C129 The Man in the Picture

I looked at the old man. I didn't even have the courage to run. In fact, I could feel that the whole atmosphere in the little temple had not been quite right since he had jumped, as if everything here was under his control and there was nowhere for us to run.

I dryly laughed and said to the old man, "I am not the master of the body. Isn't the body of the old man yours?"

The old man laughed coldly, "You really have a good mouth. It's a pity that it's useless. I won't take your body properly. Now, I have to shatter your soul."

He reached for the steel needle on the top of his head, but there might be something wrong with the needle. He couldn't pull it out himself.

But that didn't bother him. I saw a faint cloud of smoke appear in the air. The smoke slowly gathered until it turned into a person. This was probably the soul fragment the old man had released. The soul grabbed the steel needle and easily pulled it out of the top of the skull.

I whispered to Mr. Zhao, "Why aren't you making your move?"

Mr. Zhao said, "The time is not right yet, don't be in such a hurry."

He was standing against the wall with his hands behind his back, his face grimaced and his head bowed, like a schoolboy who has been punished for a mistake. I was afraid that he would suddenly drop to his knees and proclaim that he would be willing to be an old man's lackey, and then betray me again.

With the thickness of Mr. Zhao's skin, he might actually be able to do it.

The steel needle on his head had been pulled out, and nothing could threaten the old man anymore. A sliver of his soul followed his orifices and slowly entered his body.

Now that the old man's strength had been restored and he had taken over the body for himself … As for the Mr. Zhao, he was still standing.

The old man turned and looked at Mr. Zhao: "You have guts. Before you die, do you have anything else to say?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Can you give me another chance? I really want to help you with some things."

I had suspected that Mr. Zhao was begging for mercy in the first place, but when I heard that he would do just that, I instantly became furious and pointed at him, scolding, "Mr. Zhao, are you trying to sell me again?"

Mr. Zhao blushed. "Call me second uncle."

Erhu, who was inside the statue, also said, "Zhao, you tricked me too, what should I do now?"

Mr. Zhao shamelessly said, "How did I cheat you? I promised you to enjoy the incense, but not for long. Even if you were to be killed by the elderly in the next second, you would have enjoyed it. "

Erhu didn't even know how to scold him.

The old man faintly said: "You three don't need to argue anymore, because all three of you will die."

The Mr. Zhao actually nodded his head very calmly, and said to the old man: "Then that's a pity, looks like I don't have this fortune to work for the old man, I can only run."

The old man sneered: "Escape? If you can escape, then consider me useless. "

Mr. Zhao suddenly extended his hand to grab my arm and cried out, "Eldest Nephew, let's escape!"

I was at a loss. "Where should we escape to?" Then I ran to the door of the temple with the intention of fighting to the death.

However, just as I took a step, I was forcefully pulled back by Mr. Zhao. He pulled me to a wall and smashed into it.

I saw a door painted on the wall, a small door painted with blood. The blood had yet to dry, and it was clear that it had just been drawn.

Mr. Zhao's voice was hurried but there was a trace of pride in it, "Eldest Nephew, I'll let you experience what Wall Piercing Technique is."

Then my body hit the door. I heard a hum, and then I felt as if I were in another space.

Before I could see what was happening around me, I heard a mournful wail, mixed with the angry cries of the kids.

I raised my head and saw that it was the students of the Wuzhong who were being punished. Those little ghosts were tormenting them back and forth. A frying pan, a nail board, a knife, an axe, all sorts of torture, it sent chills down one's spine.

The world I'm in should be the mural on the wall. I was in the picture.

I was shocked when the kids looked up and saw me. I saw one of them grin and say to me, "Heh heh, here comes another new person."

Just as he finished speaking, the students of Wuzhong started cursing at me, "New guy, f * ck your ancestors for eighteen generations."

Have you ever been greeted by several people at the same time? I was so angry that my head was spinning, and yet, I was also scolded to the point that I couldn't make heads or tails of it. I thought: Is this Wuzhong student insane from torture? They didn't scold the little devil, so why did they scold me?

