Not only did Liu Qin disappear, but the Calligraphy and Painting Hall did not send any new painters.

The pawn shop suddenly became heavily guarded, and it lasted for several days before it ended, during which the apprentices could only paint repeatedly.

They don't know what kind of painting to make, and no matter how energetic they are, they will become numb and hopeless over time.

Li Mo became the most idle.

Of the three people in the same room, Zeng Xiaoyi chose to take the initiative to be demoted to a miscellaneous servant, and the other two consciously changed the side room, leaving him alone.

Li Mo no longer went to the lobby, anyway, there were no similar regulations in the calligraphy and painting hall, and with his current painting skills, it was difficult for him to grow with long-term practice.

He simply stayed in the house and painted by the dim candlelight, not feeling that the conditions were shabby.

Li Mo combines work and rest, usually after completing a painting, he stretches his muscles and bones for a moment, trying to slow down the speed of body decay.

Only hunger will leave the chamber briefly.

The only downside is that sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between day and night.

Li Mo looked at the stars outside the window, and saw that it was still early at night, so he held a brush and danced on the rice paper, and the gray-black ink slowly spread, forming a vicious mountain monarch.

Looming in the painting, Shanjun exudes an indescribable evil aura.

As the paintings became more and more complete, Li Mo had completely entered the state, and the brush could not see the slightest pause, and his expression was relaxed and comfortable.

Just as the finishing touches were drawn, Li Mo's dilated pupils recondensed.

His thoughts seemed to return from the dense mountain forest, and he forcibly stopped the brush.

Li Mo looked at the mountain monarch who lacked spirit in the painting, and he didn't feel sorry, he kneaded it into a ball and burned it to ashes on the candle flame.

The ink strips in the calligraphy and painting hall are very strange, and in the scorching flames, they reveal a fragrance.

When he paints now, he can only ensure that Sancheng is sure to reach the level of the first tiger roaring picture, and most of them are a little weak by the end.

The first time I painted, I was definitely blessed by various factors such as the right time, place and people.

Even if Li Mo's brush just fell down, the mountain gentleman in the painting was not the one he wanted.

He practiced painting hard in the wing room for several days, but unfortunately he couldn't catch the previous bit of inspiration.

Of course, Li Mo is not without gains, at least with the improvement of his painting skills, he is gradually regaining the feeling of being like a god in his brushwork.

He closed his eyes and summed up the problem, then trotted a few laps along the wall.

After Li Mo's state recovered, he sat back at his desk and continued to start a new round of painting, still the king of the mountain.

But the ink was not enough, and he picked up the few strips he had left.

When Li Mo was about to grind the ink, the sound of fine footsteps passed by outside the door.

"What the hell?"

Li Mo noticed that although it was getting late, the apprentices of the painters should not have returned to the wing room yet, and they should at least practice in the lobby.

Bang bang bang......

The footsteps outside the door sounded again, like a heavy object hitting Li Mo's heart, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by five or six degrees.

You must know that Li Mo is almost eleven years old, and his death and illness are beginning to appear.

Li Mo is not sensitive to the cold, and he can immediately notice the abnormality, indicating that the temperature in the room is equivalent to the depths of winter.

He remembered the vigilance that the pawn shop had shown recently, and his right hand was subconsciously lowered behind his waist, and a dagger fell into the palm of his hand.

This dagger is a small-edged knife used by carpenters to carve, and the hemp rope of the handle is still tied by Li's mother, and Li Mo has been hiding it in the sole of his shoe.

Li Mo's expression was nervous, and he stared at the door with his back against the wall.

After a few moments of stalemate, he hesitated and shouted: "There are a lot of stewards, so why bother with the yellow-haired children." ”

"Hehehe......"

The laughter like a silver bell came, and in front of the desk where Li Mo was originally sitting, there was a figure of a caretaker at some point, wearing a light red robe, and his outfit looked extremely charming.

In particular, the eyes have turned into willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes.

"Little Li Mo, how did you recognize me?"

Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed respectfully: "I accidentally smelled it, the unique rouge smell on Steward Hu's body......"

"And now?"

Li Mo raised his head when he heard this, but saw that the butler Hu was covered in gray smoke.

The smoke and dust are very similar to the black gas emitted by Liu Qin, but the color is slightly different.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of abscesses erupted from the delicate skin of the steward, accompanied by rancid rotten flesh, and the skin seemed to be dissolving rapidly.

Li Mo couldn't help but stand in place, although he understood that this was a temptation from Hu Guanshi, there was still a chill on his back that rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover.

"I won't tease you."

The steward smiled and covered his face with a light veil.

In an instant, the gray qi she emitted disappeared, and her flesh and blood returned to its original state, but her facial features were erased, and she stared at Li Mo with a faceless face.

Li Mo understood why Hu Guan Shi was wearing dark makeup, because her facial features were fake, so she looked extremely exaggerated.

Steward Hu took out the tiger roar picture that Li Mo handed over to Liu Qin, and the painting was still stained with blood.

She looked at it carefully by candlelight.

"Li Mo, you do have a bit of a fire, no, you have talent, you can paint the ferocity of the mountain monarch vividly."

"It's weird......"

The faceless face of the steward stared at Li Mo, and Li Mo faintly noticed the malice, as if the mountain monarch in his painting was rushing to his face.

"Have you ever seen a tiger beast?"

Li Mo had a hunch that if his answer did not conform to the meaning of the caretaker, he would probably be greeted by a different body.

"Back to the house."

"Li Mo grew up in Niujia Village since he was a child, and he once saw Shanjun on the high slope behind the village, and he has never forgotten it."

"Oops, blame me, blame me."

Steward Hu smiled and said moodily: "You are from Niujia Village, and it is not unusual to see Shanjun." ”

She changed her temperament again, and asked playfully, "Then have you ever eaten animal meat?" ”

Li Mo frowned slightly, and replied: "Since I was a child, my family was poor, and my brother and sister were here, so I only ate one meal of grains every day, and only pregnant women and children in the village would eat meat. ”

Because of the relationship of immortality, there is no need to eat at the age of thirty.

Children only get food once a day, and eating some coarse grains will not affect their physical development at all, and they are very good to feed.

If it weren't for the inability to reproduce after the age of twenty, every family would have children and grandchildren.

In Li Mo's cognition, not eating meat is the villagers' thrifty habits, plus there is no shortage of food, there is no need to take risks to hunt at all.

But after a series of inexplicable inquiries from Steward Hu, he couldn't help but think about it and be extremely afraid.

Li Mo suddenly recalled that although he had seen pregnant women eating meat, he had never seen the villagers slaughtering the corpses of wild beasts.

What kind of strange birds and beasts are in the mountains and forests, because there are no birds and beasts in Rongzhen, and whether the two are necessarily related.

Li Mo wanted to know the answer, but it was obvious that the manager would not tell him.

All the mysteries have to wait until he has enough power to find out all the secrets of Molten Town.

Li Mo looked at Shopkeeper Hu, even if he didn't speak, Shopkeeper Hu already understood what he meant.