"What now? How did you do such a thing in a daze? "The more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong, and the more I was full of doubts about my previous state.

Speaking of which, there is no better person than I can experience the forcible draining of my soul, because I myself have been a victim of this evil method, so deep down I should have been full of disgust with this evil magic.

And in fact, for so many years, my attitude towards these harmful things is exactly that.

But just now, I did the same thing to an animal that was already on the verge of death.

And even when it looked at me with desperate and helpless eyes the whole time.

I saw the meaning in its eyes, and I painted it as it was, but I didn't do anything about it.

This is by no means the person I know under normal circumstances. It is true that this murderous creature has almost killed me many times, and I wish I could break this thing into pieces, but don't forget, even under the circumstances at that time, after letting this murderous creature lose the power to struggle and fight back, I quickly softened my heart, and I couldn't take away its sex, if it weren't for soft-heartedness, I was bitten in the throat by this murderous thing, and it would not have happened that I was almost killed on the spot.

That's who I am under normal circumstances. So, I'm indecisive by nature, can I really be so angry and angry after I was almost bitten off the throat by this murderous thing, and I gave up all the bottom lines without doing anything, and did something that I should have hated?

Looking at the "fierce cat picture" that is more and more vivid, shining, and about to come out, I can't help frowning, and my heart is indescribably complicated, and I am a little panicked.

But as I have already said, painting the whole picture, getting out of the state that feels more and more strange the more I think about it, and seeing the helpless and desperate moment in the eyes of this fierce cat, everything is already in water. So even though I felt panicked in my heart at this time, I could only look at the soul of the fierce cat in a sluggish manner, and it was pulled out of its body little by little, and it was attached to the fierce cat of the "Soul Attraction Map" little by little, and in the cold and even gloomy faint light, and the whimpering wind around it, it "lived" a little bit.

When I finally came back to my senses from this strange picture, the wind around me had gradually stopped, and the cold light in the painting and the ink that made up a black cat had faded a lot, as if it was about to disappear. But if it is about to disappear, it does not mean that it will disappear, in fact, although it has not been verified, I already know for sure in my heart that the cat in the painting will not disappear with the effect of the "imperial map" painted before.

If I don't do anything, I can't find a solution.

Compared with the cat in the painting, what is more conspicuous is that there is another cat above the flat drawing paper, at a height of twenty or thirty centimeters. The cat was exactly the same size as the corpse of the murderous cat on the grass next to it, the same size as the corpse of the murderous cat, and it looked exactly like a replica of the former, with its hair standing on end and lifelike, and there was no difference in even its demeanor.

The point is that the cat is still alive, and as soon as it appears, it gently raises its head, floats above the painting below, and looks at me with the same eyes, its eyes full of despair and helplessness, and a faint, but it seems to be deep in the bone marrow.

This is the soul of the fierce cat that I extracted.

The moment I felt the meaning of its gaze on my eyes, I couldn't help but be stunned again, and my body shivered for no reason.

At this moment, it seemed that three identical cats appeared in front of me, all looking at me with the same eyes.

"No, we can't go on like this, we have to find a way to remedy it." Looking at the three fierce cats with a dull expression, I don't know how long it took, I suddenly woke up, and without thinking about it, I quickly grabbed the "fierce cat picture" spread in front of my knee and closed it.

said that he was trying to find a way to remedy it, but at this moment, it was actually more like being a thief and trying to cover up the crime.

"I can't let the old man know about this, I can't let him know, I may have opened the magic box that leads to the evil way of painting spirits, otherwise he will definitely be very sad and angry." Grabbed the picture in front of me, hurriedly rolled it up, and collected the fierce cat that was floating on the painting and stared at me into the painting, and the moment it rolled up, it was as if a dam had burst, and there was no longer any idea of finding a way to remedy it, and all I was thinking about was how to avoid being known by the old man.

