Brother Peng slowly rolled up the black flag, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt that the yin wind in the hall suddenly rose, and a burst of mournful screams sounded, and in an instant, the hall was even darker, and the whole black was like ink that could not be dissolved.

Brother Peng used the banner as a pen and dipped the blood juice in the human bone bowl and began to paint on the paper.

Li Damin said: "Do you know what it is?" ”

"Isn't it a flag?"

"It's a flag. This banner is also made of human bone. This is a ghost raising vessel made from human bones! There must have been a lot of ghosts and ghosts in his banner. ”

Brother Peng's expression was focused and he drew very carefully. The light of the fire in the candlestick flickered as if it were blown by the wind. The main hall was thick and pressed with black fog clouds, which invisibly pressed people out of breath.

I was just about to say something, Li Damin gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't make noise! ”

I muttered to myself, what the are you pretending to be a big garlic break.

Brother Peng suddenly put away his pen and raised his head to look in our direction.

Brother Peng's eyes looked straight over, and I hid in the shadows and didn't dare to move. He stared for a moment, then buried his head back in his drawing. I let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes were so sharp that they could even be called eerie.

Intuitively, Brother Peng should be the same as last time, he can't see me.

After drawing for a while, he stopped his pen and blew on the blood and ink on the painting. It seems that the first painting should have been finished, and with a flick of his hand, the painting fell lightly to the side. The darkness of the hall seemed to be condensed into pieces, like black clouds hanging over the painting.

At this time, there was no sound in the hall, and suddenly, for no reason, there was a scream in the silence. Although this voice did not sound strong, it was extremely miserable, and the person who screamed must have suffered the greatest pain in the world, and he wanted to scream and suppress himself, and that kind of sorrow was simply sadistic, like silent hysteria. I felt chills all over my body, my whole body trembled involuntarily, and I could barely move.

At first, I thought it was Brother Peng's call, but when I listened carefully, the source of the sound actually came from the first painting he wrote.

Brother Peng listened attentively, and a smile appeared on his face.

Based on the last experience, it was inferred that he should have drawn a picture of the crucifixion of hell, and the tragic sound of this voice now confirms this conjecture. He not only paints, but also seems to have an ability to turn the hell in his paintings into an illusory and realistic pseudo-reality.

Now, he's starting to make a second painting, which looks a lot more difficult. He thought as he painted, his pen was a little stagnant, dragging mud and water, and what was even more evil was that he stopped and looked up in our direction after a few strokes.

It's a bit like sketching, where the painter copies the real thing.

But what can we have on our side? The empty hall, the dilapidated shrine, we who can't see Brother Peng...... He didn't have anything to copy it.

I thought I had misjudged, but Brother Peng's next move deepened my doubts. He simply sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the rice paper and hung it in the air. One hand holds the paper, the other hand holds the banner and paints at us.

Li Damin muttered: "Strange thing, is he painting us?" ”

I took out a lighter from my pocket, and Li Damin was anxious when I saw it: "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

With a bang, I lit the lighter, and a puff of flame ignited. It is said that this is the case, Brother Peng should have seen us, but he didn't react, still drawing something.

Li Damin gasped: "Is there something behind us?" ”

I turned my head to see that behind me was the second deep hall in the dark, empty, nothing. I made a decision, slowly stood up, and walked towards Brother Peng. Li Damin's anxious face turned even paler, and his head opened his mouth on the ground and whispered: "Old Liu, don't be stupid, come back quickly." ”

I ignored him, held my breath, walked lightly, and walked towards Brother Peng step by step.

The distance between us was not far, but I walked for ten minutes, and the whole process was extremely depressing, and I was so nervous that my back was soaked with sweat, and I came to Brother Peng. He really couldn't see me, his eyes went straight through me, looking behind him. It's a weird feeling, as if you're transparent.

I slowly crouched in front of him, stretched out my lighter, and shook it in front of him. The flames reflected his face, but he did not react at all, still concentrated, and all his attention fell on the painting on the paper.

It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive, and Brother Peng perfectly interprets this. He looked at his nose, nose and mouth, and mouth and heart, and devoted himself to the tip of the pen, his face was gentle and calm, like an ancient Buddha carved on a deep cliff in the distant mountains.

What the hell is he painting? I was very curious.

At this time, I looked at the back of the rice paper, and under the firelight, I saw a completely opposite picture that looked like a mirror. Even so, when I saw the contents of the painting, I was shocked and angry, and I was so shocked that I sat on the ground.

In a fit of rage, I lost my mind completely, lit a lighter, reached the bottom corner of the rice paper, and set it on fire.

Behind Li Damin's head, "Oops" screamed repeatedly, he didn't expect me to be so reckless.

You can't blame me for this, because in this painting of Brother Peng, I see a very special person.

That person is none other than me, Liu Yang!

There are no other scenes in the painting, only a black cauldron. This cauldron resembles an ancient ding, with three legs under it, and the thickness of an adult's waist is measured visually, and the pot is full of boiling water, and the bottom is full of firewood.

A group of imps with fluffy hair and clumsy like living skeletons jumped up and down to add firewood to the bottom of the pot. In the cauldron, there can be hundreds of people boiling, floating and sinking in it. Some have their heads exposed, while others can only see their arms and thighs. The screams of these people were very painful. I saw myself lying in the middle of the pot, only my head intact, and my whole body had been boiled to the point of a bloody skeleton.

