Zhao Zhu himself actually doesn't know why, it seems that since he entered the readership of "Horror Online Text" and began to enter the world of horror online text tasks, even in reality, the probability of hitting evil and seeing ghosts is getting bigger and bigger, and it may even be so big that it is an incredible thing.

First, a hosta inexplicably appeared in the hospital where he worked, and then caused a supernatural event to occur in his hospital beyond the usual level, and even Li Fan, who was stronger than Zhu Jianping in the group, also fell there; Later, downstairs at Xiong Zhiqi's house, he ran into a family that raised corpses, and he was almost in danger there; However, today, it was originally because I tasted the sweetness of some low-level consumables, and I was indeed a little "shy in my pocket" now, so I thought if I could get a few items with a little "aura" or something that could really play a role in the hands of some so-called charlatans for the next mission world, but I encountered the current situation;

Zhao Zhu himself was not sure in his heart, whether the old monk was really dead, even if he was the one who had just shot the old monk between his eyebrows.

Now in this situation, Zhao Zhu is obviously a little helpless, but this does not mean that he has to be tied up here, the only conjecture that can be recognized by Zhao Zhu himself is that the old monk should be dead, but not dead, he should have used what he had originally arranged here, so that his soul could stay here, and even deliberately continue to control some things here.

From the initial mood swings, to the current state of mind completely calmed down, Zhao Zhu only took a little time, from the painting in front of him, you can also see that the original hesitant young has become a little calm and relaxed at this time, and it seems that because of the change in the mood of this young man's image, the strange atmosphere in this picture has also been diluted, it seems that the painting scroll can indeed reflect a person's mentality.

After all, over this period of time, Zhao Zhu has seen too much of this so-called supernatural thing, although he will be shocked every time he encounters it, but he will not be intimidated, and the extreme side of Zhao Zhu's personality has begun to be more and more exposed, the most obvious thing is that for such a thing as murder, he has no sense of disobedience, whether it is legal constraints or moral constraints, it cannot constitute any shackles to Zhao Zhu.

On the one hand, he is uncertain about his life and death, and he may die in the next mission world at any time, and on the other hand, he is his own strength and the power of the people around him, so it is no problem to let himself be free from the underlying legal rules;

Zhao Zhu retreated into the room, his gaze re-examined the room again, and then, his gaze fell on the jug again, he picked up the jug, reached out and grabbed a handful of tea residues, then put it in his mouth, and chewed it;

It's tasteless, it's not tasteful at all, it's completely tasteless.

Zhao Zhu took a deep breath, he understood why there was no taste, because he was in the middle of the painting, and when he walked into this room, it was actually equivalent to walking into the painting, and the things in the painting could only provide you with "color" but could not provide you with "fragrance and taste".

At this time, Zhao Zhu was also a little lucky, glad that he didn't follow the old monk into the house just now, but walked into the house after shooting the old monk, if the old monk was still alive at this time, and he was still in the painting, what would happen?

I guess even if I have a gun in my hand and enter this painting, it will be meaningless and useless.

This is the advantage of being a cold-blooded executioner, simply not giving the other party any chance to use the back hand, some TV series and movie villains always like to do nothing when they can kill the threat, and then be turned over at the end;

However, the question now is, knowing that you have entered the painting, how do you get out? Zhao Zhu didn't expect that this so-called Jianghu warlock really had this kind of treasure in his hands, and it was estimated that he would be shocked if he let Zhu Jianping and Xiong Zhiqi know.

"Ignition?"

Zhao Zhu took out the lighter in his trouser pocket, but quickly shook his head and put the lighter away again.

What if you burn this painting and burn yourself to death?

"Is there a mantra? What's the secret method? ”

Zhao Zhu shook his head again, the old monk was killed by himself first, and then he walked into this room by himself, which is equivalent to walking into the painting, the old monk is already dead, how can he recite the incantation?

This artifact should be able to run automatically without spell triggers......

"What is it?"

Zhao Zhu walked to the elm box again, looking at the compass that was still spinning inside, and his face showed a hint of enlightenment.

"Could it be the compass in this room that is working?"

Zhao Zhu picked up the heavy compass again, looked up and down carefully, very helpless, he didn't understand the compass, and he didn't have this knowledge, but fortunately, he had proved before that even if it was in the painting, it was possible to call out, Zhao Zhu dialed Xiong Zhiqi's number again, and it was quickly connected:

"Hey, Brother Zhao, I'm on my way, I'm almost there."

"Do you understand things like compasses?"

"Hey, did you say that the Taoist monk showed people the things that Feng Shui took?"

"Well, almost."

"I don't understand."

"Does Zhu Jianping understand?"

"He probably won't be able to, the formation blueprint he gave you is still on the booklet that he stole from someone else in the mission world before."

"And can you find anyone else who knows anything like this?"

"Brother Zhao, are you in a hurry?"

"It's urgent."

"Well, I originally had a person who had some friendships, he was a Taoist priest, and he must be proficient in this kind of thing, but ......"

"But what?"

"But his name is Yan Xing......"

“……”

"There's another girl who should understand."

"Didn't you say the one who was just dismembered by me and packed up and couriered back?"

"Well, that's it."

"I'm trapped now, I can't get out, and I feel like it has something to do with the compass in front of me."

"Labyrinth or Formation?" Xiong Zhiqi asked, "It seems that the wandering warlock does have something good there, and I'm drooling a little." ”

"...... in the painting"

"!! …… Bumped into the treasure, hey, big brother driver, please drive faster, I'm in a hurry! ”

"I mean tell you to find someone......"

"Whoever you're looking for, I'm human."

"You don't say you won't ......"

"That's right, I really don't know anything about formations, but I'll break it, I'm very experienced in breaking formations, otherwise how would I survive so many dangerous group missions with a high mortality rate? You're a baby, Brother Zhao, damn it, why are you so lucky, I don't have this shit luck. ”

"I was just trying to get some spell paper."

"Okay, Brother Zhao, I'm almost there, hey, I saw your car, wait, I'll be here soon, hang up first."

The phone was hung up by Xiong Zhiqi, Zhao Zhu licked his lips, put the phone away, he simply took a scroll of Buddhist scriptures from the elm box and came out to take a look, since Xiong Zhiqi said so confidently, it was only a matter of time before he wanted to break the painting and let himself out.

The Buddhist scriptures in the elm box are a little strange, because there are very few scriptures in it, and it doesn't look like a scripture text, it's more of a painting with some text, and the text looks like a mantra, and most of the pictures are also methods of knotting mudras and footsteps that need to be matched together.

"This is a tantric mudra?" Zhao Zhu muttered to himself, "Why doesn't that monk practice by himself?" ”

If this is true, why doesn't the monk practice himself, if he does, he wants to subdue him or shoot him so easily, I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Then, Zhao Zhu smiled, because he felt that he wanted to fork, the old monk was lame, and his footwork couldn't get out, and he didn't have footwork to cooperate, how could he practice this mudra?

"Forget it, let's show them when the time comes, and if it works, we can practice together."

Zhao Zhu flipped through the contents of the elm box again, and under several volumes of scriptures, Zhao Zhu saw a string of beads again, the beads were not very round, but they gave people a deep and atmospheric feeling, Zhao Zhu took it in his hand, and suddenly felt calm, and even his breathing became more rhythmic and gentle than before.

"This can't be a relic, is it?"