Mo Tian shouted this paragraph hoarsely before slowly putting down the jack-o'-lantern.

Bang

There was a sudden roar from the earth, and from the outside of the Hell Art Museum, it was like the footsteps of thousands of horses, making the earth tremble slightly.

What happened?

Mo Tian's sword eyebrows raised, his body had already appeared in front of the door of the Hell Art Museum, the spears in the hands of the two guardian knights were ready to meet the enemy, Mo Tian waved his hand to signal them not to be impulsive, his eyes swept over, and his sword eyebrows furrowed tightly.

The red glow was filled with hysterical madness, like a pack of hungry wolves on the prairie, and from the streets in all directions, like a tide, countless crazy people poured out, and in an instant the entire border sea area was crowded, except for an open space in front of the Hell Art Museum, there was no place to stand at all!

"Everyone, be careful!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The nerves of the immortals in the rental building suddenly tensed, and countless immortal methods had been condensed in their hands.

"Wait, these people...... Something seems strange. Taishang Laojun stopped the companions around him, although these people were all crazy, but they were not smashing and looting like everyone saw at the moment, they were standing in every corner of the alley in an orderly manner.

Until Mo Tian appeared at the door of the Hell Art Museum, the surging crowd was like an orderly army, as if under the call of an invisible banner, all the crazy people let out a loud roar together, and the voices of these thousands of people suddenly exploded, like a landslide, and finally echoed above the head of the Hell Art Museum, turning into a huge wave of sound.

"Mo Tian, I'll wait for you to come!"

The dilapidated art museum trembled slightly in the sound, the dilapidated door plaque above the art museum crumbled, and with a bang, the signboard of the Hell Art Museum smashed down from the top of Mo Tian's head.

smashed straight on the top of Mo Tian's head, and the name plate was broken in two from the middle and fell to the ground, and the remaining words of these two paragraphs happened to be 'Hell' and 'Art Museum'.

Then, with a wriggling squirming, like a military parade, they withdrew from the streets and alleys in an orderly manner and at lightning speed, and in less than ten breaths the madmen who had surrounded the streets had disappeared cleanly, and if it had not been for the fact that the land was like countless wild cattle rushing through the stirred dust, I am afraid that no one would have been able to believe that the mad man had come.

Finney and the others also walked out of the Hell Art Museum, and they all heard the earth-shattering roar just now, and the plaque on the ground that was broken in two.

Fei Ni stepped forward and took Mo Tian's hand from behind, her face showed a trace of distress, only to see Mo Tian's forehead, a trace of red blood slowly left, it was the wound that was smashed by the plaque just now, and an obvious wound appeared on his almost perfect handsome face.

Mo Tian took a deep breath, and the expression on his face changed uncertainly, first it was iron blue, then pale, and finally it became mellow red as if he was drunk. Although there was no angry expression on his face, and even his gaze was so peaceful, as long as anyone looking at Mo Tian now could feel that kind of volcano that had been suppressed to the extreme, it was like a bloodthirsty beast hidden in his heart that could burst out and hurt people at any time.

At this time, all the immortals chose very wisely not to touch this mold at this time, even if there were already faint people complaining just now that Mo Tian did not come to them for the first time and these immortals left them dry, but now they hope that Mo Tian can come over later.

Mo Tian's body shook slightly, with a somewhat pale face, and he took Queen Finney's hand and slowly walked into the Hell Art Museum.

Behind him, the dozens of heavenly immortals were all hung aside by him, and under the gaze of the immortals, he slowly walked into the somewhat dilapidated gate step by step.

He didn't even glance at the jack-o'-lantern in the museum. The rest of the people around didn't pay attention to the meaning of the jack-o'-lantern, they all understood why Mo Tian would go to look for the jack-o'-lantern as soon as he came back, because he knew that the lantern that had accompanied him for hundreds of years was just the eyeliner that the old man had planted beside him.

He didn't even look at the two knights.

