Quietly returned to his own mansion without alarming anyone, including An Ruyue. At this time, Cang Wunian was alone in his room, and he needed to think quietly, questions about himself, questions about Qianji Pavilion, and ...... Painting the problem of Allure.

At this moment, there was a slight fluctuation in the Young Master Token on his waist, presumably it was Aunt Hui who urged him to leave another token for her before leaving the Demon Slaying Sect. He couldn't help frowning, and his heart was a little uneasy. Aunt Hui must not be looking for him for no reason, now it has been two full days since he left the Demon Slaying Sect, Aunt Hui is looking for him at this time, could it be ...... Is it the painting that the Gu poison of the Allure City has attacked?

Before he had time to think about it, he immediately took out the token and threw it into the air, and at the same time punched a forbidden formation aura into the token.

A light curtain immediately appeared in front of his eyes, and the figure in the light curtain was none other than Aunt Hui.

"Wu Nian, you finally appeared. I've urged this token twice before, and I haven't gotten a response from you, which worries me. In the light curtain, Aunt Hui's face was filled with some joy and worry.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't take care of some things before. Isn't it a painting of her...... What's wrong?" asked Cang Wunian cautiously.

Aunt Hui shook her head helplessly: "Hey, this girl has locked herself in the house for two days." No matter how much I persuaded her, Sanniang and I took turns to bring her food, and the little girl didn't even let us into the house. ”

"She hasn't eaten in two days?" Cang Wunian's brows suddenly furrowed, and his tone couldn't help but raise a little. There was some anger in her heart, how could this girl spoil her body like this.

"That's not it, she just doesn't want to see anyone, so let's leave the food at the door, and she comes out and gets it herself if she wants to eat. When we went to clean up, she still had something to eat, but she didn't eat much. Aunt Hui said.

"I see. These two days...... Is her mood stable?" asked Cang Wunian with some apologies.

Through the light curtain, Aunt Hui glanced at Cang Wunian deeply, and sighed heavily: "Allure was brought up by me, I know very well what kind of character she is, since she was a child, she has been extremely persistent in what she is determined to do." She has been locking herself in the house for the past two days, and it is useless to persuade anyone, she is just calm and quiet, not crying or making trouble, but it makes people even more worried. Thoughtless, perhaps...... Do you think about telling her what is written on the silk, either to give her a direction to work on, or to simply let her die? Dragged like this...... It's never a problem. ”

"Anything is fine, but this matter is not negotiable. I'm not going to let her take the risk of becoming a painter, and I can't tell her if you think I'm selfish or irresponsible. Cang Wunian's attitude suddenly became stiff.

"Hey, you guys......" Aunt Hui shook her head helplessly, groaned for a while, and said, "Actually, I contacted you today mainly to say hello to you...... Tomorrow is the third day, and I'm worried that something will go wrong with Allure's body. ”

"Don't worry, I'll be back early tomorrow morning. Cang Wunian nodded, signaling Aunt Hui not to worry.

The light curtain dissipated, and there were bursts of pain in Cang Wunian's body, he knew that this was the result of his use of mana last night, and he couldn't help but feel a little irritated when he thought of the people in the Thousand Machine Pavilion who were eyeing him.

Placing the Danqing Spirit Jade in the palm of his hand, the power of warmth slowly spread in his body. However, he was a little surprised to find that there seemed to be something in his body that was resonating with this Danqing Spirit Jade, and the two complemented each other, which quickly made his two souls and seven spirits feel comfortable and comfortable.

"Could it be that Qianri Hong?" Cang Wunian frowned, remembering the cup of tea that Qing Ci asked him to make in the Heavenly Retreat Mansion.

When he drank that cup of tea, he already felt something unusual about it, such a magical flower, it seemed that it was time for him to study it carefully, and by the way, get some to keep by his side, just in case he needed it.

The mood and soul calmed down, and unconsciously, Cang Wunian slowly fell asleep.

He didn't sleep well this night, he rarely dreamed on weekdays, but tonight for some reason, he heard the painting sobbing low and calling his name again and again in his dreams, and he was full of anxiety to find out the voice. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tell the direction in which the voice was coming from.

In the end, in a dim corner, he finally found the painting that was huddled there, and he didn't have to think about it to know that it must be the "haunting dream" in her body that had flare up again. He rushed over to hug her tightly, but what he was in his arms was an ice sculpture that was extremely cold, and the painting was frozen in the ice sculpture, her bright eyes were chaotic, her face was blue, her lips were purple and black, and her expression was painful but she was trying her best to restrain herself.

