"So, this painting, do you want to return it?"

Mountainside.

In the second half of the moon, it is about two hours before sunrise as inferred from the sky.

Patches of thick clouds drifted in, gradually covering the bright moon, and the shadows of the trees in the forest were heavy, slightly gloomy.

Looking at the scroll that Chu Susu was holding in both hands, Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei didn't know what to say.

Since the old monk used "Wait for Zen" to make the two of them suffer a small loss, Zheng Xiu had no hope for Chu Susu's "theft technique" at all.

Whether it is Chu Susu's clear thief or blind thief, although it is unpredictable, but there are traces to follow in the end, Fengbei is careless twice, and will never be careless for the third time, Zheng Xiu does not think that Chu Susu can steal the painting from the arms of the old monk.

It's just that the old monk's move of showing the picture scroll in front of Zheng Xiu inadvertently conformed to Chu Susu's rules of "stealing".

Chu Susu admitted that he had an element of gambling.

She was right.

But this seems to be the wrong thing to do.

Looking at the silent Zheng Xiu, Fengbei took the initiative to take the painting from Chu Susu's hand, untied the rope and carried the scroll behind his back, and said, "It's okay, return the painting to the master afterwards." ”

Subtly, she gradually learned Zheng Xiu's "flexible" way of thinking.

"Well, that's all there is to it."

Zheng Xiu nodded, and said in good conscience that he was indeed very interested in this painting.

If this picture scroll is really so incredible, and there is a "world in the painting" equivalent to a ghost hidden in the scroll, as a "prisoner", Zheng Xiu must not miss it.

At present, there are two ways to penetrate the [prisoner] door that Zheng Xiu has explored, one is to contact the ghost, and the other is to upgrade the cell.

"Infernal Purgatory" is being built, and if he wants to do both, he has to brush the ghosts of the world in the painting.

Silently said sorry to the waiting master in his heart, and by the glimmer of the moonlight, Zheng Xiu led the way, and the three of them went down the mountain by the road.

On the way down, two ravens hovered in the sky, as if searching for something.

Feng Bei quickly recognized that this was the raven of the fighting hedgehog and the moon swallow.

Really.

The three people walking on the mountain road, when they were about to go down the mountain, Yueyan walked through the woods, carried the crotch fighting hedgehog, stepped on the tip of the toe flexibly in mid-air, and landed in front of Fengbei and Zheng Xiu.

"Did you get it?"

Seeing the three of them descending the mountain, Yueyan vaguely understood something.

Zheng Xiu nodded: "It's done." ”

Yueyan hooked her fingers, and the spider-like "thread web" erected in the mountains and forests quickly retracted into her sleeves.

Boom.

The hedgehog was thrown to the ground by the moon swallow.

"I'm curious, how did you get it? That old monk was so difficult to deal with. ”

"It's hard to say, let's go back and talk about it."

Zheng Xiu glanced back at Chu Susu, who was twisted around the corners of his clothes like a child who had done something wrong, and did not elaborate on how he got the cannibal painting.

The wedgehog got up from the ground and complained that Yueyan was rude.

On the way down the mountain.

Zheng Xiu asked about the fire in Yunliu Temple.

Yueyan smiled dumbly: "Do you think that we put this fire?" ”

Zheng Xiu shook his head and denied: "Not really." Master Zheng silently glanced at the fighting hedgehog and added in his heart.

I'm worried that the bear child is not sensible.

Dou Qi faintly tasted the deep meaning of Zheng Xiu's eyes, and pointed at himself with his mouth wide open.

Yueyan chuckled and explained, "We went up the mountain in advance and told the monks what we wanted, so the master didn't want to see us. I sneaked in, only to be stopped on the stone steps by a 'wait a minute'. Speaking of this, Yueyan's face was a little more depressed: "I didn't expect that there was such a master hidden in a temple, the world is so big, there are no surprises." ”

"Later, I and Douqi found that there are some rivers and lakes around Yunliu Temple who are ready to move, I caught a person to inquire a little, only to learn that a few days ago, someone had already released a rumor within a radius of hundreds of miles in Yunliu Temple, saying that there was a heavy treasure hidden in Yunliu Temple, which was an ancient painting worth 10,000 gold by Gongsun Mo. Ordinary people who don't know the benefits and disadvantages of thaumaturgy are like smelling a fleshy black fly and attracting it. ”

When Zheng Xiu heard this, his brows furrowed: "Who put the news?" ”

He always felt that everything was too coincidental and unusual.

