At this time, the scene is a little weird, in the Hessian house, seven ever-bright lamps are burning, and a huge rice paper hangs high on the wall, like a curtain, on which sits a looming statue of the god, and it is impossible to see the eyebrows.

I walked over, the cold sweat on my head couldn't stop, ticking down, I didn't know what to say, I turned around and asked Li Damin, Li Damin didn't know, his face was faint and hidden in the dim light, and said softly: "You speak to the rice paper first, if you can't accept it over there, then find a way to write it." ”

I stood in front of the rice paper, calmed my rapid breathing, and clenched my fists and said: "Meng, Meng Po is above, the believer Lin Cong is below, my mother has an accident, and her soul is locked in the Yin realm, I want to ask, what's the ...... How can I get her out? ”

The Buddha statue on the rice paper didn't move, and the flame of the lantern next to it swayed from side to side, as if the wind was blowing here, but I couldn't feel it.

The room was so quiet that I could hear the needles, and Li Damin and I held our breath and looked at the rice paper.

At this time, the words "why" under the rice paper faded away. I looked at Li Damin and was about to speak, and he gently waved his hand to signal silence.

The word "why" disappeared, and the Buddha gradually disappeared, and the rice paper was blank. At this time, it was as if an invisible pen was drawing on the paper out of thin air, and such a painting slowly appeared.

There seem to be countless large and small red lotuses blooming on the picture, and if you look closely, it turns out to be a ball of fire, which looks like a red lotus flower because of the staining of pen and ink. All in all, it is a sea of flames, and above it is a fiery sky. In addition to the fire, there was also black smoke from ink spots. If this is a man-made painting, this person must be a national treasure-level painter, with amazing pen power and appalling heart.

In the midst of this sea of fire, I saw a woman sitting cross-legged in the middle, her hands folded and her head slightly bowed, as if she was praying, and her voice seemed to be audible, "Bless my son......"

"Mom!" I recognized it, it was my mom! What the hell did my mom do to get trapped in the fire?!

My tears immediately welled up, almost rushing over, a huge sorrow surged, "Mom, Mommy......"

My mother in the fire seemed to hear my voice, and her eyes were painful in the black smoke, as if she was staring at me outside the screen.

"Mom!" I screamed and fell to my knees, crying silently.

The mother on the painting stretched out her hand and wrote a few words in the air, which were actually printed on rice paper. I wiped my tears and looked at it carefully, and it said "Looking for fire pottery".

Just as he was about to take a closer look, suddenly Li Damin said next to him: "Lin Cong, the scales are about to be burned." You hurry up and ask for some useful information. ”

I hurriedly said, "Mom, you mean that the fire pottery can save you?" ”

At this time, a fire erupted through the picture, covering my mother's figure, and I was so anxious that I knelt and climbed two steps. "Mom, tell me, is it the fire pottery that can save you? Where to find pottery? ”

The fire disappeared, and my mother was gone, and then a shaky black and white picture appeared, which looked like Danqing ink, and a building dozens of stories high appeared on the picture, with the word "sx" on it in the shaky way.

Just as I was about to take a closer look, the black and white picture suddenly disappeared, leaving only empty rice paper.

I'm stunned, this is the end? I shouted twice, Mom, Mom. At this moment, a very strange sight suddenly appeared on the rice paper. There is an old man out of thin air, with a wrinkled face, a gray beard, and a somewhat rickety body, but there is thunder in his eyes, resolute as iron, standing there staring at us.

Li Damin was suspicious and asked who it was.

He didn't know this person, but I did, and I couldn't imagine how this person could appear on rice paper, which was completely unreasonable.

This old man is fifteen people.

When I was killing the fifteen people, I had an extremely strange experience with Li Damin, I had two different worlds in a row, and the last layer was still a virtual text world. Fifteen people are a fictional character, but I have actually seen him.

Fifteen people were seriously injured, and he healed himself twice in a row, both of which were overdrawn lives, and finally he became an old man, which is the appearance on rice paper.

But he later committed suicide, why is he here?

Could it be that the scenes on the rice paper are just from my memories and subconscious?

No way. What happened to the mother in the fire just now? She asked me to look for the fire pottery, I didn't know what the fire pottery was, I had no idea at all, that is, the scene just now was not what I came up with.

When I was confused, the old man on the rice paper, fifteen people, slowly pulled out the knife from behind him, a bit like a Japanese knife, he held it in both hands, double-sided blade, and slashed at the middle of the rice paper from top to bottom.

Li Damin exclaimed: "The reverse scales are about to be burned." ”

"Damin, do you know who this person is?" I say.

He shook his head.

