The painting devil's eyes suddenly widened, with greedy light in his eyes, and he laughed ecstatically: "Quack, that's it. It turns out that this book is in your hand, ant, and you rushed here to give it to me.
Good stuff.
Give me the book in your hand!"
Having said that, I wanted to rob him by force.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Liu Hou stretched out a finger and shook it gently in front of the huge painted demon: "It seems like you monster, you still don't understand.
I'm here to take back what's mine, not to give you something.
Look at the book in my hand."
He gently shook the Bible in his hand: "Not only can it write on its own, but it will also kill you later."
The painted golem seemed to have heard a big joke, and kept laughing: "You want my life, just because you are an ant? In this ancient painting, I am invincible."
Nothing can hurt me!"
Liu Hou was not angry at all, but looked like he had a winning chance: "The screams of ants are really annoying. Now I'll give you a chance.
escape!
I'll give you two hours.
I'll catch up with you again in two hours.
If you are caught by me, that’s when you, the evildoer, will be punished.”
The painting demon's eyebrows twitched, and his huge scarlet squinting eyes stared at Liu Hou.
What the hell is this ant talking about?
It was obvious that he could easily strangle him to death with just two fingers.
Why is he so confident?
In the world in this painting, it is obvious that I am an invincible existence.
He actually wanted to let himself escape?
ridiculous.
It's really ridiculous.
Then the painted demon really laughed sarcastically.
He laughed so hard that his whole body was shaking.
"You've wasted two minutes."
Liu Hou waited for it to laugh enough, and then he said slowly and calmly.
The painting demon's laughter froze. Is this ant telling the truth and not kidding himself?
But why?
What does he have to rely on?
Is it just the ancient book in your hand?
The world in this painting...
"Get out of here!"
Liu Hou was already impatient. If this painting demon didn't get out, he wouldn't be able to play his game anymore.
After chasing him for so many days, with this tone, I want to let this painting demon have a taste of it no matter what.
Liu Hou raised the ancient book in his hand.
After the ancient book was opened gently, it emitted a brilliant golden light.
This bloody world is also illuminated with every detail.
The dim blood light in the sky was suddenly sucked into the book by a huge suction force.
Along with this, even the paper houses on the plain in the river shook a few times.
In the suction of ancient books, inhale towards the books.
The painting demon was horrified, his eyes flashed fiercely for a few times, and he shouted: "You ant, give me the house quickly!"
He leaned on his huge body and stretched out his claws, trying to catch the paper mansion in his arms.
But the paper mansion actually avoided it.
As if it were alive, the paper mansion made a cheerful sound of turning pages, attracted by the ancient books.
Swish, swish, swish!
Everlasting.
In the blink of an eye, the Paper Mansion spread out and turned into a piece of paper, floating into the Book of Heaven.
The book of heaven is closed, and the luster on his body disappears.
It has returned to its primitive and shabby appearance.
Liu Hou was overjoyed, finally, after experiencing so much and fighting for his life for so long.
He finally got his hands on one of the pages of the Book of Heaven.
How could this not make him ecstatic!
"How, how is it possible?"
The painting demon opened his mouth in shock, looking at this scene in disbelief.
How could his support be taken away by Liu Hou so easily?
The mansion clearly belongs to him.
Everything belongs to it.
The hateful ants have ruined its good deeds again.
It wants him dead!
The painting demon attacked Liu Hou, using all his strength, preparing to kill him with one blow.
Liu Hou sneered and slapped it with the book in his hand.
A strong wind blew and blew the entire huge body of the painting demon away.
The painting demon was horrified and said in disbelief: "How is it possible? This is obviously my world, this is mine..."
"It's so noisy!"
Liu Hou pouted: "Look carefully, this is still your world. You have entered my world!"
"impossible!"
The painting demon roared angrily, but then it looked down.
Everyone was stunned.
Beside you, there is the bloody river, and above your head, there is the red sky. In the distance, there are patches of flowers on the other side.
No!
Nothing at all.
Everything that belonged to its world was gone.
It didn't know when its feet stepped on the mud.
The foot turned into a narrow path.
Orioles are flying along the path and grass is growing, but it is autumn.
Looking from a distance, the golden ears of wheat are growing happily, with their fruits hanging low, waiting for harvest.
Liu Hou's cold voice came again: "You still have one and a half hours left. You are just an ant now."
The painting demon was trembling all over.
I wanted to say something, but in the end I could only utter a slight curse: "Ant, you ant, you are the ant."
It seemed like he was venting his anger.
Then, without saying a word, the painting demon turned around and really ran away.
Taking one step forward, he discovered to his horror that his originally huge monster body had disappeared.
He turned into a skinny old man with a haggard appearance.
Wearing tattered clothes and walking with a cane, he trembled slightly.
Can't walk fast.
"This, this is my original body? No, no, no, no!"
The painting demon threw away his crutch, his eyes widened in despair, and he covered his head.
From psychology to physiology and even soul.
None of them are willing to accept this result!
"No, no, no, no, no! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
It suddenly occurred to him that Liu Hou would come looking for it in an hour and a half. The painting demon picked up the crutch again in fear, and its strong desire to survive drove it far away from Liu Hou.
Find a place to hide.
Whether you are a human or a monster, the longer you live, the more afraid you will be of death.
Human beings always say that immortality and eternal life are a curse.
Yes, this is indeed a curse.
A curse known only to those who live forever.
People who have eternal life will fall in love with this curse. Human beings who always think that eternal life is a painful curse are just their short-lived imaginations.
Just like the farmers in the village would imagine that the current emperor should be able to eat ten white flour buns at a meal, and when planting crops and hoeing the ground, he uses gold hoes.
The painting demon who has lived for more than a thousand years will never want to die.
Hua Mo walked forward along this path and finally reached the end of the road.
Looking up, Hua Mo was shocked.
This is the village when it was alive.
The darkest and most painful place in its memory was in this village.
If there really is a hell in the world, for the painting devil.
Here it is!
Real hell!
"How could it be, how could I come back here!"
The painted demon's face was full of madness and pain.
My memories of this village are filled with endless sadness.
If it could, it would never want to come back, even if it just recalled this place. Its heart would feel like it was exploding, filled with resentment!
But why does this village appear again?
He clearly destroyed it more than a thousand years ago.
All the villagers in the village, including women, children, old and weak, were slaughtered.
Chapter completed!