The prison painting didn't even bother to give Shao Lulu's half-threatening and half-moral kidnapping rhetoric, his pupils shrank, and the spiritual wind converged, forming an invisible big hand that stretched out to Shao Lulu, grabbing it in the air like pinching a chicken, hanging on the river.

Shao Lulu just blamed the prison painting vigorously, and thought that the prison painting would be ashamed of what she said, but suddenly found that her body was light and took off.

She didn't know what was happening, she thought she was hallucinating, and when she looked down, she saw the flowing river under her feet, and she almost fainted in fright.

"Help, help!" Shao Lulu screamed. Until then, she had been obsessed with her disdain for prison paintings. But now at this moment, she suddenly realized what kind of object she was provoking.

Or rather, it's not even a provocation. In the eyes of prison paintings, she is a clown jumping up and down.

"You're right." The sound of the prison painting floated coldly along the surface of the river, making Shao Lulu's whole body as cold as if she had just been salvaged from the glacier.

"That's what I intended."

"Nope! You can't do this! You wicked woman! You can't kill! Shao Lulu tried to struggle, but found that the invisible hand was as hard as iron, and it was not something she could break free at all.

"How could I kill someone?" The prison painting spread his hands. "You trespassed into the tombs of the ancients, accidentally stumbled and fell into the water, and you found your own death, how can you blame me?"

She was desperate. Her ears kept echoing her previous cynicism about prison paintings, and her heart was like ashes.

"You say yes?" The prison painting looked at the other three people who were stunned. "Did you see me kill someone?"

Hearing the prison painting ask them, the three of them unconsciously took a step back.

See? The intentions of the three of them were about to freeze. They saw it, but what they saw was that Shao Lulu flew to the river by herself, and the prison painting stood aside and did nothing.

Prison Painting can kill Shao Lulu at any time.

The thought sent a chill down their shoulders.

The smile on the face of the prison painting bloomed even more brilliantly, like a raging fire, so beautiful that it made people tremble.

She was right. I am a vicious woman. Those who sneer at me, those who try to leave me alone in the forest to see the jokes, why should I repay my grievances with virtue? I am vicious, are you good? ”

The three of them took another step back.

"At most, I'll give back to the other party what I used to frame me and want me to be chased by bees, so that person can also taste the taste of being stung by bees, don't you say, Meijia?"

Meijia's body shook. She didn't expect that the prison painting not only replaced her soup, but also knew who made it, and her face suddenly turned red and white.

The other two looked at Meijia in surprise. They now know that they were stung by bees that day, and it turned out to be Meijia's handiwork.

Hang as high as Haman.

"Meijia, you ......" Zheng Zhi was shocked by Meijia's behavior. In his heart, Meijia has always been a weak and kind person who needs to be protected

The image of the protector, but I didn't expect her to do such a thing.

"Mr. Jiang asked me to do this!" Seeing that her protective color was about to be washed away, Meijia immediately spoke out to defend herself. "She just told me to put it in, but she didn't say what it was. I didn't expect that thing to attract bees......"

"But Jiang Rouxue told me that you recommended yourself!" The prison painting touched Wu Qi's ears casually, but the words he said made Meijia stunned there.

"Yo, so surprised?" As soon as he saw this reaction, he knew that he was careless about the truth. In fact, she really just guessed and said this casually, but she didn't expect such a beautiful girl to be so scheming.

People who have scheming should make good use of it. Killed, it's a pity.

"I felt something was wrong, so I changed our potion. But you don't think about it, if Jiang Rouxue hadn't told me in person afterwards, how could I have known that you did it? If she hadn't confessed to you, how would she have been safe and sound until now? ”

"Oh, that's a pity. It's just a matter of being used as a knife, and in the end you have to be a scapegoat. It's sad! ”

"No, don't kill me!" Seeing Shao Lulu, who was still crying on the river, Meijia's face turned pale: "All this is Jiang Rouxue's meaning, and I don't know you, it's just because under her command, I have to please her so much!" Your real enemy is Jiang Rouxue! ”

Yes, prison painting also knows this truth. Otherwise, how could they sow discord here?

"But you're the one who really does it!" Judging from the expression of the prison painting, there is no intention to let Meijia go, but there is a hint of fierceness.

