Nervous mountain people lined up in a long line, along the dark entrance of the paper painting, towards the dark path.

Zhong Min, as a government judge, took the lead and embarked on a dark road.

The cracks in the painting world are widening, and the picturesque control is lost, and the entire mountains and the sky are swallowed up by the painting world, leaving only the place where Li He has been sheltered, sparing his death.

When you enter the world in the painting, you will immediately feel a cold breath, as if you are passing from the summer heat to the ice cave in the cellar, and everyone can't help but hug their arms and tremble.

And there seemed to be blood-red eyes staring in the darkness, and if they deviated slightly from the path, they would immediately pounce and tear them to shreds.

"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"

This is already Li He's way to cover up the place of refuge to the greatest extent, if it is in the state of the previous painting world, as long as ordinary people step in, they will be corroded by the strange aura and contaminated with an indelible calamity.

The longer you stay, the more serious the erosion becomes, and even a Taoist priest will inevitably resurgence of bad signs, and ordinary people will be reduced to rotten corpses.

But now it seems that the people of Kuchaling can still move normally, but they are quite uncomfortable.

When I finally arrived at the river of blood, looking at the boundless, strange river of bones, it was impossible not to be afraid. Even Zhong Min was stunned in his heart, and he couldn't move his feet.

Can this paper boat really take them across the river of blood?

When the boarding ladder was lowered on the giant boat, Zhong Min didn't think much about it anymore and took the lead in boarding the ship.

Kuchaling has reached such a situation, if you really want to say who is the most unwilling, it must be the lord of the mansion. Even if there is still a slight opportunity, Li He is probably reluctant to go away. I don't know how many hardships I have gone through to achieve today's achievements, but Zhong Min can see the hard work of the mansion master.

The resurgence of the bad omen of Li Zhen is never-ending; The temple blocks the heavens and the earth and isolates the passage. The rest of the ridges have disappeared, and even the Rye Ridge and Thorn Ridge, which have always been concerned, have also fallen into silence. Kuchaling is lonely, what can I do?

Sometimes he secretly observed the lord of the mansion and found that Li He, in despair, would give birth to a kind of gloom of silence, as if he wanted to take away the light of the whole world. What strife, bad omen, kill! Kill them all.

At this time, the lord of the mansion is even more terrible than a bad omen, like a jailer who suppresses prisoners, he has long lost his mercy and all emotions, and it will be the most deadly disaster.

But this kind of breath is not too much. After all, he is not alone, when he is lonely, there is Liu Ruhua making silly jokes, and Ah Fu taking care of the life of the official residence; When he made decisions, the three high-level officials of the government had their lives, each showing their powers, and they all held their breath and wanted to do what they were told; When he is idle, he looks at the lights of thousands of homes, the husband and wife cook in front of the stove, and the children laugh and laugh around their knees.

That loneliness, that indifference, was washed down and pressed to the bottom of my heart.

After all, there is concern, that is, power and responsibility, like a cage, trapping the most sinister dragon in his heart.

Several high-level executives of bitter tea are actually amiable on the surface, but they are also secretly more energetic. Only those who have survived despair understand the meaning of gratitude.

For example, Zhong Min, thousands of parents are short, and they are all mundane and trivial, but if there is no adhesive, they would have fallen apart long ago.

Li Li is unwilling in his heart, and he wants to show his means in the trade market. On the surface, the power is delegated, but in fact, every trading officer is carefully selected to ensure the efficiency of the official shop to the greatest extent.

Liu Wu, a farmer, Liu Ru's picturesque father. Everyone said that he didn't have to do anything, he had the grace of a picture, and he enjoyed the blessings. But he still gets up early and is greedy for darkness, taking care of Xiangrui and Lingzhi, Kuchaling can have the output of today's resources, and he has half of the credit.

As for Ling Qiong, the merchants of the Zhen family, the soldiers of the Daoists, and the trade envoys of the official shops, they performed their duties and never slackened.

