This room looks very familiar, I must have been here before I was alive, the room is not very large, there is a double bed, there is a person lying on the bed, the person seems to be asleep, because the light is too dim, I can't see the specific appearance.

There was a faint smell of watercolor paint in the distance, and I smelled it, and a thunderclap flashed in my mind!

This is the city of Ha! Remember...... That crazy painter, I'm in his house!

The room I was in was his bedroom!

Looking at everything around me in amazement, I had a very bad feeling, why? My first level, why is it here?

The painter died because his wife cheated on him, couldn't think about it, went crazy, but this incident has nothing to do with me?

The nether realm is the first stop for the soul of the deceased, where the corresponding level will be conjured according to the karma of the deceased, and if the level fails, the soul will fall into the underworld and suffer all kinds of suffering.

I understand the truth, but why should the death of the painter be counted on my Li Zhiwen's head?

Before, I thought that although the nether world was dangerous and weird, it was at least fair, and a kind and honest person would encounter much simpler levels.

I always thought that I was a good person, and I had never done anything lacking in virtue in my life, and it should be relatively easy for me to break through.

Looking at it now, it's not.

If the painter's cause and effect are imposed on me, how can I talk about fairness?

I went to the window and took a look, it was late at night, the painter was asleep, and my presence did not attract his attention.

The bedroom door was locked, and I grabbed the handle and twisted it so hard that it didn't move, which made me feel very depressed, yelling and kicking the door hard, feeling like I was kicking a cold rock.

I had no choice but to give up, go back to the bed, and reach for the painter.

"Big brother, wake up."

What I never expected was that the painter would die like the door, and I couldn't push him at all.

After walking around the house a few times, I realized that something terrible was that nothing here could interact with me.

In other words, I could only act as an observer, and I could do nothing but stand by the bed and watch him sleep.

That's weird, it stands to reason that I should be able to interact with the level, right?

Before coming down, Wang Yan also reminded me, she said that there were hidden hints for clearing the level and asked me to look for it carefully.

I'm stuck in this bedroom as soon as I arrive, I can't go anywhere, I can't even open a small drawer, so how can I find a hint?

Is it possible that this is not the first level?

I paced back and forth in front of the bed, thinking wildly, and I searched all around, and there was nothing to pay attention to.

Steady breathing, I told myself to be calm, to think carefully, there must be something that I have overlooked.

I'm here for a reason.

Squatting on the edge of the bed, I pondered for a long time, and then I heard a sound, and the painter in my sleep suddenly sat up without warning!

I startled him, and soon saw that something was wrong, his eyes were closed, that is, he was sleepwalking!

Got up with his eyes closed, got out of bed, a strange smile appeared on the corner of the painter's mouth, opened the bedroom door, and walked out.

I hurried to follow, the sleepwalking painter, walking crookedly, leaning forward and backward, and his steps looked particularly eerie.

He followed him downstairs all the way, and when he came to the studio, the painter closed his eyes and turned on the light, and sat down in front of the drawing board.

Can sleepwalkers also paint? And since it's sleepwalking, and your eyes haven't been opened, isn't it superfluous to turn on the lights?

With all sorts of doubts, I leaned up to observe him closely, only to see the painter grasping a pencil and sketching on the drawing board quickly.

As you can probably tell from the sketch, he is drawing some kind of animal.

Horse!

After reacting, I couldn't close my mouth in shock, remembering that when I went to his house before, I found that every painting in the studio was related to horses, and it turned out that these paintings were created by him in a sleepwalking state!

This reminds me of what the painter said to me before he died:

"Go ask the horses."

Looking back on it now, it's still creepy.

Could it be that the real cause of the painter's death will be revealed in the netherworld?

I stared at him, he had long flowing hair, he was very handsome, and he sat there with his eyes closed, full of artistic atmosphere.

Until now, I don't even know his name.

There was a faint glow on the back of the painter's head, and I hesitated and reached out to grab it.

The moment I touched that light, the world in front of me shattered, the scene switched, and I found myself standing on a dark grassland.

The grassland is bulging with large and small grave bags, connected to each other, and there is no end in sight, and countless wild horses, slowly walking between the graves, eating the grave grass, they are looking at the painter around me with their secret eyes.

"I ...... Where am I? The painter opened his eyes and looked around in confusion, and the wind from the prairie blew his long hair into a rag with the slag of dirt.

