I was covered in cold sweat on my head, and I squatted next to the stream to wash the psychic bracelet with water, and the stains on it finally faded and I couldn't see it unless I looked closely. But I know that it's useless, it's just to comfort myself, a magic weapon like a psychic bracelet can't be contaminated with a little unclean.

At this time, I am still in the mood to care about that bullshit chief, just desperately wash the bracelet.

The psychic bracelet has been followed for so long that it has lasted almost the entire adventure, and I no longer have feelings for it as a tool alone, but as a friend who can communicate with the heart.

After washing for a long time, it is true that it cannot be cleaned. I had no choice but to put the bracelet back on my wrist, feeling so guilty that no amount of complaining would help. I cleaned my body with the stream water, and the dog was drenched in blood, and it was not clean, and it barely smelled good.

Coming out of the grass and back to the mountain road, looking at the vast moonlight, a strong sense of insecurity hit me. Without the psychic bracelet, I have become a human being in this strange world, whether I can go back is still two words, the great danger in the world can come everywhere, and the cold sweat on my head is falling.

I was like a baby thrown into the wilderness, helpless, walking forward like a walking corpse. Around the foot of the mountain, a black dog suddenly popped out of the grass and barked at me.

I was startled, where did such a wild dog emerge in the barren mountains and mountains, and was about to pick up a stick to drive it, when I suddenly found that this dog was so familiar, and I recognized it carefully, this is not the dog that Zishan Dao Chang is holding, why did it run here.

This dog is really underbeaten, and its owner has a virtue, looking at me barking, coming to bite and not daring, just there to respond to people.

I was also angry, and went up to "bang" a kick on its belly, this black dog is not small, but also a bully, kicked and whimpered into the grass, and ran along a path.

My mind moved, this dog was picked up by the Taoist, the Taoist didn't know where it was, the mountain is so big that it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, so it is better to follow this dog.

Thinking of this, I used the stick I picked up to push through the grass and found a long, slender mountain road. All the way up the hill, chasing the black dog. The moonlight was hazy, the psychic bracelet was not working, I couldn't teleport, and I was out of breath when I walked. The mountain road is rugged, surrounded by large trees, and the occasional mournful cry of a night owl can be heard.

I don't know how long I walked, but I saw a faint light on the top of a mountain in the distance, flashing and flashing, as if a huge mirror was reflecting the moonlight.

I quickened my pace and finally walked up. I didn't dare to go out at the edge of the mountain road, I hid in the grass and looked out, there was a two-story wooden house near the cliff, and there was a pavilion next to the cliff, and the reflected light was emitted by the tile roof of the pavilion, and I couldn't see what the principle was, anyway, it was a flash.

I squatted for a while, unable to see anyone or hear a sound, hesitated for a moment and crept out of the grass and trotted all the way to the quaint wooden house. Looking up, there is a wooden plaque hanging under the eaves of the second floor, with the words "Xianfang Pavilion" written on it.

My heart moved, could this be the Buzhou Mountain Immortal Platform that Old Man Fan and his family mentioned. Having reached this point, there was no reason to back down, and I mustered up the courage to push the door in.

The door was not locked, the room was clean, the floor was paved with green bricks, the wooden tables and chairs were neat, and there was no one in sight of the circle, so I simply walked to the back.

At first glance, this is the place where the ancients lived, the charm is very strong, the carved wooden window is a swaying forest, the moonlight enters through the window, sprinkles on the ground, forming a state of water ripple general fluctuations.

I went to the back door, lifted the curtains and walked out, and found myself in a very delicate little garden. The garden is full of red plums and green trees, green pines and cypresses, and the yard is the size of a palm. When you raise your nose and smell it, the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard is elegant.

I lingered and watched, when I suddenly heard a voice coming from a delicate wing room opposite.

I walked cautiously over there. I squatted in the corner of the wall and foamed with my fingers, piercing a small hole in the window, not daring to be too big, and looking in along the hole.

The room looks like a study, with rows of bookshelves lined with ancient books bound in threads, a large celadon flower pot on the ground, which is filled with scrolls and rice paper, and the table is also full of paper, pen, ink and inkstone.

There was an old man sitting in the Taishi chair, touching his beard with one hand, while looking at a painting on the wall, nodding slightly, admiring.

When I looked at this old man, I sighed in my heart, isn't this Old Man Fan? It turned out that he didn't die, and he didn't become an immortal, and he played a golden cicada shell and hid here.