"Jiang Rouxue said, as long as she lets her go, she will give me everything I want, including revealing your identity. I'm sorry to tell you that you were sold by Jiang Rouxue. And what can you get in exchange? Is your life worth as much as Jiang Rouxue? ”

This sentence broke the last thread in Meijia's heart. She is the same as Shao Lulu. Living in the middle of many classes, not at the bottom, not at the top. It is precisely because of this that they care more about the high and the low than other classes of people. For those who are inferior to themselves, they feel that they can trample on them at will. And those who are higher than themselves have to work hard to please. This is a kind of recognition of class in their hearts. Those who live at the bottom of society and still want to be respected like them are breaking their so-called rules.

But in their hearts, the longing and jealousy for the upper class are even more terrible.

Is your life worth as much as Jiang Rouxue?

No! Of course not! But she wasn't convinced!

Seeing the fear in her eyes turn to anger and hatred, she knew that she had achieved her goal. This Meijia will become an inconspicuous paper cutter to secretly attack Jiang Rouxue and Jiangling Group. Not strong enough, not hard enough, and hiding the blade most of the time. But at critical times, paper cutters can also kill people.

"I'd like to settle you two right now. However...... "Draw a strong tongue."

After turning around, he pointed to the stone monument standing at the head of the bridge opposite, and said: "It's really rude to kill people in front of people's homes." I'm not that unruly. You're in luck. I will not kill you in this tomb today. When you see me outside in the future, you'll have to stay away! ”

As soon as the prison painting finished speaking, he dragged Shao Lulu hanging on the river to the shore and threw it at Meijia's feet.

She didn't want to kill Shao Lulu in the first place. This kind of person will enter the Gangneung Group in the future, and she will be quite happy to see it. It's not like Meijia, but it's good to be a-stirring stick.

After throwing Shao Lulu back, he didn't pay attention to these people anymore. What she has to deal with seriously now is the one in the tomb.

Looking at the four big characters on the stone tablet, "the visitor is a guest", the prison painting has a feeling of walking into a trap. The Pearl of the Night is the flesh in the trap, she is like the prey that is targeted by the hunter. And Fang Ju'an is the hunter.

Can she not go in?

No.

Then there is nothing to hesitate about. People die for money, birds die for food, and the harvest is often proportional to the risk.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get a tiger? What's more, it's a tiger inside, and it's not easy to mess with. No, don't you still have a wolf in your arms!

"Wu Qi, Qing Soul, all show up." She whispered.

The frightened four people were just feeling the luck of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, when they saw the cute ball-shaped little hairy dog in the arms of the prison painting jumping towards the ground, turning into a huge beast more than one person tall. The oily black fur was majestic, and the green light in the eyes was shining at them like X-rays, making them feel like they were being targeted by predators.

It's a giant wolf.

Looking at the true body of the little cute dog who she wanted to take for herself not long ago, Shao Lulu trembled. Prison Painting is right, this guy is really a wolf. But why is the peat so cute before? Is it interesting to deceive people like this?

At the same time, the green soul was awakened from the sea of consciousness of the prison painting, and yawned reluctantly, as if a child who had not yet woken up, walked out from behind the prison painting, startling the four people again.

Where did this guy come from?

"People just found a little feeling, why get them out?" The green soul impatiently straightened the bow tie around his neck.

"I have a hunch that the guys inside are not easy to deal with." The prison painting pointed to the stone tablet and motioned for the green soul to look over.

Qing Soul raised his head and only glanced at it, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"You've been here?"

"Familiar, so familiar!" The green soul frowned, as if trying to remember something.

"You'll find out when you go inside." Prison Drawn.

"Why don't I go and explore the way first." Green Soul suggests.

"No, I've seen it before. Let's go in together. ”

The prison painting rejected the green soul's suggestion, and there was one sentence she didn't say.

She didn't worry about the green soul going in alone.

Fang Ju'an, who are you? And who is the green soul?

Only the people inside can give her the answer.

"Let's go." The prison painting led the black horse and the green soul up to the suspension bridge, towards Walk on the stone tablet.

As the prison painting progressed, the scene behind the stele also came into view. It was an open arch. Unlike the traditional round arch, this one looks more like the entrance to a cave somewhere, with rough edges, as if natural.

Walking to the archway, the prison painting was about to enter, but he heard the green soul shouting, "Foreman, look! ”

When I looked back, there were four big characters engraved on the back of the stele with "The visitor is a guest" written on the front.

The guest is as he pleases.

The visitor is a guest, and the guest is at the mercy of the host. The first half of the sentence is the host's courtesy, and it stands to reason that the second half of the sentence should also be the host's words.

However, it is not so kind for the guest to speak from the mouth of the host.

(End of chapter)