I looked unconscious, as if I was numb, and let the boiling water boil my body, without even a single expression.

Such an evil bullshit painting, I don't burn it and leave nothing!

The flames ignited along the edge of the rice paper, and they jumped high. Brother Peng didn't notice it at first, but the change came suddenly, he was stunned, and subconsciously threw the painting on the ground and stomped on the fire.

The rice paper slowly burned into black ashes on the ground, and a yin wind blew, which immediately dissipated, and flew into the darkness and disappeared. Brother Peng stood up with the candlestick, and the expression on his face was very shocked, as if he had seen a ghost alive.

With the movement, the candlestick in his hand flickered, and the shadow stretched extremely long on the wall, which was very frightening.

I also stood up, extinguished the lighter, and was close to him. We stood facing each other, and he couldn't see me at all. He looked to the left, and I followed to the left. He looked to the right, and I followed to the right. The hall was silent, and the falling needles could be heard, and Li Damin was so breathless that he forgot to blink his eyes.

I didn't know what to think, I suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Peng Liang! ”

Brother Peng trembled, looked around in fear, and his body trembled.

I shouted again: "Peng Liang! ”

Brother Peng took two steps back, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "Ma Danlong, is that you?" ”

His words stunned me, and I was so nervous that my palms were sweaty. I took a deep breath and said, "I'm Ma Danlong, what are you doing?" ”

Brother Peng didn't seem to be able to hear me, held the candlestick, and said to the air: "Ma Danlong, our well water does not interfere with river water, if it is you, don't harm my business." ”

I didn't know what to say, so I could only say: "Peng Liang......"

Before the words fell, Brother Peng screamed, the candlestick in his hand overturned, the flames splashed everywhere, and the rice paper caught fire and quickly burned into a sea of fire.

Brother Peng was like a black shadow, rushing towards the apse, and instantly burrowed into the darkness. Without looking at me, he walked through the door of his feet and went down the well.

Last time, as now, I called him by name three times, and when he finished the third call, he burned his ass like a fire and ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye.

I hesitated for a moment to chase after me. Suddenly, I had a terrible headache, and the sea of fire in front of me became a phantom. I dimly heard Li Damin seem to be instructing me not to tell anyone about his cultivation. Before I could say yes, I just felt as if there was a "me" in my body, trying to struggle out of my body, dizzy as if I was about to fly. Reluctantly walked a few steps, knelt on the ground, and hugged Li Damin's head in the last consciousness......

When I opened my eyes, I first saw myself in the mirror, and then when I looked up, I saw Copper Lock and Li Yang with their mouths wide open. They weren't looking at me, they were looking at Li Damin opposite.

Li Damin lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth and trembling all over, like a sheep's horn.

I wanted to stand up, but I felt dizzy, and Ma Danlong helped me: "Don't move!" You have just returned to your body, you are very weak, rest well. ”

Li Yang hugged Li Damin and said anxiously, "Master Ma, how is my brother?" ”

Ma Danlong walked over and stroked the top with his hand, with a solemn expression: "The soul is incomplete, although he is lucky not to die, he is also a wasted person." ”

"Huh? What can I do? Li Yang asked anxiously.

Ma Danlong shook his head: "Providence is like this, admit it, it's good to be able to pick up a life." He took out a yellow talisman from his arms, put it on Li Damin's head, and shouted: "Five thunder condensing souls." ”

Speaking of God, Li Damin immediately opened his eyes, and the white foam did not vomit, lying softly in Li Yang's arms.

"Damin!" Li Yang was so excited that he was about to cry.

Li Damin looked at him and then at me, and somehow, I felt that his eyes were very gloomy.

The copper lock walked over and patted Li Damin on the head and said, "You kid is really awesome, I heard that you went to mortal immortals to cultivate immortals?" How's it going? Is it an incorruptible body for King Kong? ”

He rubbed Li Damin's hair vigorously, Li Damin's body couldn't move, and he stared at him without a curse. Li Yang noticed that something was wrong first, he lifted Li Damin's arm, stopped in the air softly, and fell to the ground again as soon as he let go.

The copper lock is no longer messing around, and his face is not good-looking: "Li Damin, you, you ......"

Li Damin's voice trembled, and there was endless sorrow in his tone: "Ma, Master Ma, why am I unconscious?" ”

Ma Danlong bit his lip, hesitated, and said, "You are not complete, I'm afraid...... I'm afraid it will be like this in the future? ”

"What?" Li Damin's face turned white: "Master, help me!" I don't want to be paralyzed! Help me, woo~"

Li Yang also said anxiously: "Master Ma, you save my brother, he is not yet thirty years old!" What can I do if I become a waste person in the future? Their family is counting on him to inherit the incense. ”

Ma Danlong was also helpless, thought for a while and said: "Li Damin, if you tell me what happened in the painting, maybe you will come up with a way." ”

Li Damin said in a trembling voice: "I...... I went into the painting and was imprisoned by a very beautiful woman. I...... I didn't know anything, I was confused, and I felt like I couldn't wake up all day......"

I hugged my shoulders in the dark and looked at Li Damin coldly, this kid pretended to be really like! I don't know what I want to do. I remember that before I came out of the painting, Li Damin asked me not to tell me about his cultivation. I really don't understand why he did this. At least you can talk to Ma Danlong, people are masters, maybe they can come up with some way, it's better than lying on the kang for a lifetime.

Li Damin's eyes fell on me, and he reminded me from time to time with his eyes not to forget his promise.