Yueyan shrugged helplessly, moisturized her lips and pursed: "This, Yueyan doesn't know." ”

Dou Ji covered his face and wondered and asked: "The painting is in hand, let's go back and resume our lives, no matter who released the news." ”

Yue Yan smiled: "Although this kid speaks without thinking, he is also a little rude. Now that the painting has been successful, no matter who is secretly stirring up trouble, in the end, we have benefited, and I can't get rid of those crippled people! Yueyan speculated that it must be those crippled people who wanted to take advantage of the chaos, but she never expected that the waiting master would be so powerful, and finally let you succeed. ”

Yueyan's expression was relaxed, and the spring breeze was full of face. As a typical office worker in Yeweiyang, for her, when Fengbei and Zheng Xiu successfully won Gongsun Mo's Mobao from the old monk, the task of this trip to Shuzhou was completed.

As for the colleagues who were taken away by the cannibal painting, this was not within the scope of Yueyan's concerns.

Fengbei did not hide it from Yueyan and the others, and told her and Zheng Xiu's inferences.

It is very likely that the painting scroll is a ghost of its own, because when she witnessed the cannibal painting, she saw the waist sign of the "Heart Fox" on the treetops. Upon learning of this, Yueyan and Dou Ji showed surprise on their faces, and the awe-inspiring and terrifying ghost was actually hidden in a picture scroll, even in the case that Weiyang handled tonight, it was a strange thing that had never been recorded.

After several people converged, they descended the mountain and were about to arrive at the town of General.

They then had two choices, either to rest for the night in the general's town and leave the city in the morning; Either rush back to the imperial city overnight to avoid accidents.

Nagging all the way, and at the same time vigilant, the five of them walked to the gate of General Town.

The gates of the city were wide open, and the city was silent in the dead of night.

After walking a hundred steps, Zheng Xiu suddenly touched his ears.

"Something seems wrong with the atmosphere."

Zheng Xiu frowned.

After a while, Feng Bei raised his eyes and looked at the sky, frowned slightly, and said softly: "It's too quiet." ”

Yueyan and Dou Ji didn't think there was anything wrong at first, and it was reasonable for the city to be quiet in the middle of the night. But when Fengbei reminded her, Yueyan savored the atmosphere in the city, and suddenly felt that it was too strangely quiet.

At this moment, there was no sound except the sound of the wind. They walked hundreds of steps, and they didn't even hear a dog bark, and it was strangely quiet.

Babble!

Babble!

Closed doors opened.

A staggering figure stepped out from behind the open door.

The five people who entered the General's Town stopped, and the changes in front of them seemed unusual no matter how they looked at it.

In the blink of an eye, more and more people came out of the streets that should have been empty, from the houses, from the alleys, and from the attics.

It's just that this kind of liveliness made Zheng Xiu and the others feel a chill welling up behind them.

I saw that the faces of the people who walked out, their eyes were crooked, the corners of their mouths were grinning hard to their ears, maintaining an exaggerated and strange "smile", and the stiff expressions were like wooden faces pasted on their faces, and their faces were not half angry, not so much people, but rather walking corpse-like puppets.

"Hee-hee-hee-"

"Hey, hey, hey—"

"The slave is coming......

"The guest officer is here to drink hot tea!"

"Hee-hee-hee!"

Strange smiles, grinning smiles from the people, came from all directions. In an instant, the quiet streets are filled with strange laughter, and the whole city is enveloped in a "joyful" atmosphere of the underworld.

The crowd was surging, scrambling to rush towards a few people.

Yueyan, Fengbei, Zheng Xiu, and Chu Susu subconsciously took a few steps back, leaving only the overwhelmed Dou Zheng standing in front.

It looks like a fighting hedgehog is taking the initiative.

In the blink of an eye, the hedgehog was pressed down by the crowd, but they still maintained a strange smile on their faces, reaching out to pinch the hedgehog's neck.

