When Liu Hou found Hua Mo, it was already three days later.
Its body was in tatters and hung in disgrace on the crossroads at the entrance of the village, and it was regarded as a human scarecrow.
I don’t know what kind of horrific torture he endured.
But looking at its miserable appearance, I am afraid that the people in this village already hate it extremely.
Using the most cruel method, he was tortured until now.
Liu Hou was relieved and felt that it deserved it.
After he absorbed the objects in the painting with the Heavenly Book, he completely made the world of this ancient painting his own.
And what the painted demon has experienced now is the nightmare it had during its lifetime.
The deepest and most fearful thing in the soul.
"Is it painful?"
Liu Hou stood in front of it and looked up at it.
The painting demon only had one breath left. When it heard the words, it lowered its head blankly.
When he saw it was Liu Hou, he didn't feel the slightest anger.
It seemed that he was completely different from the big monster who kept calling Liu Hou an ant three days ago.
Its pride dissipated, and its demonic power was gone.
He's just a dying old man.
"I lost."
By now, Hua Mo has seen through everything: "Taoist priest, I want to ask you something."
"Why don't you call me an ant?
Is there anything else you can ask me for?"
Liu Hou was stunned: "What do you want from me?"
"Give me a pleasure."
When Liu Hou heard this, he didn't know what he was thinking. Finally, he smiled and said, "I can agree to this request. Do you have any other last words?"
The painting demon shook his head and said: "Since ancient times, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. If you lose, you lose. I didn't expect that you are the real master of the world in this painting. It's ridiculous that I have spent a thousand years and still can't find the method. Let the paper
The house belongs to me completely.
It turns out that it is waiting for you."
Liu Hou was noncommittal: "Then, farewell forever."
Then cut it off with a knife.
The painted demon's head was chopped off by the peach wood sword and rolled into the soil.
The floor was covered in filth.
The moment it disappeared, this quiet and peaceful village with smooth traffic also disappeared without a trace.
Everything in the world in the painting disappeared, leaving only a blank space.
Liu Hou seemed to be standing on a piece of white paper. No matter up, down, left or right, there was no end of white.
He sighed: "It's time to go out."
After saying that, he casually touched it in the air, and a twisted space crack appeared in the entire blank world, as if a page had been opened.
He raised his foot and took a step outward, stepping out of the ancient painting.
Apart from the ancient paintings, although six or seven days had passed by Liu Hou's side.
But for Qin Wenying and Shen Fan, who had just escaped from the ancient painting, it was only a momentary effort.
The old house at No. 56 Wang Qing Street is gone, leaving only a dilapidated and deep pothole on the original site.
The ancient painting seal in the living room was transformed into a large box.
The ancient paintings are firmly sealed in it.
Beware of the painting demon coming out to confuse the world again and arresting Qin Wenying back.
Qin Wenying and Shen Fan were sad and looked very gloomy.
"Taoist Master Liu Hou, he still couldn't escape after all. For both of us, he was sealed in this ancient painting with the painting demon. He will not be able to escape for at least a hundred years."
Shen Fan let out a long sigh: "I hope he can be safe."
"My husband, please express my condolences. The life or death of Taoist Master Liu Hou is uncertain. I think he must have encountered an unexpected event." Qin Wenying was also very sad: "My husband does not know the strength of the painted demon. Even if the Taoist priest can escape the pursuit of the painted demon, he will not be killed."
so what?
The ancient paintings are full of monsters, and there is no edible food for humans. After all, Master Liu Houdao is a human being, and he will starve to death in a short time."
"Daughter-in-law, many people died for us." When Shen Fan heard this, his last trace of luck was shattered.
I can't help but feel sad and want to cry again.
Qin Wenying held him in her arms and patted his vest lightly: "But it's okay, husband, you still have me, and our father and mother. I don't know if they still remember me as their daughter-in-law. "
Suddenly, a cold and sad laugh came from not far away: "They won't remember you. Anyway, you two are going to die soon. After I kill you two, I will send them down to accompany you."
"who!"
