A scream came from the direction of the flower window.
thump!
"You are... Baomu?!"
The fool looked at the figure that suddenly emerged from the painting and shouted in shock.
Baomu fell to the ground, rubbed his lower back, and looked around with confusion as if he didn't realize what happened.
"What's going on, Baomu?"
"Brother Baomu!"
Everyone gathered around.
Baomu looked at the faces of a circle of people in confusion, suddenly realized something, and quickly got up from the ground, preparing to hit the wall.
"Eh?" The fool moved quickly, grabbed Baomu's thin forearm, lifted it up around his waist, then pressed Baomu to the marble floor, raised his head and asked others, "Is this Baomu?"
"I am Baomu! Brother fool, let me go quickly!" Baomu struggled eagerly, "It's too late, we have to go in quickly, we have to save them!"
Where to go? Who to save?
"Baomu," the Taoist priest squatted down and put a hand on Baomu's shoulder, "make it clear and take your time. If you want to save people, we will go together. Don't rush."
Baomu took a deep breath, "We...we have to save the good people in the painting. There are good people and bad people in the painting. Jasmine... Where is Jasmine? Is Jasmine okay?"
"Jasmine is fine. All her injuries have recovered," the fool said to everyone. "When the black shadow tried to pull Xiaoyin away just now, I discovered that Jasmine's injuries were actually healed."
"That's what Auntie did," Baomu said excitedly. "Auntie came out of the painting to treat Jasmine and Xiaoyin's injuries, but they didn't allow it and wanted to drag Xiaoyin into the painting..."
"So it was Auntie I kicked just now?" the fool asked in surprise.
Baomu quickly shook his head, "No, Auntie only cured Jasmine, and then they showed up. At that time, Auntie had already fled back to the painting. They wanted to kidnap Xiaoyin, and you were the one who beat them..."
Got it.
The good person in the painting is the aunt, and "they" are the bad people Baomu said.
"What did little brother Baomu say about saving them?" Lao Luo asked.
"We have to go in to rescue Auntie, and there are other people," Baomu grabbed the fool's arm and sat up, "Bad guys, Auntie calls them Sawu's tribe, they are about to attack Auntie, I am Auntie from Sawu
There were prisoners rescued there. Auntie was afraid that I would get hurt, so she pushed me out of the painting. We have to... we have to rescue auntie and the others..."
"Are we going into the painting?" Xiaolan asked.
Baomu blinked as he thought and discovered the problem.
"Then how are we going to get in?" Xiaolan stood up and poked the painting with her finger, "This is a wall for us."
"this……"
Baomu was also stunned.
The people in the paintings can freely shuttle between the ten paintings, and can also carry people.
But they are ordinary people after all, how can they enter whenever they want?
"What should I do?" Baomu drooped his shoulders in despair, his mouth trembling, as if he was about to cry, "Savus and the others just sucked Jasmine's blood and became much stronger. In order to take me away from them, Auntie,
He was seriously injured..."
"Brother Baomu, why did Savus kidnap you and Jasmine?" Xiaolan squatted next to Baomu and asked softly.
"They didn't kidnap Jasmine," Baomu shook his head in a low voice. "When they took me away, Jasmine saw it. Jasmine wanted to help me, but she was injured by Savus..."
"Why should I arrest you?"
Baomu raised his head and frowned, "Auntie said...Savus thought I was very strong? That's why I came here..."
emmm…
Xiaolan swallowed what she originally wanted to say and changed her sentence, "Is Savus the flower demon?"
Baomu's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes! It's them!"
Absolutely.
It's true.
Baomu added, "They think I'm strong because I smell their scent, they sucked my blood, and..."
"What?!" Xiaolan said with trembling eyes, "Drained your blood?"
Baomu also wrinkled his face in confusion, "I have memories of that time. I remember... they took away my blood. All the blood in my body left my body and went outside my body. I
Soaked in my own blood, but not dead...I could feel everything, not dead, and then the blood slowly came back...Then my aunt rescued me and took me away..."
What has Baomu experienced in these few hours?
Luo Jiutian was not too shocked, "So the flower demon needs to absorb the blood of the strong, right?"
Baomu pondered and nodded, "Auntie said that they become stronger by absorbing the blood of others. The stronger the blood, the stronger they are."
"Does that mean that as long as we act very strong, we can attract the flower demon to come and kidnap us?" Luo Jiutian pointed at the painting, "Then we can use the flower demon's ability to penetrate the painting to enter this world, and then we can save that...
That aunt."
"Sounds like a good idea." Xiaolan responded.
But the problem is...
Xiaolan raised her eyes and looked at Baomu, who looked confused.
The question is, what are the criteria for judging Saus?
The Taoist priest suddenly stood up and took a few steps to the flower demon's painting.
"The fool is left to take care of Jasmine, Xiaoyin, Baomu, and Xiaolan. Let us go into the painting to rescue people," the Taoist priest said and nodded slightly to Lao Luo, "Please help me and Brother Jiutian to protect the three of them. We will go back as soon as we go."
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"My father can take care of them by himself. I am young and strong. I request to go out to work." Luo Jiutian stood up and raised his hands.
Lao Luo did not refute, but looked at his son with relief as he walked behind the Taoist priest.
Jiutian came to the Taoist priest's side and asked, "Are you sure you can go in?"
The Taoist priest raised his left hand and said with a humble smile, "A little bit of confidence."
Baomu quickly got up and ran to the Taoist priest's side with Xiaolan.
The Taoist Master stopped talking, but stared down at the palm of his left hand for a few seconds. Between the lightning and flint, his right hand moved towards his left hand. A silver light flashed. A hole opened in the palm of the Taoist Master's left hand, and blood gurgled out.
Dripping along the fingertips.
I haven't seen this posture for nine days, and I was shocked.
Xiaolan understood the Taoist priest's thinking.
Flower demons like blood, especially the blood of strong people, so use blood to lure them.
Xiaolan and Baomu couldn't help but take out their daggers and prepare to paddle, but were stopped by the Taoist priest.
"No, no, I'll just come."
As the Taoist priest spoke, he turned his bleeding left hand palm outward, with the wound facing the strange black and red painting.
Time and blood flow drop by drop.
Finally, the painting changed.
The surface of the painting seems to be rippled and no longer smooth.
The waves overflowed and slowly gathered into a center.
Something has appeared!
A white and slender hand poked out of the frame little by little. The hand was smooth and slender, as soft as boneless. When the flashlight shined on it, it looked like water and jade, so white and tender that it was almost transparent.
As if he could see things outside the painting, that hand slowly approached the Taoist priest's bleeding left hand.
The Taoist Master grabbed Xiao Lan and nodded to several people.
As soon as the group of people grasped each other firmly, the hand was like a cheetah pouncing on its prey. It suddenly grabbed the Taoist priest's left wrist and pulled hard, and a group of people were pulled into the painting by this huge force.