If this is really the path to the Demon Path of Painting Spirits, and the origin of the Yan Puppet is exactly like this, then my current behavior is equivalent to having fallen into the Demon Path, and I don't dare to think about the consequences at all.

"No, if this is really the painting of spirit and evil arts, then I don't dare to tell the old man without telling it, and what is the difference between it and those disciples in history who were finally discovered and betrayed their masters and completely fell into the devil's way?" The moment I rolled up the painting in a panic and folded it in half, the first thought that popped into my head was to quickly burn the picture that could not be discovered by the old man, and as if this had not happened, the drawing paper was almost stretched into the still burning oil lamp, and then I suddenly realized that this was not right at all.

It has been proven countless times that it is impossible for paper to contain fire, since one thing is done, sooner or later it will be discovered one day, it is impossible to hide it all the time, and when it comes to that day, things are often irreparable. I don't want to be like those who do wrong things, and fall deeper and deeper into their mistakes, until in the end I can't save myself, so concealment is not a good solution, and with my little scheming, it won't be long before the old man finds out.

"But...... If I confess my mistakes to the old man, will he forgive me? "There is no doubt that if I had made a mistake in the past, I would have thought that no matter how big the mistake was, as long as the attitude was good enough, the old man would forgive me, but since I went up the mountain, the old man began to tell me about the past that I had never heard of, and also declared to me what I should do and what I should never do, and once I did, there was no room for negotiation, and I knew that he was not joking, and I had completely lost my previous confidence.

Do you take the initiative to confess your mistakes and let the old man teach me the remedy, or do you hide it from him and burn this hot picture with a fire, as if nothing had happened?

This is an extremely difficult multiple-choice question, and I never imagined that one day I would face such a difficult situation...... Whatever you choose, it seems that there is only the difference between going to the guillotine a little earlier and going to the guillotine a little later.

Because I did something wrong that could not be tolerated by the ancestors of the Painting Spirit Sect, nor could it be tolerated by the old man......

Learning the Tao is to betray the master and fall into the devil's way, the previous generation of painting spirit people at this time need a strong man to break his wrist and clean up the portal, and would rather the painting spirit school cut off the inheritance and be completely submerged by the long river of history, but also to keep the only and only bridgehead of the orthodox painting spirit, and not be touched by the evil way of painting spirits. This is just a disciple studying Taoism, and it can't be called a demon at all, the head of the sect needs to make a decision to do it, and what I'm doing now is far from being as simple as learning the Tao, but opening the door to the evil path of painting spirits, even if the old man likes me again, no matter how reluctant he is, the mission and responsibilities of the thirty-fifth generation head of the painting spirit sect can't be chosen by him according to his heart.

"It is not easy to inherit the painting spirit, and each generation needs to pay a lot for this, not only to exhaust the energy to continue the sect's skills, but also to have the courage to give up everything when the accident appears and is off the right track. This kind of courage may not be very difficult to think about, but if it really comes to the point where it needs to be done, I am afraid it will be more difficult than ascending to the sky, such as Wu Yue, who was just told you by the teacher, was once the eleven disciples of the founder of the mountain, the most loved one, talented and intelligent, and he was still honest in his early years, but no one thought that later he would come to the point where the founder of the mountain needed to clean up the portal and end his life with his own hands. ”

"So in the future, when looking for a successor, you must be cautious, boy, before you completely see its nature, you must not be in a hurry, and you must not easily teach all the skills of painting spirits, otherwise if future generations really make mistakes, when it comes to making a decision, you will be like the founding patriarch, like the former teacher, you will be tormented......

In an instant, when the old man told me about the past of the Painting Spirit Sect, he had spoken earnestly, and what he had told me about how the head of the sect would need to make a mistake if the descendants of the future generations made a mistake, echoed in his ears like a magic spell. Without exception, all point to the cold and cruel fact that even if I take the initiative to confess, the old man will not be able to forgive me.