"He is the fifteen people." I can't describe how I felt at this time.

"Fifteen people?" Li Damin couldn't imagine that it would be this person.

"What's going on?" He wondered, "Is he in Meng Po's bardo realm now?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the fifteen people on the rice paper disappeared, and a line of words appeared out of thin air on the rice paper that was torn in half.

"Li Bai, do you remember who I am?" Words are appearing.

There is only one person who can call out Li Bai, and that is the author who created the fifteen people, the otaku Chu Qiang.

"Li Bai, you tampered with me and killed my protagonist, I hate you so much. Now, it's time for me to write about you, you wait, I'll write yours well. Another line appeared.

Li Damin and I looked at each other, and at this time, with a "poof" of the scales, a little bit of debris turned into smoke, rolled into the sky like a cloud, and finally disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, all seven permanent lights were extinguished at the same time, and the room was dark.

Li Damin shouted in the dark, "Turn on the lights!" ”

I hurriedly groped my way to the wall to touch the lamp, and halfway through the offering table, the lantern on it fell, smashed on the ground, and the smell of lamp oil was all over the floor. At this time, I couldn't care about cleaning up, so I covered my sore knee, went to the wall, and turned on the light in the living room.

The sudden light made me unable to open my eyes, and it took me a while to squint and return to normal. The room was in shambles, the rice paper on the wall was halved and fell in mid-air, the table was crooked, the lamp fell and fell, and a lamp was scattered in pieces, and the lamp oil flowed everywhere.

Li Damin's face turned pale, and he looked at me and couldn't speak.

"Was it Chu Qiang just now?" I asked.

Li Damin was stunned and did not answer. After a while, he raised his head, sighed, and said, "Originally, I had a chance to kill that kid!" ”

He pointed at me, "It's because you stopped me, moved with compassion, and couldn't bear to hurt him, but now you have such a tail, it's really a toad jumping on the instep of your feet, not biting people." ”

I was a little confused, and quickly waved my hand: "Calm down, what happened?" ”

Li Damin slid his wheelchair and spun around on the ground, looking restless, and muttered vigorously, "I shouldn't have listened to you, I should have killed him a long time ago, I should have killed him a long time ago......"

It was the first time I saw Li Damin so six gods and no master, he was extremely indifferent in front of great difficulties before, and he would face it with a smile in the face of strong opponents. But this time, I was unexpectedly panicked, and I was talking nonsense.

I held on to his wheelchair and raised my voice, "Calm down!" Let's get things straight. ”

"yes, let's figure it out first." Li Damin's throat fluttered, and he kept breathing heavily.

"First there was Meng Po," I said, "and then my mother in the sea of fire, she said let me find the pottery, and another building appeared, called SX." ”

"Do you know what a fire pottery is?" Li Damin asked rhetorically.

I shook my head blankly.

"There are seven great artifacts in this world, and the psychic bracelet you destroyed is one of them, and the other is the fire pottery." Li Damin said.

I can afford goosebumps, "I damn that mean...... Let me find the fire pottery to save her and find this artifact? ”

Li Damin nodded: "The pictures that appear on the rice paper should have a logical connection with each other, and the whereabouts of the fire pottery are related to the building of 'SX'." The fifteen people and Chu Qiang who appeared later should have been written to me. ”

I didn't speak.

"You can only save your mother if you find the fire pottery, and Chu Qiang obviously wants to take revenge on me," Li Damin said, "and he wants to write me into his." ”

"Write." I comforted him: "You are not from the same world. ”

"No," Li Damin shook his head: "It's not a world, why does Chu Qiang appear on rice paper?" Let me tell you, the dragon's scales are very evil, and they have the power to shine through the rhino. In ancient times, it was said that the rhino horn was illuminated by alien races. The dragon scale is 10,000 times more precious than the rhinoceros horn, and perhaps in a moment it illuminates the thirty-three layers of the outer heavens and presents all the things related to us. ”

"You calm down," I said, "even so, Chu Qiang can't have anything to do with you." ”

"It matters." Li Damin said with a ghostly look: "Fifteen people and Chu Qiang are two worlds, right? The fifteen people were only conceived by Chu Qiang. ”

I nodded.

"Our world and Chu Qiang are also two worlds, right?" Li Damin looked at me.

"yes, so what?"

Li Damin pinched the handle of his wheelchair: "What Chu Qiang wrote can affect the world of the fifteen people, and can affect the life of the fifteen people, why can't it affect me?" The fifteen people are not in the world of texts, he, like us, is actually real. And Chu Qiang is an existence of a higher dimension than us, that is, than me and the fifteen people! One of his pens can write us alive or dead! ”