"Woo-woo-"

Dou Ji was instantly surrounded by more than a dozen people and pressed under him, he could turn out the textbook, and before he could read a few mouths, the hand-copied book was taken away by a hungry old Oiran of the Qinglou and thrown out of the crowd.

I saw the fighting hedgehog screaming, moaning, shy, crying, and struggling under the black oppressive figure. I don't know exactly what happened.

The four people who retreated silently observed for a while, in fact, Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei had already seen that something was wrong, and felt that these people looked weird, but in fact they were living people. Dou Hedgeho took the initiative to verify this with his own experience.

"They are...... Living! ”

Seeing that the fighting hedgehog was about to be stripped naked, Zheng Xiu rushed into the crowd with one step, kicked away the strange people with three punches and two kicks, carried the fighting hedgehog in his hand like an eagle catching a chicken, and jumped onto the roof.

Yueyan carried Chu Susu to the roof, Chu Susu had sharp eyes, reached out into his arms, his wrist flipped and lit up, and the handwritten book lost by the fighting hedgehog fell into Chu Susu's hand.

"What's wrong!"

Although the fighting hedgehog was pressed down by a group of people, he put his hands up and down for a while. But this moment of kung fu is only insulting, but in fact it is not very harmful. The fighting hedgehog looked at the people surging on the street in annoyance and shame, and asked with a disgraced face. The reason why he was annoyed and angry was nothing more than that he felt that he had been put down in front of him and lost the face of the night Weiyang star.

No one asked this question except for the hedgehog.

This is clearly thaumaturgy performed by thaumaturgists.

What they should be thinking about now is who it is and what kind of technique.

"Something is wrong, get out of town first!"

Zheng Xiu made a judgment in an instant, and Feng Bei nodded in agreement. The people were under the control of inexplicable thaumaturgy, they were still alive, and if it were not for the last resort, they would not be willing to do the act of destroying their conscience and slaughtering the people.

Suddenly.

Zheng Xiu's [intuition] triggered, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He turned back suddenly, and saw that above the gate where they had entered, a figure in black stood on top of the gate at some point, with a skull mask on his face, and the skull was covered with seven-colored patterns, which looked particularly enchanting in this dark night.

The mask resembles the face of a street actor.

The moment Zheng Xiu turned around, the black-clothed man smiled and took out a strange weapon from his waist.

The weapon was about two feet six long, and from a distance it looked like a pair of scissors, shining with cold light.

The man in black waved the "scissors" and swiped in front of him, only to see that the night was easily cut by the scissors like a piece of tissue paper, and divided into two halves. The dark night that was divided into two halves was like two sharp gray light curtains, attacking Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei.

The black-clothed man with a colorful face obviously came prepared, and used the people to disturb the sight of several people, and suddenly made a move in the chaos. The cut gray light curtain was extremely fast, and almost the moment Zheng Xiu noticed the strange thing and turned around, the light curtain had already come to him.

The strangeness of the controlled people made Zheng Xiu not dare to rashly accept the other party's thaumaturgy. Thaumaturgy thaumaturgy, in the word "strange". The myriad thaumaturgy is hard to guard against, and it is not wise to take on thaumaturgy until you know the mysteries of the other party's thaumaturgy.

"Fengbei!"

Zheng Xiu established enough tacit understanding with Fengbei along the way, Zheng Xiu just said two words, Fengbei was shocked, and stretched out his palm towards Zheng Xiu.

"Smack!"

Zheng Xiu and Fengbei slapped their palms, borrowed each other's strength, and bounced to both sides, and the gray light curtain seemed to cut the entire city in half, separating Zheng Xiu and Fengbei.

"Huh? It's a little interesting, it's a little interesting! ”

The black-clothed color-faced man let out an exaggerated exclamation from his mouth at the moment when he witnessed Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei's hands touching. But his movements did not stop, and the weapon in his hand that resembled scissors was frequently shot, and the dark night in front of him was torn apart by his scissors. The torn night curtain was forcibly divided into separate spaces, separating everyone.

At this time, Zheng Xiu suddenly felt the attraction from the ontology, and the distance of the [iQue] was limited. The strange space that the other party tore out with scissors seemed to weaken his "connection" with Fengbei, causing [iQue] to be affected to some extent.