To put it bluntly, I'm really scared, to have such a paradise to take refuge, it has been favored by God, just like a dream, for fear that it will be all illusory when I wake up. In this case, it is necessary to work harder to do it.

When Zhong Min boarded the paper boat and stepped on the deck, through the darkness, he could glimpse a trace of the flames of Kuchaling.

The struggle of the past has been in vain, and it is impossible not to be discouraged.

But he believes that the lord of the mansion will only be in a short period of time, and Li He can build Kuchaling like this, and it may not be bad to start over in a different place.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wonder, why didn't he see the old willow, this guy was busy before and after, but he was missing at the moment.

Forget it, let's talk about it when we get on the boat.

"Stand in line, stand on the deck first, and wait for me to count."

"Don't cut in line, Wang Wu, you kid, don't you know that women and children are given priority."

"Don't think that if you get on the paper boat, you will be lawless, you still have to abide by the rules, this is still a bitter tea mountain."

Although there was some chatter and shouting, such kind and familiar words made the tense atmosphere completely dissipate. The Lingmin followed the instructions and walked all the way from the spiritual spring, and finally stepped on the paper boat.

Li He, who was outside the paper painting, came to the periphery of the broken altar, looking at Liu Wu's broken corpse, his eyes flashed with a faint green light, and flames ignited from the corpse.

I can even hear a little unwillingness and pleading, as well as missing my daughter.

Li He was indifferent, in this strange world, there were countless ways to leave the corpse behind, and even act with the original body. But to be dead is to be dead, and the soul dissipates, leaving only a cold body, and no memories of the past.

Those overflowing whispers were just a simulation of thoughts gathered by obsession and bad omens, and they were not his own will at all.

To be able to give this peasant envoy the greatest burial is not to let the treacherous things of this world disturb him, and to leave quietly is also a luxury that ordinary people can hardly get.

Picturesque is now trapped in a cage, like crazy.

She shares power with Li He, and she can feel this life that is disappearing, but she can't do anything.

After biting the cage and shouting hoarsely, it still failed to shake the power of the catalogue's suppression. Just if you look closely, Li He is aging faster.

However, he didn't care, and finally burned Liu Wu to ashes, and held it in his hand into the land that entered the catalog.

Picturedly falling to the ground weakly, looking at the last hope shattered, even in a state of recovery, there is a deep sadness.

Wang Bian's incense turned into smoke and floated in front of him:

"Blame me, I didn't detect Tai Sui's hiding, otherwise ......"

Li He waved his hand and motioned for it to board the ship and sail away.

Deeply aware of the bad omen, he understands that this is not the end that can be changed by some kind of care, this is the catastrophe. It's surging and hard to resist. But fate always leaves a back door for the unfortunate, and Liu Wu can break through the Tai Sui hidden, which is a kind of redemption for the people of Kucha.

In fact, he has practiced so far, and he may not have no way to maintain the Liu Wu body and be a living dead? As a corpse puppet?

Although in the eyes of the Taoist priest, there seemed to be no problem, but he was unwilling and preferred to give the peasant envoy freedom. That is the freedom of the soul, and it is the indelible source of bad omens.

Looking back at the well-tended Kucha Ridge, it was already full of blood and fire.

Although he was obsessed with suppression for a short time, there were still people who were lost in vanity and could never get out again.

They slashed and slaughtered each other in the mountains, indulging in lewdness, and their eyes were already filled with blood.

God saves the self-helper, he can't take these people away, and he doesn't want to take them.

With a slight flick of the palm, it turned into a huge empty pool, and then the spiritual spring and the three auspicious trees, together with the surrounding land, moved here, and the ground shook the mountains.

Li He dragged this most precious foundation and boarded the paper boat.

"Two thousand and twenty-two!"

Zhong Min's voice trembled a little, there was only this one left for the people who boarded the ship, and it can also be said that in the entire Li Town, these are the only ones who survived.

Li He finally looked at the bitter tea through the paper painting, and glanced at the ten thousand years.

"Set sail!"