Qin Wenying gave a sweet shout and looked over with her beautiful eyes like lightning.
I saw a figure rushing over like lightning, and the figure was surrounded by a sharp and cold light.
A claw clawed at the two of them.
"You are the female weasel spirit who escaped twenty years ago."
Qin Wenying took a breath of air while protecting Shen Fan behind her.
Unexpectedly, this female weasel spirit has been hiding near them and ambushing them.
This monster is so cunning.
The mind is also careful.
If the painting demon kills everyone, it will then kill the remaining members of the Shen family. If they escape, they will definitely be seriously injured. Then it will suddenly attack and kill them.
The weasel spirit is so cunning that he can even plan this step clearly.
But its conjecture is not wrong at all.
Qin Wenying, the only one who can fight, has already been severely damaged in ancient paintings.
He is no longer a match for the female weasel spirit.
Under the attack of the female weasel spirit, dangers abound.
He had to spare all his energy to protect Shen Fan, but within a few moments he was at a disadvantage.
"You are such a fairy in the painting. More than fifty years ago, the old man of the Shen family killed my whole family. Twenty years ago, you killed my husband. Today, the old and new grudges have been avenged. I will definitely kill you." And the remnants of the Shen family will be cut into pieces with a thousand cuts."
The female weasel spirit hated Shen Fan and Qin Wenying so much that her subordinates attacked them with deadly force.
Qin Wenying gritted her teeth and tried her best to hold on, while wounds continued to appear on her body.
Even the fluttering water sleeves were a little weak, and the originally solid ghost became a little misty and transparent.
This is a sign that the ghost has been consumed too much and the soul is about to disperse.
Qin Wenying has also reached her limit.
I can't hold it any longer.
Sure enough, after managing to withstand several attacks from the weasel spirit, Qin Wenying failed to catch the weasel spirit and was seized by the weasel spirit.
He grabbed Qin Wenying's sleeves several times and smashed them to pieces. He took out his claws and strangled her neck tightly.
The sharp nails dug into the white neck and lifted up.
Qin Wenying's entire body was lifted into the air.
"Let go of my wife!"
Shen Fan grabbed a thick wooden stick next to him and hit the weasel spirit on the head with all his strength.
The wooden stick hit the weasel spirit firmly, but did not cause any damage to the weasel spirit.
The weasel spirit's other free hand waved hard and hit Shen Fan in the stomach.
Shen Fan flew backwards and hit the opposite earth wall.
The wall fell down, and Shen Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. He grabbed the wooden stick tremblingly and stood up again: "Let go of my wife!"
He will continue to fight the weasel spirit.
Even if he is just a mortal, even if he doesn't know the Dharma at all.
In front of the weasel spirit, he is just an ant that can be easily crushed to death by the evil spirit.
But, the wife is in its hands.
As a man, how could he not work hard?
His whole body was trembling, and he dragged the heavy wooden stick to the weasel spirit again.
He hit the weasel spirit hard with the wooden stick in his hand.
The weasel spirit was indifferent to the pain and snorted coldly: "The day your grandfather killed my whole family, I looked at your grandfather with the same pleading. But your grandfather showed no mercy at all.
The pain you suffer today was ten times a hundred times more painful for me fifty years ago.
Why didn't your grandfather show any mercy at that time, but instead wanted to eradicate the roots and destroy my entire family?
Just because my home lives among trees? Just because, in order to improve the living environment, you can cut down thousand-year-old trees and forcibly kill us all?
Just because you are human beings? Are you able to kill and deal with all living creatures at will except humans?
What’s the point!”
Shen Fan was clumsy and didn't know how to defend himself.
He just hates.
It's useless to hate yourself, you can't do anything.
Even his own life has been dependent on the protection of his wife, so he has survived until now.
If you hate yourself, you are a useless piece of trash.
With hatred, he raised the wooden stick in his hand high and wanted to hit her on the head again.
The weasel spirit was tired of being beaten, and his fierce look showed, and he laughed wildly: "Why don't I kill you first, and let the fairy in the painting suffer from extreme pain, and then I will kill you."
Chapter completed!