It's an old street, long and secluded.

The two sides are covered with thick sycamores, and the canopies of the trees are intertwined, completely shrouding the already small old street in shadow, and at night, the whole old street looks gloomy.

When Zhang Yuan walked over, it was already completely dark.

Unlike the bright lights in the distance, the streets here are dark, and the shops on either side have long since closed.

In front of a small shop, a red lantern hung high, flashing with an eerie red light.

On the top of the shop, there is a flag.

It reads the words "Gao Ji Painting Workshop".

The black door closed and was unlocked, revealing a gap where it was pitch black.

Zhang Yuan stood in front of the door, quietly observed for a moment, and then walked in.

When I opened the door, it was pitch black, and the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings.

A faint smell of shade permeates the place, accompanied by a hint of rancidity.

There's something indescribably weird about the whole room.

"Anyone?"

Zhang Yuan shouted.

"Shopkeeper, I'll buy paintings. ”

"It's time for business. ”

“anybody， home？”

He shouted in the room for a while, but no one responded.

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly, and swept over the ancient paintings on the wall.

The content of each painting is different, some are mountains and rivers, some are lively markets, some are temples in distant mountains, and there are statues of Buddha's heads.

Zhang Yuan swept them one by one, and after a moment, he fell into thought.

No greens?

How can there be no green?

He suddenly looked in the direction of the inner hall, hesitated for a moment, took a step, and walked over.

A curtain was lifted, and behind it was a small courtyard.

Passing through the courtyard, there was a dark room with a door half-open and half-hidden, without any light inside.

Zhang Yuan hesitated and walked towards the room.

Squeak!

The door opened, and an indescribably cold smell came to my face, accompanied by an indescribable rancid stench, as if some kind of meat had rotted.

Zhang Yuan's eyes froze, he held his breath and looked towards the room.

The whole room is like a slaughterhouse.

There were huge tables inside, and the tables were full of blood, and there were a lot of minced meat and broken bones in a mess, and in addition, there were thick iron hooks hanging from the top beams.

On the iron hook hung a bloody corpse, in the darkness, shocking and terrifying.

Zhang Yuan walked into the room and looked at the corpse.

The corpse was dark red, and the blood on it had long since dried up.

Every corpse was no longer visible.

Zhang Yuan observed carefully, his brows furrowed.

"The skin is gone. ”

His mind was full of lightning and thoughts.

The bodies were specially skinned.

What do you do with skinning?

It's not going to be a painting, is it?

His eyes twinkled, and he thought it was a possibility.

He slowly flipped through the corpses, but found nothing unusual.

The room was empty, and the people inside seemed to be long gone.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he noticed a faint light flickering inside.

Zhang Yuan showed caution and slowly leaned towards the inside.

There was no door, only a curtain hanging here.

He gently lifted the curtain, and inside was a small altar.

On the altar is enshrined a pitch-black Buddha statue, two feet in size, three heads and six arms, three heads with different expressions, some sad, some weird, and some seem to be mocking.

Six arms, on the other hand, hold six different weapons.

On both sides of the Buddha statue, a passage is written in small characters.

[Whoever worships me will have eternal life]

[Those who do not worship me will fall into the Infernal Hell]

Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed, visualizing Cihang's insightful eyes, and looked towards the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is ordinary, there is nothing abnormal, it seems to be just an ordinary Buddha statue.

His brow furrowed slightly, lost in thought.

Call!

Suddenly, there was a strange noise.

A black shadow swooped down above the beam, extremely fast, holding two Xueliang sharp knives in his hands, and quickly stabbed towards Zhang Yuan's body.

Zhang Yuan frowned, turned around in an instant, and greeted him with a palm.

The dragon's groan was deafening, like the roar of an ancient beast.

The black shadow that pounced down paused, and fell into a brief dazedness.

Bang!

He encountered a move in his chest on the spot [See the dragon in the field], his clothes exploded, he snorted miserably, as if he had been hit by a big mountain, and flew out of the window on the spot.

Zhang Yuan quickly chased after him and came to the outside of the hospital.

The black shadow was shocked by his move, and his flesh and blood were blurred, and the bones on his body were shattered, but he did not die, but struggled on the ground, and a hissing sound came out of his mouth, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, strange and abnormal.

Zhang Yuan looked at him quietly, revealing a different color.

This is a fair-skinned and delicate man, as if he has not seen the sun for a long time, and his skin is all abnormally white, and there is a faint lifeless atmosphere.

Laugh at!

Suddenly, the black shadow in front of him began to change, and his whole body squirmed, and the whole person seemed to turn into a snake, twisting abnormally on the ground.

At the same time, pieces of fine scales began to quickly appear on his body, dense, hideous and terrifying, and the flesh and blood seemed to be inflated, rapidly expanding, and soon turned into an alternative monster, and the whole body was two or three times larger, like a huge lizard.

He was covered with fine scales, his eyes were bulging, bloodshot, and he was lying on the ground, his body was covered with viscous liquid, and a pair of eyes were staring at Zhang Yuan with resentment.

Sou!

He squeezed his hands hard, leaving a black afterimage, and instantly pounced.

Whether it is speed or breath, it is at least twice as strong as before!

Bang!

An explosion sounded, and the dragon's groan was deafening.

At a speed three times faster than when he pounced, he flew out upside down in an instant, and with a bang, the walls of the front hall were directly shattered, and the bricks flew wildly.

The sixth form of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending.

【Rishibu Okawa】

Zhang Yuan quickly chased after him.

The black shadow was sneered all over his body by his move [Lishi Dachuan], emitting green smoke, all the fine scale armor was shattered, drenched in blood, his face was distorted, and he recovered from the huge state again, lying on the ground, hissing and roaring in pain.

For this blow, Zhang Yuan directly used eighty percent of his internal force.

In that blow just now, he only used forty percent of his internal force.

After this black shadow transformed, it gave him a feeling of extreme danger.

"You're a demon?"

Zhang Yuan stared at the figure on the ground and said, "Do you have any other comrades?"

Sizzle.

The figure roared at Zhang Yuan viciously, and suddenly his body twisted, and with only half of his body, he fled into the distance, trying to escape from here.

But it had just burst out when a large hand grabbed its ankle.

Bang!

Zhang Yuan waved the opponent's body and smashed directly towards the ground on both sides.

Bang bang!

The voice was dull, the ground in the courtyard did not break, and the tough bluestone slabs seemed to have turned into tofu, and the crumbs flew.

It took him dozens of hits before he finally stopped.

The figure in his hand has long been blurred by his smashed flesh and blood, and he has more air and less air in.

Bang!

Zhang Yuan left him in the corner and quietly observed it.

"You painted those nightmarish paintings?"

Zhang Yuan asked.

"Hiss"

The figure had a resentful look in his eyes and a low roar in his mouth.

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly.

"Can you write? Tell me, who drew those nightmarish scrolls, and what purpose is there. ”