Strictly speaking, Nie Yuan is by no means a person who will repay him.

For the most part, he is relatively easy to get along with.

So in the face of the situation of Jack, Ruth and Baron Brooke, he all had the intention of saving if he could.

How is it also a life, although a certain life, it may wilt a little.

But Nie Yuan thought very openly, as long as you don't threaten me, then I'm still quite open-minded.

I won't easily deal with you, and I think that you will not die if you sin, and you will be saved at will.

But when you need to sacrifice, don't grind.

If you grind, I'll help you refresh.

Everyone's lives are lives, of course, my and Nancy's lives, a little more expensive than yours.

So no matter how Baron Brooke struggled, Nie Yuan didn't hesitate at all, and together with the chair, he lifted him up and faced the snowflakes that were getting bigger and bigger in the air.

Soon, Brooke's body was dripping with liquid paint.

He let out a particularly tragic wail, and released his last cruel words in the world:

"Luo Lengrijin will not forget the ashes of Hangguo Mumengda (Prince Lawrence will not let you go)!"

As soon as the words fell, his already pitted face suddenly collapsed under the action of snowflakes.

It turns into a sticky piece of paint and falls off.

Although his speech was slurred, Nie Yuan had naturally heard the name of Prince Lawrence, so he could barely tell what Baron Brooke was talking about.

That was the kingdom of Bane, a strong contender for the throne.

As Lilian's partner, Nie Yuan must know this person.

He remembered that Hambolton had said that Baron Brooke had also been running errands for some unknown magnate who had come to receive the rumored cursed painting.

So, Prince Lawrence, is the big guy behind Brooke?

But "The Wooden House on the Hillside" has now been proven to be a fourth-order abstraction source......

So does Prince Lawrence know what's going on?

Nie Yuan took note of this information and put it behind him for the time being, now was not the time to think deeply.

He reached out with a hand and let God see the scene of the painting and project it onto where the crowd was.

At this moment, the floor of the wooden house, surrounded by Baron Brooke's chair, had been refreshed.

And all around, the walls of the hut have begun to be refreshed.

Click, click~

Nancy tacitly dismantled the plank under the hard-working mandarin duck and threw it into the rebuilt wooden house.

Nie Yuan took out a ball of Brooke's paint and threw it onto the screen.

The wooden house that has just been refreshed has been gradually eaten away and erased by this pigment.

It wasn't until all the refreshed parts were completely killed that Nie Yuan continued to enlarge the scene of the painting, so that this last chair was presented on it.

Smack, smack~

A few clumps of paint smashed on it, and the traces of the chair quickly disappeared.

The surroundings were restored to their original appearance, except for a mass of filth about the size of a washbasin covered in paint, lying quietly on the ground.

This is the last vestiges of Baron Brooke's legion in the world.

Nie Yuan looked around and found that the snow had stopped, but it was still the same as before, the scene had not changed much, and even the fog in the distance had not completely disappeared.

Poof, poof~

At this moment, the filth on the ground suddenly made a sound like a scurry.

The heavy pigment on his body began to boil and burst out of oily blisters.

It squirmed slowly, but it didn't even lose its life, but it couldn't express itself because it had no vocal cords and no jaw.

Gollum~

The oily blisters boiled to the extreme, and everyone saw a plank of wood "growing" out of the filth.

If you look closely, it turns out to be the handle of a wooden chair......

And constantly under the push of a certain force, the longer and the higher, the longer and the higher.

Just as it was about to be spit out by the filth on the ground......

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With his broken arm and a blue stone in his hand, he rushed forward and slammed it down on the neck of the filth on the ground.

As a result, the liquid paint splattered everywhere, and the filth on the ground twitched violently.

Ultimately.

Bang!

Hampoton fell with a stone and smashed the filth to pieces.

It's like a dry block of paint, unable to withstand the tremendous force, and suddenly collapses.

Along with the blocks of paint on the floor, the wooden house-style chairs exploded into pieces of solid paint, scattered all over the floor.

At the same time, the hazy mist that lingered in the distance also seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and instantly began to flow backwards, and in a blink of an eye, it disappeared.

There is no sign of recovery again.

"Whew, Whew......"

Hampoton gasped and climbed up from the few lumps of paint on the ground.

threw the stone in his hand, looked at Nie Yuan, and said, "I'll do it for you." ”

"Well, well done."

Nie Yuan gave his own identity.

Because even if Hampotten didn't do it, he would.

The situation just now completely confirmed his conjecture.

It is indeed necessary to erase all the objects related to the wooden house in order to prevent its revival.

Among them is Baron Brooke, who has become one with it.

If he hadn't sacrificed, the hut would have re-manifested along his broken body.

Only by allowing the "sacrifices" to be destroyed along with the wooden house can the resurgence be put to an end.

Sacrifice in exchange for life, the main tone has not changed.

This time, the paint blocks on the ground, including the shattered marks of Baron Brooke, were no longer the texture of an oily liquid.

Rather, it was a dry, finely crumbled solid, as if it had completely lost its vitality.

The scene on the painting of God's vision in front of him also began to show some kind of abnormality at the moment when Nie Yuan's words landed.

The image above is no longer clear, and it is blurry until it becomes chaotic.

It is like countless ink marks, converging and distorting in them, abstract and indescribable.

However, this situation did not last long.

When the picture is blurred to the extreme, it begins to gradually become clear again.

The picture is like a knotted ink dragon, tumbling and surging, and then, a familiar scene appears in everyone's field of vision.

Wooden house on the hillside.

That's right, the painting of God's vision has become "Wooden House on the Hillside".

Moreover, this time, there are no snowflakes on the wooden house, the sky is clear, and the wooden house on the grass is quiet and elegant, and the painting style is clear.

Nie Yuan picked up the painting and operated it a few times.

It was discovered that the properties of the original painting of God's vision had disappeared.

It is no longer possible to zoom out and zoom in on the screen and observe the surrounding scene in the same way as you would with a touch screen.

It seems to be just an ordinary painting, with no other characteristics.

"This is the painting......"

Hampoton spoke, "This is what it was supposed to be, so, have we resolved this incident?" ”

Nie Yuan nodded and said, "I think it should be like this." ”