"what's the situation?"
Shen Fan, who was struggling to pull his grandparents away, was stunned when he saw the scene outside the house.
Staring in astonishment at the exotic scenery outside.
Liu Hou said calmly: "If my guess is correct, the house we are in has been pulled into the ancient painting by the devil in the painting."
When Shen Fan heard this, he was shocked: "How could this happen? The house can also be pulled into the painting? Why don't I feel it at all?"
Liu Hou snorted coldly: "Otherwise, why would the devil in the painting try so hard to lure us to No. 56 Wang Qing Street? He just wanted to catch us all.
And your grandfather also predicted this outcome.
We have been fully prepared since ten years ago."
There was a dim red outside the door, and everything you could see was nothingness.
There was no sky or ground, and the whole house seemed to be floating in the void.
You can't tell at all, this is just a painting.
Liu Hou stood in front of the window, stretched out his hand, and smashed the glass of the window with one palm.
With a crashing sound.
All the broken glass fell into the bottomless fog below.
He stuck his head out of the window and looked around.
His skin was chilled by the cold wind, and the evil spirit from the sky rushed towards him.
Suffocating.
Liu Hou looked to the left and right and saw four wooden figures at the front and back of the house.
He looks strange, with a talisman stuck on his head.
The eight wooden men lifted the house like a sedan and walked in the void.
It was obviously a trap created by the old man using the Lu Ban technique.
With a loud clang, Liu Hou drew his mahogany sword from behind, trying to knock down the eight wooden men and stop Shen Fan's grandfather from doing something stupid.
"Daozhang Liu, you can't do it." The old man immediately spoke to stop Liu Hou: "I appreciate the kindness of the Taoist priest. I must not involve Daozhang Liu in this again.
Just stay in the house with my grandson and daughter-in-law and don't go out.
All the causes and effects are caused by me and are the fault of my Shen family.
It's my turn to end it.
We are two immortals, we have made up our minds and will not change our minds again.
Daochang Liu protected my grandson along the way, and I, the Shen family, are very grateful.
Besides, the lives of my wife and I depend entirely on this house.
It's already hopeless.
Just waiting for today!"
The old man's tone was full of determination that was not afraid of death.
He asked Liu Hou not to stop them.
Liu Hou held the eight-sided Han wooden sword in his hand tightly and pulled hard.
Finally let go.
Stopping all movements, he just leaned against the door and looked out the window.
No matter what he did, he knew that he could not actually save the lives of Grandpa Shen Fan and Grandma.
The old man didn't lie.
The lives of the two people are indeed connected to this house through Luban Shu.
The old man obviously wanted to enter the painting and use the trap created by Lu Ban's magic to send them to the painting demon.
Use this apartment in Building 56, Wangqing Street, as a killer move.
Die together with the devil in the painting.
"Grandpa, grandma, you two, don't do stupid things!"
Shen Fan cried sadly to the two elders.
"It's so noisy." The two elders were unmoved and gave Qin Wenying a look.
Qin Wenying hesitated for a moment, but finally slapped Shen Fan on the forehead.
Shen Fan rolled his eyes and was knocked unconscious.
The crying stopped immediately.
The whole room fell into dead silence again.
The agency man was carrying the house, not knowing whether it was going up or down.
Soon after, the surrounding world covered by mist became hazy and turned into mist.
My eyes suddenly became clear.
The world seemed to be turned upside down, and the vision became normal.
Liu Hou saw patches of wormwood beneath his feet.
This patch of wormwood was the edge area of ​​ancient paintings that he and Shen Fan once entered by train.
Looking further into the distance, you can see that at the end of the grass are patches of bright red flowers on the other side of the river.
Surrounded by flowers on the other side, a river that is so long that there is no end in sight winds its way into the haziness of an unknown place.
That long river flows endlessly.
Even from a great distance, one can hear the roar of the river's roaring waves.
Liu Hou took a breath of air.
Until I actually saw the Wangchuan River, it was actually more spectacular and shocking than what I saw in the art of painting dreams.
The bright red blood flows in the river, like an artery, transporting nutrients to something.
And there are constant human-like monsters with hairless and four claws, walking out of the wormwood and crossing the flowers on the other side.
As if they were bewitched, they jumped into Wangchuan River one after another.
Those monsters are the human beings who are constantly seduced into the painting by the painting demon.
As soon as those humans jumped into the river, the originally empty river surface suddenly began to boil.
Countless monsters jumped out of the water, vying to bite the mutated human who fell into the water.
Cruel, ferocious, and extremely hungry.
The vicious look is revealed.
Soon, all the filth that humans had turned into was eaten away, leaving only the dead bones that sank into the river.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Liu Hou felt that the blood-red water of the Wangchuan River became more vivid at this moment.
The eight agency men moved extremely fast, and in a few blinks, they had already brought the house to the Wangchuan River.
Follow the long river and go upstream.
I saw the long river twisting a few times and suddenly making a big bend in the winding path.
Due to the long-term erosion of the river, Dawan has accumulated into a flat alluvial plain.
It's not big, like a small island in the middle of a lake.
There is a black house on the plain.
Liu Hou took a closer look and couldn't help but feel horrified again.
This house is built in an antique style with carved railings.
But no matter how you look at it, it looks like it’s made of paper.
"Why is there a paper house in the painting?"
Liu Hou frowned, always feeling that this paper house looked extremely awkward.
Obviously the devil in the painting can control everything in the painting, but why does his residence look like a paper house? Instead of turning it into a real house?
Is it possible that there is something fishy going on inside?
The eight wooden mechanism men rushed straight towards the Paper Mansion.
Just when the room was about to touch the Paper Mansion, an arrogant laughter burst out that was shocking: "Qin Wenying, your family has fallen into the palm of my hand.
Look at today, how dare you disobey me!"
As soon as he stopped laughing, all the hairs on Liu Hou's body stood up.
The sense of crisis in my heart kept ringing.
An indescribably strong demonic energy spurted out.
Under the pressure of that evil spirit, Liu Hou still felt extremely small even if he was hiding in a solid house defended with Lu Ban Shu.
It seems that this house is like a fragile egg that can be easily crushed by the owner of that evil spirit.
The paper houses on the plain swelled countless times under Liu Hou's sight.
The evil spirit carries a strong evil intention.
The sky behind the paper house was dyed scarlet.
Above the Paper Mansion, a pair of narrow eyes suddenly opened.
The eyes were full of evil, ferocious and evil.
Looking again, the paper house has also changed.
Not only did it get bigger, it also turned into the mouth of the devil in the painting.
The split mouth, door bars, door frames and windows all turned into grinning fangs.
Hateful appearance.
There is a faintly distorted face of a man.
The demon in the painting faced the direction of the house that held Liu Hou and others, opened its mouth, and sucked hard.
A strong wind suddenly blew in the air.
The entire house where Liu Hou was located was swept by the strong wind.
Chapter completed!