But this time, even Lao Zhang couldn't help me, because the tentacles not only wrapped me up, but also rolled it up, rolling Zhang Wuren up. The two of us were instantly pulled to the ground and dragged directly towards the dilapidated house.

A thought crossed my! Even Lao Zhang can't stand it now!

As I dragged us through the door, my head slammed against the threshold, and it hit me so hard that I immediately felt groggy and blood was pouring down my head. The violent impact made my consciousness a little blurred, and even Lao Zhang's voice calling me felt like it was coming from an extremely distant place.

I said with difficulty, Lao Zhang is fast

I wanted to say run, but before the word run could be uttered, I finally fainted.

I don't know how long this dizziness lasted, it seemed like several days, and it seemed like it was only a few seconds in a trance. In a daze, I heard someone say, are you sure?

Then I heard Zhang Wuren replying, yes! It's OK!

The voice said that fate is like a huge labyrinth, and everyone stands at the entrance of the labyrinth as soon as they are born. Therefore, a person's life is actually a countless choice.

Each choice represents a different destiny for you. Therefore, human life is rich and colorful. But there is a kind of person whose fate has already been predestined, that is, no matter how he chooses, what should come will always come.

He Zhonghua and your fate have long been doomed, and he is destined to insert the demon thorn into your heart.

When I heard this, I wanted to go over and slap him on the spot, how could I use the Demon Thorn to insert it into Lao Zhang's heart? He's not a zombie! In other words, even if he is a zombie ghost, Lao Tzu can protect him and find him a stable place, how can he be killed?

But I don't know what's going on, my ears can hear, my brain can think, but my body can't move, I can't even speak. It felt like a nightmare, and it was very uncomfortable.

Zhang Wuren was silent for a long time, and then he asked: Is it true that the fate of the two of us cannot be changed?

The voice replied quickly this time: Born to death, doomed. A good secretary must share it, go and share Ranwen 123, this fate can not be changed.

Zhang Wuren said coldly, even so, I have to save him. As the gentleman said, if it will come anyway, why strangle it now?

The voice froze for a moment, then burst out laughing. He said, "That's right!" Why strangle? Old beggar, your last painting is on this little one.

As soon as he finished speaking, a pale blue light lit up. Strange to say, as soon as the lights came on, the nightmarish feeling immediately disappeared without a trace, I jumped up with a thud, and hurriedly went to touch the demon thorn, but I heard the voice softly "Huh", saying, are you awake?

I was furious and said, "Wake up your grandmother's mouth!" Who the fuck are you? It's a nuisance between us, isn't it? Let me tell you, I can hear what I said just now, you said that Lao Tzu would stab Lao Zhang to death with a demon thorn? Believe it or not, I'll give you a heartfelt mouth first!

Lao Zhang hurriedly covered my mouth and said, Lao He, don't talk nonsense!

The blue light was faint, but it was enough for me to see my surroundings clearly. Judging by the crumbling walls and smoky rooftops, this is probably the dilapidated house we saw with tentacle monsters. It's just that where are the tentacle monsters?

Zhang Wuren saw that I was confused, so he hurriedly introduced the situation to me. Only then did I know that the so-called black spirit is actually a very magical plant. This thing is well trained, and it is the best at identifying evil things.

And because of the ghost mask on my face, the aura emanating from my body happens to be evil. That's why it attracted the attack of the Dark Spirit.

There are two homeless people in this dilapidated house, one is the corpse painter Liu, and the other is a half-paralyzed and dirty old man. The old man spoke with an authentic Hebei accent, it was him just now, and he said a lot of things about fate.

I said in my heart that a dirty, half-paralyzed old man, when did he also make a cameo appearance? But for the sake of garbage Liu's face, I still snorted angrily and didn't say anything. However, the old man was thick-skinned and said, Lao Liu's throat is broken, so he can't speak, but we can continue to talk about the conditions just now.

Because I was in a coma for a while, I don't know what Zhang Wuren talked to people. So he hurriedly asked him, and Zhang Wuren said, Old Man Liu can get rid of the mask on your face, but the sacrificial mark of the Little Black Sky Immeasurable Bodhisattva can't be done. But he made a move, there were conditions, and we had to help him do three things.

