This is not the first time they have come to this place.
Here, candles symbolizing all human beings are placed. The light of the candles represents the state of each person's spiritual tide. As a human god, Wu Ren's main job is to control these candles.
People were walking on the path among the candles.
Among the few people, only Wen Ling saw these candles for the first time. She stared closely at her companions and walked cautiously.
"Be careful," Qin Yin joked, "if you accidentally put out the candle, that person will die."
Wen Ling turned pale with fright, and immediately squatted on the spot, not daring to move.
"Don't listen to her," said the fool, "if these candles were so easy to put out, it would be easy to destroy the world."
"real?"
"Really," said the fool, "I don't lie."
Priest Wen breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the inquiring tone reached the candle closest to her, and the candle flickered for a long time, then suddenly went out.
Wen Ling almost sat on the ground in fright.
"I..." Wen Ling almost burst into tears, "Kill..."
"Oh my god, Wen Ling," Qin Yin completed the sentence for her, "You killed someone!"
"Wu Ren! Wu Ren!" Xiao Lan rushed to the front and caught Wu Ren, "What should I do? The candle over there is out!..."
Wu Ren was looking for something and was about to lose her patience. She just glanced at the candle lightly and said, "If it goes out, just put it out."
"It was blown out by asking the spirit... in one breath..."
Wen Ling couldn't take a breath and passed out.
"Hey," Wu Ren said sarcastically, "then she is quite powerful."
"Little God, don't be ridiculous," Bao Bao helped Wen Ling collapse on the ground and said with a smile, "It's just a coincidence. Countless people are dying every moment in this world, in places you can't see. At the same time,
There are so many candles that have been extinguished, could it be that Miss Lingwen blew them all out?"
"Wen Ling, wake up, wake up quickly..." Qin Yin shook Wen Ling's head, "Look, there's more than one person dead..."
Thank you, I will never wake up again.
I don't know whether she was pretending to be asleep or really fainted, but Wen Ling didn't wake up anyway, so everyone had no choice but to hand the unconscious Wen Ling over to the fool, who carried her and followed behind everyone.
After walking in the sea of candles for an unknown amount of time, Wu Ren was a little stumbling and getting angry. Finally, a touch of different colors appeared among countless gentle orange flowers.
There is a candle whose flame is blue.
"Little God." The baby saw the candlelight and turned to look at Wu Ren.
Wu Ren also saw it. She pursed her lips, and the anxiety on her face disappeared instantly. She looked at the candle and walked over quietly.
It seems that this is what she is looking for.
Everyone walked around the nearby candles, walked to the blue fire candle, and stood in a circle around it.
"This is..."
"This is the person in the painting," Wu Ren said. "Is he the one you are looking for?"
"His candle is still burning," Baomu said, "Is he still alive?"
"But why are his candles this color?"
"It's very simple," Wu Ren said, "because he is in another space now."
The fool thought for a long time and asked, "The space in the painting?"
"Yes," Wu Ren said, "Look, don't you all know this?"
"What we want to know is why this painting can seal a person's soul inside. Where did Aunt Ping and Lu Jieyi's father get this painting?" Xiaolan asked in one breath.
"And..." the fool said, "are the other disappeared souls also in the painting?"
Wu Ren frowned, "The others?"
"Maybe not in this painting," Baomu added, "There may be other paintings, but the world in the painting should be the same."
Wu Ren shook his head and said, "No, he is the only one."
"Aren't other people's candles...different?"
"Everyone's candles are different, there is no difference," Wu Ren said, "But only his own spirit is in other dimensions, and there is no one else."
It seems...the souls that disappeared into Jiu Tan Station and Qiqiao Mansion have nothing to do with this painting.
Everyone suddenly felt a little depressed.
"As for the origin of this painting..." Wu Ren continued, "You have to ask its owner."
Xiaolan is energetic again.
"Does this painting have an owner?"
Great, if Lu Shoucai got the young Qiao Mei from the owner of the painting, then as Qiao Mei said, the so-called "owner" must know a lot about himself.
"Of course," Wu Renyi raised his eyebrows, "The painting itself is extremely ordinary. Its ability naturally comes from the master behind it."
"Who is the owner of the painting?" the fool asked anxiously.
Wu Ren's eyes became ambiguous. She glanced at everyone one by one, and then looked at the corner where she was, "You want to find her, but she doesn't really want to be found by you."
she?
As expected, Wu Ren knew the owner of the painting!
"Why?" Xiaolan asked.
Wu Ren chuckled, "You should ask her about this."
"But we don't know who she is," Xiaolan said, "How do you know she doesn't want to see us?"
"It's not that she doesn't want to see you," Wu Ren suddenly bent down, got close to Xiaolan's face, and said jokingly, "she just doesn't want to see any of you."
When Wu Ren spoke, the hot air from her red lips swept across Xiaolan's cheeks. The hot air had a fragrant fragrance, and like her pair of dark pupils, it seemed to be enchanting.
Xiaolan's face turned red. She was secretly glad that she was a girl, otherwise she would have been seduced by Wu Ren and run away. But then she thought about it, and it seems that girls can like it too...
Xiaolan immediately took two steps back and shook her head vigorously, as if to get rid of the messy thoughts just now, "Am I the person she doesn't want to see?"
Wu Ren looked at Xiaolan and smiled. She straightened up slowly and said, "She has some relationship with you, but this time, it's not you."
Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at her companions behind her.
Everyone was looking at each other suspiciously, the expression on everyone's face was one of confusion and curiosity.
No one seems to know.
"The person you are talking about," the fool asked, "does he know that he is hated by such a powerful person?"
"Hate?" Wu Ren tilted his head, "Who said she didn't want to see that person because she hated him?"
"What else could it be because of?"
"It's not that I hate it," Wu Ren laughed, "Of course it's because I like it."