Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 310: The Art of Painting

"Didn't you hear what she said just now? I was only fulfilling her wish. As long as she doesn't die, you and I will be trapped in this painting technique forever. Don't you believe that the former Ghost Emperor doesn't have this ability?"

Sure enough, as Du Fang said this, the entire wooden house in front of him suddenly changed.

The two of them were enveloped in a cold and gloomy atmosphere.

The wooden house disappeared and huge stone walls began to appear around it.

These stone walls are full of potholes and pits, and are filled with countless unfamiliar bottles and jars.

Around the stone wall were countless clear and shining runes, and the body of the old man in front of him had disappeared, but in addition to the sword in Du Fang's hand, there was also a withered human head.

Bai Zhi asked in surprise, "Why are you holding her head?"

"Make a human skin lantern!"

"what……"

Bai Zhi screamed in fright and covered her eyes.

Du Fang's voice was calm and composed, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"Without this thing, and no one to pick us up, the two of us would still be trapped in this restriction... until we die of old age..."

As soon as Du Fang finished speaking, he placed the head on the ground.

At this time, Bai Zhi watched in amazement as Du Fang skillfully shaved the old man's hair, scalp, and face, peeled them off, and then cut them into square strips with the Chengying Divine Sword.

"You want to sew it up and make a lantern? There's no needle or thread here."

Du Fang smiled slightly, a mysterious smile flashed across his face.

Suddenly he reached out and plucked off a few strands of Baizhi's black hair, then he skillfully pierced holes in her face.

But after a while, a familiar, a little scary, and a little weird human skin lantern was made.

The skull was removed.

Bai Zhi gritted her teeth and opened her mouth in surprise: "Have you done this before?"

Du Fang said without raising his head: "I have seen the evil cultivators at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain do this before. I have seen it so many times that I am naturally proficient in it!"

"But this lantern is dark. How can I light it without a wick?"

This time, Du Fang didn't say anything. He looked at the bottles and jars on the wall, then suddenly reached out and took them down. He quickly put the cut flesh and blood in, then took out a fire starter from the wall, started to light it, and boiled the fuel.

He was so skilled at all this that he even knew what the jars on the wall were used for.

Bai Zhi watched him do all this in shock, and was stunned: "You've been here... before?"

"No!" Du Fang answered simply.

"Then how come you are so familiar with this place!"

"Someone told me!"

Du Fang did not express the echo in his heart.

When the human skin lantern was lit, Du Fang stood on tiptoe and hung it on the roof.

"What are you..."

As her voice fell.

Everything around me suddenly began to change.

The stone walls disappeared, and so did the bottles and jars.

Even stranger was Du Fang's surprise, as they now seemed to be sitting on the same rooftop, with the human-skin lantern still hanging above their heads.

"That's weird, it doesn't make sense!"

Du Fang was a little puzzled.

The tools used to make human skin lanterns on the wall just now were indeed echoed in his heart and said to him again: "All expenses are to be found in the room!"

But after the lantern was made, it was not as the old woman had said.

Someone will come to pick them up.

There is light before their eyes, but darkness all around them.

This unusual silence frightened Bai Zhi. She shrank back and involuntarily leaned over, whispering:

"I... I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, something must be wrong!"

Du Fang began to ponder, thinking about every detail to see where he went wrong.

at this time.

There was an extremely strange noise all around, which was impossible to appear here.

"It's midnight, folks, time to get out and about. We have a distinguished guest visiting us today, bringing with him your favorite, freshest meat!"

The sound was hoarse and unpleasant, but it sounded very familiar.

Du Fang suddenly jumped up,

Bai Zhi immediately held his body down and whispered:

"It's Li Xueying, that's his voice!"

Bai Zhi was not mistaken, and Du Fang also recognized that the voice was Li Xueying's. He seemed to be calling something out.

Could it be that he was calling out to the evil spirit that he said had been sleeping here for tens of thousands of years?

The two men did not move. The shouting gradually came from far away and then a long and strange voice came:

"We are so poor here. The Saint has been merciful and brought two fresh bodies from outside. Only by eating them can we be worthy of the Saint's gift. Villagers, let us have a good meal!"

"After thirteen thousand years, I can finally have a full meal!"

The voice was full of temptation, warm and soft, but Du Fang knew that it was still Li Xueying's voice. He was bewitching these dead ancient ancestors to devour their flesh and blood.

really--

As soon as these words fell, the noisy voices of the town suddenly came from the countless dark places around.

Footsteps, hawking,

The crying of children and the scolding of adults.

There was also the sound of the old man coughing, which came in noisily.

As the sound rang out, a crescent moon suddenly appeared above Du Fang's head. The moonlight was so bright that it illuminated the ancient town they had seen during the day.

Rows of wooden houses.

Old people, children, middle-aged men, and charming women.

Bai Zhi was sharp-eyed and immediately shouted:

“Look at those women’s headdresses!”

Du Fang looked carefully and found that the women all had pearl hairpins on their heads, which were bright and beautiful and were made of fish bones.

The men are all dressed like fishermen.

There were even men holding steel pitchforks for going out to sea.

"What are they...going to do?"

"Eat our flesh and blood!"

Baizhi's lips began to turn purple and her body began to tremble.

Because she saw those groups of people, with their empty eye sockets without eyeballs, coming towards the human skin lanterns.

"Is this an evil spirit? Have these people evolved into powerful evil spirits after ten thousand years?"

Bai Zhi immediately shook her head:

"That guy surnamed Li said that evil spirits are the most powerful cultivators who transform after death. It can't be these people. They are all relatives of Ye Liushuang!"

"So where is the evil spirit he's talking about?"

"I do not know either!"

The human skin lantern was like a lighthouse, attracting these dried corpses to gradually come closer and form a circle.

These people gathered around the human skin lantern and began to moan and wail.

When he got closer, Du Fang discovered that many of these people had died of starvation.

Their bodies were emaciated, and some had their faces, hands, and especially their buttocks, where the flesh had been dug out. But the strange thing was that these creatures, neither human nor ghost, seemed to be controlled by some kind of evil spell.

There is a body and a soul.

Can understand the voice of people's temptation.

Seeing these shriveled and skinny people already within three feet of him, Du Fang immediately held his sword to his chest and said sternly, "If you, these evil people, dare to come one step closer, I will send you to hell today!"

However, these neither human nor ghost evil creatures could not hear his voice at all.

He staggered and began to approach, squeezing the two of them in the middle.

"This lantern is totally useless!" Bai Zhi began to panic. "Aren't you the son of the evil god? How come these people don't recognize you?"

"They are not human beings at all!"

"kill!"