In the bleak blue sky, a female voice came: "You are dreaming." ”

I immediately realized that this grassland was a painter's nightmare! I came to his dream.

After hearing that voice, the painter became even more confused: "Why? Why do I have such dreams? ”

The only answer was the horse, a tall stallion, neighing and rushing towards him......

Immediately after, the nightmare world disappears and we return to reality.

The painter was still sitting on the drawing board with his eyes closed, and he was making drafts with a pencil, when suddenly, the lights in the room went out, and I stepped back in panic and looked around.

There was one more person in the studio, a woman, who was standing in the corner with her back to us, her back looking a little distorted.

The woman was wearing a red dress with an open back, a shawl with long hair, red high heels on her feet, and a dazzling red glow from her back, and she stepped back and walked in front of the painter step by step.

I watched everything in horror, cold sweat running down the tip of my nose, no, I had to run!

Lingquan Sanren once warned me that there was a woman with a red glow who had been following me, and that this woman was a great culprit!

I hadn't seen her before, and I never dreamed that she would come to the Nether Realm and appear in my level.

The first level is so deadly!

What sin did I, Li Zhiwen, create? God wants to punish me like this?

After the red-light woman appeared, I sucked in the cool air and tried to escape, but my feet were nailed and I couldn't move at all.

Oddly enough, her target did not seem to be mine, and she walked backwards up to the painter, and the woman bent down and whispered softly in the painter's ear:

"Dreaming of a horse eating grass on the grave is a very ominous sign, and this dream foreshadows ...... You're not long in coming. ”

Her voice was ethereal, distant, like the curse of the evil spirits of the underworld.

Obviously, the painter was still in the nightmare world and did not wake up, he shook his body and asked vaguely: "What about ......it?" So what should I do? ”

The woman sighed: "Your yang life is over, and no one can save you, but before you die, you can do me a favor." ”

"In return, I allow you to circumvent all the levels of the Netherworld and directly send you reincarnation."

Who is she? Could it be that the power she possesses is already ...... Enough to change the rules of life and death?

I was stunned by everything that was happening in front of me, and the woman's red back became deeper and more gloomy in my eyes.

After listening to her, the painter asked confusedly, "What is the netherworld?" ”

The woman patiently explained, "It is the world of the dead, and after everyone dies, the soul is tested in it. ”

"This deal is definitely a good thing for you, believe me, you can't pass a single level on your own, do you want to fall into the underworld and suffer eternal pain?"

The painter shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his closed eyes.

The woman was pleased with his performance and continued: "Anyway, your death is approaching, do me a favor, and after you die, you won't have to suffer." ”

"What's the busy?"

"Tomorrow at about three o'clock in the afternoon, a young man will come to your house to look for you, and when he comes, you can bring him a message for me."

"You say."

That sentence is...... You go ask the horse. ”

Hearing this, my scalp buzzed! The cold hairs on the back are standing up!

In other words, the scene in front of me was what the painter experienced before he went crazy, and the strangeness of the nether world refreshed my cognition again.

Here, can the mystery of the past be revealed?

The painter is emotionally frustrated and has a nightmare about a horse, in which a strange woman tells him that he is about to die...... Before waking up from the dream, the painter became a madman, but he did not forget the woman's instructions, and told me that sentence before he died.

Later, according to the hints given by the painter, I came to the self-death kiln in the snow town and successfully got the yin lantern.

The fog that had plagued me for many days was finally revealed, but I was in a deeper confusion.

Who the hell is this woman? Is she helping me? What is the purpose of helping me?

His thoughts returned to reality, and when the woman's voice fell, the painter stood up without saying a word, and walked out with his eyes closed.

In the studio, only me and the woman were left, and she always had her back to me, and she couldn't see her face.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do to me? "The fear of the unknown is driving me crazy, I shouted at her.

The woman turned slowly and looked at me with a blank face.

She is the same age as Su Yao, at most in her early 20s, beautiful and beautiful, so beautiful that people dare not look at it directly.

It's like a snow lotus growing on the top of a mountain, blooming lonely and cold, that kind of beauty, cold to the bone marrow, but with a high pride, I am ashamed to see it.

The woman looked at me with contempt and said coldly: "Death is not extinguished, and reincarnation is not stopped." ”

I regained my freedom, took a few steps back, pointed at her and said in a trembling voice, "You, you...... You are the cycle of death! ”