"Old man, the time has come."
Grandma's face was still kind, but her voice was surprisingly calm.
Facing all the unbelievable things in front of her, an ordinary rural old lady can remain calm.
It's really rare and admirable.
The old man nodded and took grandma's hand.
"Old lady, have you really never regretted marrying me in your life?"
"Of course I regret it, I regret it so much. But thanks to you, I have a good son, a good grandson, and such a beautiful and good wife."
The two elders both looked back and looked at Shen Fan, who was still unconscious in Qin Wenying's arms.
Sighed slightly.
How much they wanted to see their great-grandson. Although Shen Fan and Qin Wenying were secretly related, it was impossible for them to have any more children.
But if Shen Fan can survive and live a harmonious life with his grandson-in-law, that is the best outcome.
As long as people live, there is hope.
"Granddaughter-in-law, my stupid grandson will be left to you."
Grandma said softly.
Qin Wenying's voice was trembling: "Grandpa, grandma, I'm sorry. I was the one who brought this monster to the Shen family. If I had not agreed to this dark marriage and not married my husband that day..."
"Silly girl, it is our Shen family who should thank you. If it were not for your protection, my silly grandson would have died at the age of nine.
My Shen family was also slaughtered by weasel spirits twenty years ago.
Old man, I have lived twenty more years, which is enough.
This kindness should be returned to you by us two old bones."
The old man took pictures of several places in the house without hesitation, then held hands and jumped out of the house.
Completely entered the world of ancient paintings.
The moment the two people jumped out, the entire building at No. 56 Wang Qing Street changed.
Except for the living room, the house actually stretched out and turned into a huge strange object.
It has wolf eyes, slanted eyes, a protruding beak, and a yellow light in its eyes, but it is a human-like machine beast with wings.
Liu Hou recognized this thing as the wooden kite recorded in Lu Ban's book.
It's just an improved version, with the body changed to look like a glutton.
The old man is probably afraid that he will spend all the good things he has accumulated in his life on this thing.
The entire machine beast is about three stories high, with a few Taoist runes recorded in Luban Shu simply carved under its feet. It can hover in the air by flapping its wings.
Walk on the air.
The old man and grandma are the two eyes of this mechanical beast.
He controls the machine beast, roars, runs, and bites the demon in the painting quickly.
Liu Hou looked straight at it.
Damn, that's awesome.
I didn't expect that Luban Shu could be used in this way, and there were indeed endless folk wonders. In the past ten years, the old man not only disabled his own legs in order to practice the residual method of Luban Shu.
He also took action against his closest relatives.
Grandma is the old man's life, and has always been.
He trains his close relatives into the blood-refined Jiu Niu Chao in Lu Ban's art, while treating himself as a meat pile.
Their souls and bodies are all tied to the machine beast.
This method, this courage, this cruelty to myself.
Liu Hou really couldn't admire him.
Even if it is for the lives of our children and grandchildren, it is too much.
The old man and grandma are using their own vitality to drive this huge machine beast.
They have to be fast and race for life.
Otherwise, if it takes too long, it will be over.
They both won't be able to hold on for a while.
The machine beast and the demon in the painting collided in the air and struggled together.
Grandpa, who was sitting in the machine beast, looked towards the living room where Liu Hou was sitting, waved slightly and smiled.
The living room carrying Liu Hou, Shen Fan and Qin Wenying flew away in the direction they came from.
The old man wants to send the three of them out of the ancient painting.
Facing the devil in the painting alone.
Seeing Qin Wenying and Shen Fan drifting further and further away, the painting demon was restrained by the old man's machine beast again, and he roared angrily: "Qin Wenying, you can't run away. Today, everyone must stay in this painting for me."
Its whole body surged up, and one of its claws grabbed the machine beast's throat.
Don't make a sharp circle with one of your claws to avoid the desperate obstruction of the machine beast.
It was like a big hand from the sky, grabbing towards the living room where Liu Hou and the others were.
Qin Wenying's expression changed and she snorted coldly: "I won't let my grandparents' death go to waste. Husband, I will definitely take him away. You will never get me."
She shook her hands twice and formed two long water sleeves.
Throw it hard.
The water sleeves suddenly lengthened, floated out of the living room, and turned into a curved shield, blocking the claws of the devil in the painting.
Don't let it hurt the living room floating alone in the air.
This living room is what I rely on.
Without this living room, Shen Fan's mortal body would simply not be able to withstand the evil spirit of the demons in the ancient paintings.
But how powerful the painted demon is, even if the two sides are attacked by enemies, they still remain calm.
With a few strokes of his right claw, Qin Wenying's sleeves were torn to pieces.
Qin Wenying's face turned pale and she took a few steps back.
The water sleeve was transformed by her Yin Qi. The water sleeve was torn and she was slightly injured.
But it was too late to stop the claws of the painted demon.
Her eyes were filled with horror, and just when Hua Mo was about to claw the living room to pieces, Liu Hou took action.
He grabbed the eight-sided Han wooden sword behind him, took out a few talismans from his arms with his right hand, and threw them towards the claws in the air.
Violent explosions were heard, but the painting demon was not harmed in the slightest.
Liu Hou frowned slightly and continued to throw out all the talismans he brought with him for free.
Although the painting demon's fur was not hurt, it still made it unbearable and said angrily: "Stinky Taoist priest, you are of low strength, yet you dare to act wild in front of me and ruin my good deeds many times.
Believe it or not, I only need two fingers to strangle you to death."
Liu Hou curled his lips: "Believe it or not, if you dare, strangle me to death right now."
"You bastard, I will kill you now."
Hua Mo felt that he had been despised and was so angry that he rushed towards Liu Hou like crazy.
This annoying ant must be strangled to death first.
Liu Hou threw out all the talismans at the bottom of the box, and Hua Mo's right paw actually grabbed the talismans and pulled them into the palm of his hand.
Tear to pieces.
Liu Hou's eyelids twitched a few times.
The strength of this painting demon is probably even more terrifying than what Qin Wenying described.
A real person who has reached the sixth level of orange fire.
But why were the old man in yellow robe, Qin Wenying and the old man able to seal it together?
If the painted demon was truly a sixth-level orange fire, it would be absolutely impossible for ten of them to seal the painted demon.
Or is it that this painting demon is so powerful only in this ancient painting?
Liu Hou felt that he had guessed the key point.
Otherwise, with the strength of the sixth-level Orange Fire Master Hua Mo, it would be okay if he went to the outside world.
The evil spirit of the sixth level orange fire may only be conquered by a real person of the seventh level orange fire.
In the Demon Division, there are not too many real people with seventh-level orange fire.
But it uses deception to lure people into the painting.
Sure enough, it is probably because ancient paintings are its native territory.
Only in the painting can its strength be increased.
In any case, even if Liu Hou knew that his guess was correct, he could not defeat the painting demon as he was in the ancient painting.
Chapter completed!