While thinking, Fang Zheng suddenly recalled a detail.

"This time, when the person in the painting cast the Vajra Seal, my keen perception captured the traces of violent fluctuations in the air of spiritual power......"

"But my Demon Vajra Seal was born from the secret book of martial arts, and it was driven by a body of qi and blood and true qi. ”

Fang Zheng's eyes suddenly appeared: "Yes! It must be related to the way of luck!"

"My cultivation method with this world is completely two paths, if the person in the painting urges spiritual power or yin power to cast my demon vajra seal, isn't this a game card bug!"

Fang Zheng, who finally figured out the reason, his eyes lit up, and he found a new way to make money!

As long as the Gao family is willing to spend his blood, he can brush the Gao family to bankruptcy today.

This is followed by the seventh cycle......

Eighth Cycle......

Fang Zheng, who discovered the way of new wealth, has long forgotten the purpose of his coming here today.

I'm not in a hurry to break the game as soon as possible.

Maybe others will be eager to find a way to break the game, but when it comes to the outlier of Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng wishes that he could continue to cycle like this.

Fang Zheng guessed that the "people" in this ancient painting should also be a way of painting skin for the Gao family, who can clone others.

The description of the painted skin in "Strange Tales of Liaozhai" means that the evil ghost wears the human skin depicted with a colored pen and dresses up as someone else, in order to achieve the purpose of splitting people's bellies and digging people's hearts.

I just don't know if the painting skin ghost in this ancient painting is an infinite supply?

I don't know if it's an infinite supply, because after he killed himself for the eleventh time, when he entered the ancient complex again, this time the ancient complex had undergone a new change.

In the quiet ancient buildings that should have been empty and uninhabited, a rapid dog barking suddenly sounded.

This sudden late-night dog barking made Fang Zheng's footsteps that were about to move forward be paused.

Listen carefully, the sound of the dog barking actually came from the courtyard of the only lit old house not far away.

As the barking of the dog sounded, I saw that in the empty house that should be empty, under the light of the lights, I clearly saw a figure shaking.

Squeak.

The door opened.

An old man in a black robe came out of the back room.

The old man walked out of the room, his eyelids lifted slightly, and he saw Fang Zheng, who happened to be outside the door.

"Young man, old man, I have an enmity with you?" the old man looked calmly at Fang Zheng, who was standing outside the door at the moment, holding a long knife.

"Nope. ”

"Is that a grudge against the old man?"

"Not really. ”

"Since you have no grudge against the old man, young man, then why do you draw a knife with the old man as soon as you meet?" The old man was referring to the ghost head knife that Fang Zheng was holding in his hand at the moment.

Before Fang Zheng could answer, there was an old dog with a gray beard in the yard, and he ran to the old man's feet out of breath after walking a few steps.

Then he spinelessly stuck out his tongue and knelt down to lick the old man's shoes.

Fang Zheng's eyes moved.

looked at an old man and an old dog in front of him, and then at the old house behind the old man and the dog, his eyes thoughtful.

He did not immediately answer the old man's question.

"Young man, do you know what happened to the person who was so disrespectful to me last time?"

"Why don't you let me get into your stomach and take a look, this old man?" Fang Zheng finally answered, but his answer was obviously not the right style of painting.

“？？？”

"Because then I can become a roundworm in your stomach, and I will know what you think, old man. Fang Zheng said with a fist high-five, a copy of the tone should be like this.

Old man: "......"

The old man selectively ignored Fangzheng's sudden change in painting style and began to talk to himself.

"Old man, I vaguely remember that the last time a criminal who dared to come to my Gao family to paint the skin and attack my Gao family was eighty years ago. ”

"It was also a late night like today, and a person who claimed to be very good at fighting came. Later, the old man extracted the three souls and seven spirits, sealed them into the painted skin of the beast road, and made a watchdog of my painted skin Gao family. ”

"I promised him that if he could be a watchdog of my Pi Gao family, and the next time someone came to attack my Pi Gao family, I would give him back his freedom, and replace the old man with a new person, and the new man would be the watchdog of my Pi Gao family for him. ”

As the old man spoke, the gray-bearded old dog on the ground knelt and licked the old man's shoes more diligently.

Diligence is as humble as wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Listening to the old man's words, Fang Zheng glanced at the old dog who was kneeling on the ground as a humble licking dog.

The old man's words fell, and his fingertips swiped at the center of the eyebrows of the old dog's head, from the center of the eyebrows along the back to the tailbone.

I saw a thin and thin male man who was naked, with wrinkled skin like an old citrus, and his body was so hungry that his hair and beard were already snow-white, that he was struggling to get out of the skin of the old dog.

At such an old age, it seems that he is already 100 years old.

I was so tired and out of breath that I even walked a few steps.

He's really too old.

Even because he was sealed in a dog's skin all year round, his body was curled up all the year round, and his bones were deformed and hunchbacked.

Although this is only the ghost of man, not the flesh.

But he has been imprisoned in a dog's skin for many years, and he has been imprisoned for as long as eighty years, and even the Yin Soul can't help but have some distortions.

"Lao Xu, how many years have you followed me?"

"Return, return to my lordship, I, I have followed you since I was forty years old... Today, I'm one hundred and thirty-three years old, and I'm about eighty-three... It's been a year. ”

Perhaps because he has been imprisoned in the animal painting skin for many years, he has lost his ability to move as a human being, and he has not opened his mouth for more than 80 years, which makes it extremely difficult for the rickety and thin old man to speak. His speech was choppy, and some of the words were not clear, making it sound extremely difficult.

"Is there eighty-three years, time is really fast, Lao Xu, tell me, how have I treated you on weekdays in the past eighty-three years?"

"The adults have never beaten and scolded me once, and they regard me as their own. The thin old man still spoke with difficulty and intermittently.

"No, I've never treated you as my own, you're just a dog I kept when I'm bored to pass the time. ”

The rickety and thin old man's body trembled violently, and he looked at the old man in black shirt with fear, as if he recalled some terrible scene in the past 80 years, he lowered his head and knelt at the feet of the old man in black shirt.

"Great, my lord said... Yes. ”

"I, it's just, adults raise one... Pet dogs, watchdogs. ”

There was endless bitterness, helplessness, pain, sorrow, and desolation in his voice, but he did not dare to have a trace of resentment and resistance.

"Yes, it seems that you are not confused when you are old, and you are still self-aware. ”

"I promised you that if you would be a dog of my painted family, I promised you to give you back your freedom, and I will fulfill today the promise I made eighty-three years ago. ”

"Thank you, thank you, sir!" has completely tamed, deeply rooted humility into his bones, and is still kneeling on the ground rickety and thin old man with gratitude.

"But living crimes can be avoided, and capital crimes cannot be escaped!" the old man in black suddenly turned cold.

"Today, there are two waves of people who collide with my painting Gao family, you are too old, your ears are back, and you can't even see your eyes clearly, it has been so long before you realize that it is really too difficult for you to be the watchdog of my Gao family at the age of one hundred and thirty-three. ”

Before the rickety thin old man had time to raise his head and beg for mercy, he had already been directly slapped into nothingness by a palm.

Then, the old man in the black shirt looked at the young and strong Fangzheng: "It's your turn this time." ”

"You are very vigorous, and you have a bit of stupid strength, it just so happens that I lack a male tiger who can work hard as a breeder, you can be my Gao family's tiger, and my Gao's tigress will be a breeder." ”