In fact, what I hate the most is to do things for others, according to my ideas, you save people, we pay money, save a person, pay a sum of money, clearly mark the price, and the child is not bullied. But it's a different story, especially when the legendary corpse painter asks us to do something, and it's really better to use money to solve it.

Zhang Wuren said that these three things are actually not difficult to do, the first is not allowed to meddle in the affairs of Yang Hongao's family. The old man deserved it, and when he was haunted by a terrible ghost and died, the Yin Spirit would naturally be reincarnated.

I said no problem, we don't deal with Hongao Group in the first place, this work is not accepted.

Zhang Wuren said again that the second thing was to send a painting to Shandong Tiejia to find a person named Temur. It's not difficult, it's just a matter of running it yourself.

I nodded in agreement and said, what about the third one?

Zhang Wuren hesitated for a moment and said, the third thing is to ask us to kill someone. But don't worry, this person is not Chinese, he is Thai. It is said to be a white-clothed azan of a temple in Chiang Mai. Old man Liu said that there was no need to have psychological pressure to kill him, because this guy deserved to die.

I said, we can't kill innocents indiscriminately. He deserves to die or not, we have to be sure.

Zhang Wuren spread his hands and said, I also answered the same. Old man Liu said that we can first find out what this white-clothed Azan has done, and if you think he deserves to die, you must kill him with your own hands and bring his ashes to the iron fungus of the Shandong Tie family.

I thought about it for a while, and these three things were actually not difficult to do, so I breathed a sigh of relief. But I don't know what's going on, I always feel that Zhang Wuren still has something to hide from me. Especially the words that the half-paralyzed old man said just now when I was unconscious.

What is fate? Will I use the Demon Thorn to pierce Lao Zhang's heart in the future?

Zhang Wuren also seemed to be a little weak-hearted, coughed, and said, Okay, lie down quickly. Mr. Liu said that this painting was the last painting in his last life.

Did I say I had to lie down? How boring is it to lie down and draw? How good is it to stand?

Zhang Wuren suddenly laughed and said, not only do you have to lie down, but you also have to die! Do you think the name Corpse Painter was called for nothing?

He explained it, and I learned the true meaning of the name of the corpse painter.

The corpse painter has a very magical ability, which is to be able to paint with special canvases and dyes. And the resulting paintings can attract people's souls.

The most powerful tool for painting corpses has the ability to remember and paint on canvas at a glance. After the painting is completed, the soul of the person being painted will drift and leave the body. The soul is fragile when it is separated from the body, and if the corpse painter uses the soul sealing pen to cut the eyes of the person in the painting, the soul will be completely sealed in the painting.

After seven days, the person being painted will die quietly and without the slightest scar on his body.

There are two sides to everything, and the corpse painter can use the soul to kill people, and naturally he can also save people. This is also why there is a saying in the circle that corpse painters are both good and evil.

I lay on the bed and ate the pills that Trash Liu had made with dye. The lame old man next to him explained that this pill could calm my soul. When the time comes, the garbage Liu Feng Soul Pen and Cheng Luo Cloth will paint, and the mask on my face will naturally be attracted into the painting.

At that time, the person in the painting was wearing a mask, and I only had to lie down all night, and I would be safe and sound. It's just that during the time I took the pill, my body couldn't move, my soul couldn't think, it was like I was really dead. But this way, it is more convenient for the corpse painter to paint the last picture of his career for me.

Zhang Wuren nodded at me, signaling that with him, everything would be fine. So I just lay down on the dirty ground. Trash Liu handed me the pill and motioned for me to take it, then pulled out a dirty shroud from the snakeskin bag and wrapped me in its entirety.

I didn't know what was in the pill, and soon my mind became blurry. But just as the shroud was spread over my face, I saw the eyes of the garbage Liu, which turned out to be an eerie green. He grinned, two sharp fangs peeking out of his mouth.

it! There's something wrong with this garbage!

I wanted to run up on the spot, but the pill had already attacked, and in a daze, I only had time to curse a swear word, and I was unconscious.

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