Shi Congyi was a little dazed: "What does this mean, the legendary monster has appeared again, and it is still killing people on a large scale?" The most important thing is, what does this have to do with the princess's convoy?

Could it be that the monster also attacked the princess's team?

"Not necessarily. Yan Saburo stared at the portrait for a moment, and then stretched out his hand and pointed, "Look carefully at the monster's feet." ”

The portrait is detailed, with the monster standing under a pine tree with gravel and fallen leaves at its feet.

Shi Congyi looked at it for a long time: "What's so special about ?—— huh?"

He leaned closer, his pupils constricted, "Isn't that, isn't that the leaf of the fallen feather fider?"

It was not unusual for the monster to have a lot of pine needles scattered around its feet, but Shi noticed clearly from the wings that there was a small dark red feather attached to the arch of its foot!

But he understood that it was not a feather, it was a leaf of a fallen feather!

Would a painter hundreds of years ago be so precise as he would have drawn a leaf of fallen fir on the monster's foot?

Yan Saburo reminded him: "There is no fallen feather cedar tree on the portrait. ”

Isn't it weird that there are no trees but there are leaves?

Shi Congyi is worthy of being a battle-hardened general, and his mind was stirred a few times, and he quickly calmed down. He thought about it carefully, "Is it?"

A grotesque thought popped up in my head.

But there are all kinds of wonders in this world, and what can really be called "grotesque"?

"We should keep an eye on this painting. Yan Saburo stood up slowly, and pointed to a private house five zhang away: "Can you requisition this house?"

Of course.

So about a quarter of an hour later, Shi Congyi walked into the house with Yan Saburo.

The owner's family has already taken the money and withdrawn, and Shi Congyi and Yan Saburo have moved in. It's just an ordinary house, and the roof isn't even as high as its neighbors, but in its small courtyard there is a big-leaved privet tree that is five feet high.

This kind of tree is also evergreen in winter, and the branches are luxuriant, unlike other tree species that have lost their leaves and are only bald.

Yan Saburo and Shi jumped up from the wings to the high branches, hidden among the branches and leaves, condescending, just enough to monitor the Bowu Temple below.

"The landlord of Huzhouliao said, when did you hear the noise next door?"

"Three moments. ”

Yan Saburo silently estimated, and then said: "It seems that we have to stay on this for a little longer." ”

The outdoor air of the wax moon is ice, but it is not so easy to treat. Chitose took out a black tambourine from the crocodile tambourine and handed it to Yan Saburo: "Put it on." ”

The boy naturally took it and wrapped himself tightly. A little warmth in the winter night, everyone is greedy.

There is also a faint fragrance on it.

His ribs were suddenly hit by Shi Congyi's elbow, and Yan Saburo turned around and saw this person frowning at him. "What's wrong with your eyes?"

“...... Nothing. "Shi Congyi really wants someone to hand him clothes. Yan Shichu has grown up in the company of Hongyan, but he himself is still alone.

Yan Saburo didn't understand his state of mind, and said in a low voice: "Even if a monster kills someone, the timing is too weird. There has been no record of Bowu killing people in this mountainous area for hundreds of years. ”

"It's not too late, it's not too late. Shi Congyi nodded, "Isn't it artificial?"

"These strange things are all related to paintings. "It's a pity that there are not enough clues at hand," the escaped stranger also has a picture scroll in his hand. "They only found the empty picture box, and the stranger was attacked by a monster and did not forget to take the picture scroll, which shows its importance.

The frequency with which the word "painting" appears in this recent series of events is too high.

At this time, a few weasels came to deliver the hand stove. Chitose comes with fine silver charcoal, which is non-toxic and smokeless when burned. She had just ordered them to raise the coals and put them in the furnace, and then give them to the three of them.

It's so cold, Chitose won't treat herself badly. She waved at the weasel: "Go play, you don't need you here." ”

Three hand stoves, and one stone from the wing. This thing is a little bigger than the lucky orange in winter, and you can warm your hands after holding it for a while. Shi Congyi stayed in Shengyi when he was not fighting, although he was clothed and fed, he never held a hand stove. He never expected that one day he would be able to use such a thing.

Not to mention, it's really comfortable to hold in your hands.

"Thanks to you. He sighed twice, smiled and said to Yan Saburo, "Chitose is really considerate to you." "The stinky boy has red sleeves to add fragrance, shh

Chitose glared at him: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute." ”

She straightened her face and was threatened, Shi Congyi stopped squeaking, but she still squeezed Yan Saburo's eyes twice.

Yan Saburo looked at his nose and nose and heart, secretly breathed and ignored him.

Anyway, there are Chitose staring at Bowu Temple, and there is no movement.

And so on all night.

......

Dongfang Xiwei, Bowu Temple is still quiet.

Shi Congyi rubbed his dry eyes and stretched: "There is no movement." Last night he couldn't help but go down and look twice, and found that the portrait was still there, and the monster in the painting was still there.

Could he and Yan Shichu guess wrong?

Yan Saburo jumped back to the ground and stretched his muscles, and the joints of his body were rattling. All night, he sat in a tree without stretching his posture.

"Hey, where's your confidant?" Shi Congyi turned his head to look around, and then looked at the tree, but he didn't see Chitose, and he wasn't surprised. At that time, they walked all the way south from Shengyi, and the thousand-year-old was elusive, and everyone was used to it.

No matter how careless he was, he also discovered the pattern of her day and night.

"Rested. Yan Saburo's answer was also very insincere, "She's sleepy." He walked to the small temple and looked down at the shrine.

The monster in the painting is still there, raising its head to the sky, as if mocking him silently.

Did he guess wrong, this thing can't rush out of the painting to kill people?

"Hey, look at the stamp in the bottom right corner. Chitose suddenly reminded him, "How do I feel that its color seems to have faded?"

Yan Saburo looked at it intently and was slightly moved: "It's become lighter." ”

The left and right sides of the scroll are stamped, making a total of five. Because time has passed, even if there is a formation protection, the seal has faded in color, and it is no longer as bright red as when it was first stamped. This is the norm, no one will pay attention, not even Yan Saburo. But now that Chitose had reminded him, he immediately noticed that the color of the seal in the lower right corner was a little lighter than yesterday.

It's just a little bit, and you can't see it if you don't look closely.

How could a seal stamped hundreds of years ago fade in a day?

Before he could speak, Chitose had already spoken: "It's human blood!"

This seal was not stamped with ink, not cinnabar, but human blood!

Before Yan Saburo could speak, a loud shout came from behind: "Hey, what are you doing!"

As soon as the young man turned his head, he found that Lao Miaozhu was coming, and his eyebrows were angry, and his eyes looked at him like a thief. Although this old man is on his back, he is actually very angry.

After all, Yan Saburo's actions are too easy to misunderstand.

The monthly passes in the ticket holder should have been refreshed, reach out and ask for tickets~

(End of chapter)