She...... died, died of "haunting dreams", no one knows how much pain she endured alone, and she chose to die silently like this.

"Painting!" Cang Wunian let out a desperate roar, and finally woke up from his dream.

When he realized that he was dreaming, Cang Wunian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and he realized that his forehead and his back were already in a cold sweat.

I got up and drank some water, but it was not yet time. But it was impossible to fall asleep again, and the dream before him was already very disturbing to his heart. Remembering what Aunt Hui said, she had locked herself in the house for two days, and today was the third day.

In the dream, when he found her, she had already become an ice sculpture, why didn't anyone find her in advance? Could it be that she had been hiding well all along? The uneasiness in his heart was even stronger, and Cang Wunian didn't think much about it, got dressed and rushed out of the door.

Coming to the rockery in the courtyard of the Zhuang Lord's Mansion, Cang Wunian quickly activated the kind of formation that he had teleported from An Ruyue before. In less than a cup of tea, he appeared in front of the rockery in his house on the outskirts of Wan'an.

His mansion on the outskirts of Wan'an City is only a dozen miles away from Quping Mountain, but after these ten miles, he needs to go up the mountain. Calculating the time, with his current condition, it would take nearly an hour to reach the Demon Slaying Sect at the earliest.

The closer he got to her, the more uneasy his heart became, and for some reason, he just wanted to see her at the moment, to see her intact. A voice in his heart reminded him: Hurry up, you must be faster! Otherwise, you will never see her again.

Gritting his teeth, Cang Wunian finally decided to give up using the carriage and horse. Using mana is at most uncomfortable for a while, and he can always recuperate, but if he goes one step too late, something really happened to the painting city, and he doesn't know how he should face the painting clan and how to face himself.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the pain in his body at this time was many times worse than when he used a spell to change his appearance last night. But he still gritted his teeth, urging the mana in his body, and only wanted to reach the Demon Slaying Sect quickly.

The pain intensified, but as he wished, he was already in the doorway of the painting allure after just a few breaths. Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he stood at the door of her room and was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

Is it too much of a fuss? It's just a dream. Aunt Hui told him that she was fine, that she was still willing to eat, and that she was willing to talk to them. She should just be unable to figure it out for a while, so she doesn't want to see anyone, she just wants to be alone and quiet, and she doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone.

But can he convince himself of such a reason? In any case, he still rushed over from thousands of miles away in the middle of the night, and he did not hesitate to let himself be injured in order to see her earlier.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, when did he become such a mother-in-law, no matter how entangled he was, didn't he already come? He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to push the door of the Allure City. But after pushing it, he found that the painting had bolted the door from the inside. How good is that?

Just when he hesitated, he heard some movement from inside the room, which seemed to be the sound of painting a city. It's just too subtle to really listen. He hurried forward, tilted his head to listen, and almost pressed his ear to the door. If anyone passes by at this time, he will definitely think that he is a disciple who does not know whether he is alive or dead.

Cang Wunian held his breath and listened outside the door for a while, but found that there was no movement inside. smiled bitterly, it seems that he was too nervous, and it is not necessary to hear it wrong.

Just as he was about to retract his attention, there was another noise in the room, and this time he really heard it, it seemed to be a short, heavy breathing, and the sound was mixed with extremely hidden pain.

"Painting!" Cang Wunian was shocked, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he slashed directly at the door, and shook the latch behind the door with internal force.

Breaking into the door, the room was pitch black, but it did not affect him to see the general layout of the room, he hurriedly ran towards the direction of the bed, and vaguely saw a figure, as if he was sitting on the bed with the quilt in his arms.

"Who is it?" Cang Wunian was about to stretch out his hand, but heard a woman's voice coming from the bed. Ice is cold, clear and cold, without any sense of color.

"Painting, you didn't sleep?" asked Cang Wunian, a little stunned.

"Brother Wunian?" the woman's voice was slightly puzzled, but there was no trace of the excitement that she usually felt when she saw him.

"Hua'er, are you okay?" Cang Wunian frowned and asked cautiously.

"Brother Wunian broke into the painting's room before dawn, just to ask this?"

At this time, she made Cang Wunian unconsciously think of that night in Panxi Town, she suddenly burst out with great strength and rescued him.