So, what exactly am I supposed to do? It is the courage to admit mistakes, admit punishment and kill...... Or are they like those who have come to this point, like the person named Xie Yifan, who chooses to hide it until one day it is discovered? ”

"Or is it just to survive, just don't do it twice, and before the old man finds out, betray the division and run away?"

At this time, I couldn't think about it at all, why did I do such a thing in a daze, and put myself in a dilemma, some of them were just full of panic, while not wanting to follow the old path of those who betrayed their teachers and fell into the path of painting spirits and demons, and on the other hand, I felt that except for this road, which might be able to gain a glimmer of life, at least for the time being, everything else was a dead end.

Could it be that there is really no other way to go except to betray the teacher?

"No, no matter what, I can't follow the old path of those people, I can't follow the old path of the person named Xie Yifan, I can't let the old man get old, it's been so many years, and I have to be sad about the same thing, let alone leave so many people behind because of myself." It wasn't until I suddenly remembered that I was not alone, but a large family who cared about me, especially when I was about to start preparing for my marriage with Zhang Xiaowei, that I suddenly realized that I must not do that.

Because if you choose to betray the teacher, it is not just the old man who is sad.

If you don't defect, then choose to hide it?

Undoubtedly, this is also an extremely unrealistic thing. Because as far as I am concerned, I am afraid that I will not be able to hide it for a day, and the moment I face the old man, I will be completely seen by him, and there is nothing to hide.

The only way left is to take the initiative to admit your mistakes and beg for forgiveness......

Biting his lip tightly, staring at the corpse of the fierce cat, which looked darker than it was under the light of the oil lamp, as if it had swallowed the light, he simply made up his mind.

I'm different from those who defected in the history of the Painting Spirit School, and I'm also different from Xie Yifan, as a low level of understanding, or the only one in the history of the Painting Spirit School whose soul is uneven, because the three souls were sucked away by the Yan puppet, and the disciples who entered the door in order to save their lives, I have a completely different experience with those people, and the degree of disgust for the evil act of summoning living souls, or to be precise, extracting living souls, is not comparable to those people, plus now it can be regarded as an unintentional mistake, so if you take the initiative to confess, it's not that there is no chance at all.

This kind of decision is most afraid of discouragement, once the anger is vented, it is almost impossible to bring it up again, so I made up my mind, and after finding that it is not lifeless, I took the "fierce cat picture" drawn by the ghost, endured the pain of the wound tearing on the back of the two arms and shoulders, chest, and back, and got up and prepared to go home, looking for the old man to explain the situation tonight.

However, what I didn't expect was that as soon as I got up, I felt a piercing chill coming from behind.

Thinking that something ruthless wanted my life again, I quickly turned around, and the moment I saw the scene behind me, I only felt that the whole person was stunned for a moment, and then my face changed suddenly!

I saw that on the hillside behind, the old man had arrived at some point, and I had been pounced on by the fierce cat before, with an expressionless face and a cold stare at me for I don't know how long, but I didn't notice it at all......

"Master, Master, you...... When, when, when came? In an instant, I finally brought it up, took the initiative to inform what had happened, and the courage to admit my mistake was completely pierced, and it was gone, and my face turned pale with indescribable horror and incoherent speech.

Ignoring me, the old man stared at me for a long time with a blank face and a dead face, and then asked softly, "What are you doing?" ”

"No, the disciple didn't do anything." Looking at the despair faintly revealed on his face without any expression, I couldn't help but shake my body, and secretly said that it was not good, don't think about it, the old man must have known what I had done, and it was even very likely that the whole process of drawing was seen by him, and he hurriedly tried to explain: "Master, master, can you, can you listen to the disciple, explain one first"

"Get on your knees!" Before he finished speaking, the despair on the old man's face turned into hysterical and furious, and the green tendons on his neck were exposed and he shouted!

I only felt a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and as soon as my brain banged, the whole person softened and fell to my knees with a pop.