The space in the room was too small for the Daoist and the old man to use, and after a few rounds, they were out of the house.

I cared about their victory and went out.

"Immortality."

As soon as I walked out of the door, I heard someone calling me.

Following the prestige, I saw the girl who had come with us running out of the way.

She looked me up and down carefully and asked, "Are you alright?" ”

After asking, before I could speak, she turned her head to look at Ji Daoren, who was fighting with the old man, and said, "You can, you actually invited such a powerful grandfather, why didn't you tell me in advance?" I've been worried that we don't have a chance of winning. ”

"How did I know he was coming?" As I spoke, I wondered, "How did you know he was my grandfather?" ”

"On the way down, I met him, and he told me personally." The girl said as she entered the house.

Only then did I realize that this room was the small temple that the fat man and I had entered earlier, and the lantern with the word "underworld" written on it was hanging in the doorway, swaying in the wind.

My bone sword was left at the entrance of this small temple, and the flashlight was there, but it didn't light up, it should have run out of power.

I picked up the bone sword, and my heart was even more puzzled, this room is very small, only a dozen square meters, how can it fit such a big world?

What's going on here?

Is there a secret passage in this house?

Thinking about this, curiosity began to be strange again, and he didn't care about watching the fight between the Daoists, and returned to the house.

Actually, I wanted to take advantage of the fact that the two of them were fighting inextricably and quickly rescued the fat man.

When I returned to the house, I found that there were no furnishings in it, and it was clear at a glance.

I knocked on the wall and in the ground, and it was all solid, and there was no trace of a secret passage.

The girl, like me, was rummaging around the house. Sometimes a jar is opened, sometimes a cup is opened.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, puzzled.

"Of course, it's looking for my uncle." She didn't raise her head, and replied angrily.

As soon as I heard her words, I immediately became happy: "Looking for your uncle, looking for it in the jar and cup?" You're fine, right? ”

The girl's subordinates kept and said disdainfully: "You are sick, my uncle's body is at home, here is only his soul, the soul may be hidden anywhere, if you don't believe it, I will stuff you into this cup and try it?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then it dawned on me, "I know where they are!" ”

"Where?"

The girl finally raised her head and looked at me eagerly.

"Here." I walked to the wall, pointed to a picture hanging on it, and said, "Your uncle should be in here, not only him, but many other people are suffering from hell inside." ”

The girl stared at the painting for a while, and exclaimed, "It turned out to be Wu Daozi's 'Hell in Disguise', isn't it a legend that this painting was burned?" How did it end up here? ”

This girl knows a lot.

Before, I had also heard Ji Dao say this, I pondered for a while, and asked: "This Wu Daozi you are talking about, but the Wu Daozi in the Tang Dynasty who was called the 'Painting Sage'?" ”

The girl's eyes were fixed on the picture, nodded slightly, and said: "Exactly, Wu Daozi's paintings are very expressive, and it is said that the waves he painted once made people mistakenly think that they were the cracks of the Tianhe, which scared everyone to fart." The five-clawed golden dragon he painted on the Datong Hall was even more scaly and flying, and every time it rained heavily, smoke would be generated. This 'hell in disguise' made the butchers in Chang'an City dare not use the knife for three months. ”

I nodded, I have also heard a thing or two about Wu Daozi's deeds.

As she spoke, the girl climbed up on the table, took the painting off, placed it on the table, and leaned over to study it.

Seeing this, I went up with a candle and watched it with her.

This painting depicts a person who falls into hell after death and suffers all kinds of karmic retribution.

The painting depicts the Eighteen Hells, many ghosts, and a number of tortured people, just like the place I entered before, the only difference is that there is no Yan Jun in this painting.

After looking at it for a while, the girl rubbed her eyes and asked, "I can't see anything here, where is my uncle?" ”

That's the question.

I don't know her uncle, where will I know?

I'm just looking for the fat man.

After looking for a long time, in the corner of the painting, I saw a white and chubby man lying on an iceberg, his head tilted to the side, his expression was painful, I squinted and looked at it carefully for a while, but I was still not sure.

So, I pointed to the figure and asked the girl, "Do you think this figure looks like a fat man?" ”

The girl leaned on the painting and took a serious look, and said, "This is the fat man, it seems that the souls that were taken away are indeed in this painting." ”

"The question is, how can we get them out."

The girl's eyes rolled a few times, and finally her gaze fell on the candle in my hand: "If you burn the paintings, will they come out?" ”

I don't dare to take such a risk, if the soul inside is destroyed along with this painting, it will be a big mistake.

"Let's put the painting away first, and then we will find a way for my grandfather, and I was rescued by him."

When the girl saw me say this, she immediately rolled up the picture and said, "Nacheng, this place is not suitable for a long time, let's go out first." ”

Ji Daoren and the old man were still fighting not far away, and I couldn't help anything by staying here, so I thought I would go halfway up the mountain to find my body first.

In this way, I climbed up the hill with the girl.

But the girl who had just climbed less than ten meters suddenly screamed and threw the painting in her arms on the ground.

I was taken aback by her actions and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

The girl clutched her chest with palpitations, and said with a flashlight on the scroll, "This...... The painting is moving, and it seems to be ...... inside Something seems to come out. ”

Painting in motion?

What the heck?

Could it be that the souls trapped inside are coming out?

As soon as this idea came to me, I disproved it.

If they could have come out, they would have come out a long time ago, so why wait until now?

My eyes and the girl's eyes were all on the painting, staring motionless.

After a while, I noticed that the painting had changed, not moving, but really bursts of yin qi emerging from the scroll.

This yin qi is like smoke, thick black and black ink rolling, as if there is a powerful ghost hidden in the picture scroll.

I glanced at the girl and ran away if I wanted to, but after thinking about it, the fat man was still in the painting, and he would definitely die if I ran away.

Don't run, this yin qi is too strong, and maybe there will be things in it that we can't handle.

What to do?

In a hurry, I turned my head to look at the Daoist.

This look almost made my two eyeballs fall out, the bottom of the valley has been shrouded in yin qi, where can I still see the figure of Ji Daoren.