I scanned the room and could see through it at a glance, there was only the old man in the room, and there was no expected Zishan Daoist, where did he go?

Old Man Fan looked at the painting on the wall, with a smile on his face and a rather satisfied expression. Curious, I followed his gaze to the painting.

This is a landscape painting, the background is a strange rocky mountain, there are two tall pine trees on the hillside, under the tree there are several ancient people with wide robes and big sleeves and delicate eyebrows, while drinking, while looking at the middle of the pine tree.

In the middle of the two trees there was a huge black spider, and the spider had formed a large spider web on the tree. To my great astonishment, there was a man struggling with a spider's web, and the spider's movements were slowly crawling towards the man, taking him as a prey and wanting to eat.

I rubbed my eyes and looked carefully, and I gasped at this look, how could the person wrapped in spider webs look so much like Zishan Daochang, who is also wearing a Taoist robe, and there is dust scattered next to it. He was wearing a Dao crown, and the expression on his face was extremely frightened, and his facial features were distorted.

This painting is Danqing ink, but the expression is extremely expressive, and it is simply leaping on the paper.

I had a frightening thought, wouldn't Zishan Dao Chang be on this painting? This place is an illusion, but there is also a possibility of this. He wouldn't have been in the painting for no reason, could it be that he was photographed by Old Man Fan?

This old man knows how to demons?

Old man Fan has a childish face and a lovely smile, he really looks like an old fairy. But how I look at it and feel disgusting, from time to time I have in my mind the terrible scenes of him abusing the eldest wife.

I peeked at the painting and felt that the spider seemed to be crawling some distance forward, approaching the Taoist in the center of the web.

The Michichigan's expression seemed to be more distorted, and it looked like he was about to pee his pants.

It is true that the head of the Zishan Dao has given me a few stumbling blocks, and some of the methods of the rooster and dog thief, and he has also defiled the psychic bracelet, but I can't watch him be killed. In this world, we are all strangers, although there is competition, but more of a dependent on each other, help each other, anyway, I think so.

What to do?

I picked up the branches I picked up, squinted my eyes, and simply thought of a plan, that is, to capture the thief and capture the king first, Zishan Daochang was taken into the painting, designated as a demon law, and the one who can use this demon method must be the old man Fan.

As long as he is taken down, the crisis of the Taoist chief will naturally be solved.

Thinking of this, I pinched the branches, intending to surprise at the most critical moment.

At this time, the painting changed again, and the spider crawled forward for some distance and had reached the top of the head of the Taoist. The spider lifted its upper body, its two front legs raised high, covered with barbs and black hair.

The Dao Chief's face turned pale with fright, and his expression stiffened.

I can't see it well, and I'm going to burp after a while. I gritted my teeth and kicked the door. I thought that this broken wooden door must not be locked, and even if it was locked, it could be kicked open with one foot. Who knew that a kick was similar to kicking an iron plate, and the foot and neck were almost broken. Instead of opening, the door bounced me several steps away.

Old Man Fan reacted quickly, and immediately blew out the lights, and the room was dark.

I could have dealt with him well, but at this time, the life and death of the Dao Leader were at stake, and I really couldn't wait.

I walked over, this time I didn't go through the door, I picked up the stick and hit the paper window hard, "snapping" the window and smashing the sawdust everywhere.

Looking in through the outdoor moonlight, the room was empty, and Old Man Fan was gone.

I hesitated, damn it, and jumped in with my hand on the window frame.

The room was extremely deserted, there was no human figure, I looked around, hey, weird, is there a dark room hidden in this room?

When I was looking for it, a gust of wind blew from outside, blowing on the Danqing painting on the wall, and the painting was trembling. I looked through the light, and I thought I was dazzled.

There is an extra person in the painting, just a back, talking to a few ancients under the tree.

The Taoist on the spider web is the most pitiful, at this time the whole body has been wrapped in thick spider silk, leaving only a small head outside, not dead, his face is pale, and the appearance is not far from death.

I reacted immediately, and Mr. Fan also entered the painting, hey, it's amazing!

I came to the painting and had a thought in my mind to contact the psychic bracelet. I could feel that the transmission of thoughts between me and the bracelet was not so strong anymore, and it was obvious that it was running low on energy, and it was all caused by the filth.

I gritted my teeth secretly, Zishan Dao Chang was purely digging a pit for himself, if he hadn't hurt me, I would have gone into the painting to save him at this time, if he really hung up, such cause and effect would have been found by himself.