After walking in the door, Mo Tian pulled Queen Fei Ni, and sat weakly on the sofa, and Fei Ni gently leaned her head on Mo Tian's solid shoulder.

Then, Mo Tian's fingers gently wrote a few words in the center of Queen Finney's palm.

A hint of strangeness flashed in Finny's eyes, and then she fell quietly into Mo Tian's arms.

The jack-o'-lantern still left, it first walked in front of Mo Tian as if it wanted to say something, but when it opened its mouth, it still didn't say anything in Mo Tian's indifferent gaze.

When it reached the door, to its surprise, the two knights, the two who spoke for their loyalty, suddenly straightened their bodies and waved the long sword in their hand to cut off one of their own arms!

The knight broke his oath and cut off one of his arms. Then they also followed the jack-o-lantern away.

Mo Tian's face turned a little paler, and then, the whole art museum made a sparse sound, and the rivets on the wall dripped through the wall by themselves, falling to the ground with the famous paintings that were hanging, and then the frames of the paintings slowly squirmed on the ground as if they had grown their own legs.

Every painting passed in front of Mo Tian, their appearance Mo Tian has seen for hundreds of years, every line remembers it, he still remembers what hell is hidden behind each painting, and remembers the ups and downs he has experienced in those hells since he was a child, the statue of Sherlock Holmes still has a pipe in his mouth, a cane in his hand, and walks out step by step. From the study that Mo Tian was most familiar with, the big books that were opened flew out like a pair of wings.

In less than an hour, the entire museum was empty, and all this happened silently, like a pantomime.

It's like a silent declaration of war, and this battle, Mo Tian failed miserably!

Around him, all the things that get along with him day and night are all old man's.

In today's art museum.

There was only the sofa at Mo Tian's feet, and the Nanmu table in front of him that he bought with a lot of money.

What suddenly occurred to him now was whether the table in front of him would suddenly stand up and walk out step by step.

Outside the door, I don't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, the artworks who walked out kicked half of the door plate that had been broken in two far away.

I don't know where those three words have gone. Only a small half of the sign remained, and it was written in dark gold paint next to the dilapidated gate......

Hell.

A sudden gust of wind blew in the alley, and then a creak was heard, and the dilapidated doors of the Hell Art Museum slowly closed in the setting sun.

......

Zhang Xiaowen had already sat there quietly watching Mo Tian for a night.

Ever since the door of the Hell Art Museum was closed at sunset, he had been sitting there with Queen Finney, motionless.

Zhang Xiaowen really wished she could sit next to him, she was thinking about how sad Mo Tian was now. But every time this thought goes from heart to head, and then from head to whole body, I don't know what kind of mental condition interrupts this impulse.

Zhang Qiyue and Fang Zhenghua were also silent on the side, Mo Tian didn't speak, they didn't speak, Mo Tian didn't move, they didn't move.

Zhang Xiaowen finally stood up, she had to do something. She knew the sadness in this man's heart, but she couldn't let this sadness continue to dominate.

The person who has gone crazy outside still needs his salvation, since he has made a bold statement, he should do it, defeat the old man, give everyone an explanation, since he needs someone to be the bad guy to wake him up, then let himself be this bad guy.

Just as she walked in front of Mo Tian, suddenly, he pulled Fei Ni to stand up.

Then Zhang Xiaowen's gaze was occupied by Mo Tian's pair of dark eyes like gems, and from the pair of charming black gems, she saw a thick fox-like cunning smile.

"It's time to get your hands dirty. ”

"The old man's space spell has been left for six hours, and I can't feel his breath now, but we still have to be careful. ”

"Every one of you is ready, I have something to command you to do. ”

"What's wrong with you? Why are you staring at me in such surprise...... Oh, I'm fine...... It's just acting, don't take it too seriously. Mo Tian had a smile on his face, but just now, Zhang Xiaowen obviously felt that the corners of Mo Tian's eyes were flashing, but if she looked closely, now Mo Tian's eyes were like torches, and there was a little sign of sadness. (To be continued.) )