"I've only heard that the monster is very fond of you, but I haven't heard that you can touch the monster and be safe, it's weird, it's weird, who are you!"

The black-clothed color-faced man jumped down from the city wall from a distance, and under his feet, pitch-black shadows spread out, paving several "shadow roads" in mid-air, and the black-clothed color-faced man stepped on the road composed of shadows like this, and quickly approached Zheng Xiu's side.

Zheng Xiu was trapped to death by the "black shadows" like high walls at this moment, and the high walls of black shadows flickered forward and backward, high and low, forcibly dividing the small space where Zheng Xiu was located into an irregular room.

The five people who walked down from Yunliu Temple were separated by the shadow wall, and because Yueyan and Zheng Xiu were closer, the two were separated together.

Zheng Xiu and Yueyan were silent at the same time.

Both of them stared at each other's chests at the same time.

The visitor was dressed in a black suit with cloud sleeves, and three words were written in wild grass on his chest.

- "Winding Boom"!

Yueyan's face was surprised, she saw the tattoo on the other party's chest, and said in amazement: "Shangfeng, shadow play, you don't laugh...... Why? ”

"Huh?" The colorful-faced man who was called "Jun doesn't smile" by Yueyan spread his hands and made an exaggerated questioning voice when he heard the words: "Oops? What's going on? Didn't you receive the Night Lord's secret mission? After speaking, Jun Buxiao did not let Yueyan answer, but beckoned down: "Xiaotangtang, you haven't told me about this." I thought these two stars were our people! ”

Below, a shadow resembling a wall cloth "peeled off", revealing another man in black. He was also wearing a cloud-embroidered black suit, with a long black sheath hanging from his waist, although he did not tattoo his code name on his chest as ostentatiously as Jun Buxiao, but the black ironwood Ling on his waist and Jun Buxiao's title made Yueyan instantly understand the identity of the person hiding behind the shadow curtain.

"Go down, don't use the knife, Gu Qiutang!"

Gu Qiutang frowned, as if he felt unhappy with the words "Xiao Tangtang", according to Gu Qiutang, he did not attack, but replied calmly: "The arrangement of the night lord has always been difficult to guess. ”

"Okay, yes, yes, yes! Hey, hey, hey! Jun Buxiao shook his head, and said a line three times in a tone like a singing, as if he remembered the two people trapped in the "shadow play", and there was an exaggerated laugh behind the painted mask: "This brother, don't panic, let's just target the monster called 'Fengbei', as long as you stand here obediently, motionless, keep you safe." Xiao Yueyue, although you are new here, you should also understand it, our style of night is not young, and we don't like to hurt the innocent...... Unless, unless, as a last resort! ”

Since Jun didn't smile, Gu Qiutang appeared, and Zheng Xiu, who had not spoken, suddenly changed his face and slapped Yueyan on the chest.

"Poof!"

Yueyan was defenseless, puffed out her chest and was slapped, snorted, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Zheng Xiu roared angrily, distorting his tone with anger: "You actually betrayed us!?" You don't have to die! ”

Yueyan clutched her chest, screamed in pain and was slapped dozens of steps away by Zheng Xiu, and hit the shadow wall behind her back, creating a circle of pitch-black ripples.

Yueyan looked at Zheng Xiu, who was standing alone on the roof, in disbelief, with a shocked face.

What surprised her was not that "Macho Zheng Shan" shot at her.

It's not because the macho man Zheng Shan slapped her chest with a palm.

It's because Zheng Shan's angry roar has a weird tone that doesn't seem normal.

If other people only think that this person is emphasizing and distorting in anger, he has lost his mentality.

But Yueyan, who has a dual identity, tastes a different taste from the changing tone.

It is a whistle that rarely appears in the secret whistle of the Zheng Brotherhood, but every Brotherhood assassin will remember it in his chest - "a whistle on the back"!

Once someone blows a whistle, it means that the matter has to be done, and the whistleblower will find a way to clear up his relationship with the Zheng family!

The startled Moon Swallow slipped off the shadow wall, and in an instant, her heart flashed, and it was extremely messy.

Why does Jung Sun know so much about the secret whistle of the Brotherhood?

Why did he blow the "whistle on his back"?

He, what to do?

Ask for a commuter pass!

(End of chapter)