movement, and out of nowhere there was a violent wind, and the walls were blown by the wind, and the cries of countless women and children came to my ears, accompanied by a pungent smell of paper ash, and the living room was filled with a thick fog.

I choked and coughed, and had to open the window to breathe, and when the fog cleared, I saw two familiar figures in the middle of the living room.

It was Zhu Feiyue, the master and apprentice of the insidious peak.

Zhu Feiyue was lying on the floor, and a terrible howl came out of his mouth: "It hurts! Master...... I hurt so much! ”

Yin Feng looked calm and relaxed, he was still wearing that army-green coat, sitting on the ground with his legs long, his long hair flowing on his shoulders, and his side face looked very beautiful.

"Failed again...... Those two people are really difficult to deal with. Sinister Peak lowered his head, a murderous laugh coming out of his mouth.

There were puffs of scorching smoke from both the master and apprentice, as if they had just come down from the volcano, and I looked at them with strange faces and asked:

"You just went to the painting world to practice?"

"yes." The sinister peak looked at me and said calmly.

Zhu Feiyue was still lying on the ground, rolling in pain, like the "fourth personality" of the madhouse.

Yin Xianfeng frowned slightly, and flicked his finger twice towards Zhu Feiyue: "Since we left the painting world, the pain has disappeared, but you are still immersed in false illusions, how can this work?" ”

Giving him this bomb, Zhu Feiyue immediately came to his senses, got up, looked around with a stunned face, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"So, we're back?" He wiped the cold sweat from his face: "You can't blame me, Master, it's you who painted so realistically, I can't even tell the difference between reality and illusion." ”

I leaned in and smoked cigarettes for them: "Are you going to the old underworld?" ”

The insidious peak waved his hand: "I don't smoke. ”

Zhu Feiyue's hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't catch the cigarette, so I helped him light it and stuffed it into his mouth, he took a few puffs and spit out a lot of smoke rings, which eased his strength.

"No, there's nothing left for the underworld."

I was even more curious: "So where did you two go just now?" ”

Zhu Feiyue was sweating on the floor, smoking a cigarette and said: "That night, the picture of the crow and the road soil fighting method was perfectly reproduced by my master in the form of painting, and the painting world we are going to now, to put it bluntly, is the grove that night. ”