Soon I knew why. Because a little boy in charge of the guillotine pulled up the student who had been cut off thousands of times, and escorted him to the millstone, saying as they walked, "Okay, okay. A new guy is coming. Bro, you have to give him a seat. " Then he stuffed the man into the grindstone.

No wonder these students kept scolding me. It turns out every time a new student comes here, an old one would die.

After that unfortunate fellow was stuffed into the grindstone, the students quieted down because they were temporarily safe. When they looked at me again, their eyes were filled with sympathy, sympathy for the same reason. My fellow prisoner had been accepted by them.

After a few seconds, the student's screams turned into a lump of meat paste.

After the kid killed the student, he walked over to me, chuckling.

The world isn't big, I have nowhere to run to. I took out the corpse tooth and put it in my mouth.

The kid sneered when he saw me. "Don't waste your time, man. We're not real ghosts. We're just people in paintings. You won't scare me with this. "

The Corpse Teeth were useless, because the kid was already at my side. I hurriedly took out the dagger and stabbed at the little ghost.

The kid seemed to have forgotten to dodge. Puff! The dagger stabbed into his body.

I was overjoyed. This guy was simply too weak to withstand a single blow.

But after a second, I knew why the kid wasn't dodging. I pulled the dagger out of his body. He didn't bleed, and the wound healed in an instant.

I stabbed him in the heart again, but it was no use.

I wanted to hit him a third time, but the kid didn't give me a chance and grabbed me. He kicked me to the ground and stuffed me under the knife. "You can grow back even if you chop your head off," he muttered.

I was still struggling, but when I heard this, I was immediately discouraged. Yes, in this strange world, what else could I do?

The guillotine fell, the blade was cold, and for a split-second I almost peed my pants. Then my neck went cold, and I felt a little pain, but it soon subsided. I felt dizzy, because my head was rolling on the floor. The world around me began to blur. I was going to die.

I shivered, opened my eyes again, and found my head growing back, and I was still under the guillotine, and the death had seemed like a dream.

The little ghost by the side chuckled and brought down the guillotine …

So death was nothing special after all. After getting used to losing my head, I even felt a little lucky that the punishment I received was much less severe than the punishment I received from the cooking pots. If I ignored the pain in my head, I would be lying on the floor resting.

Suddenly, a soul hurriedly entered this world. The students of Wuzhong started cursing again.

I was stunned for a moment. Realizing that this newcomer might have snatched my guillotine and sent it to Mo Zi, I cursed out loud.

But when I saw who he was, I stopped. He is the Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao strode towards me and said, "Eldest Nephew, you're scolding even me? This is considered disloyal. "

As he spoke to me, he knocked over the kid next to him. Looking at the nimble movements of the Mr. Zhao, I thought to myself: There is still a big gap between us.

Mr. Zhao kicked the little demon, but did not kill him. Instead, he bit his own forefinger and drew a circle on the little demon's head.

I asked, puzzled, "What?" Are you going to draw a door on the kid again? "

The Mr. Zhao said, "Pretty much. "This is a painting. Everything in it is actually a painting. Remember this, we have a way out."

Then, Mr. Zhao reached out and tore off the little demon's face. He handed me the face and said, "Tape it."

I looked at Mr. Zhao in a daze. "What?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "We have to act like brats, or else it would be bad if we were discovered by the elders. He may be looking for us outside the painting. "

I pressed my face to mine. There was no mirror here, but I could guess that I had become a little kid.

Mr. Zhao thought for a while and drew some features on the little kid's blank face. His drawing was a bit clumsy, but it still looked like that.

If the kid was a painting, then he now had a body as delicate as a photograph, and a face as simple as a sketch.

Mr. Zhao acted the same way and kicked the other little brat down. He also tore off his face and pasted it on his own head.

Coincidentally, this little brat was in charge of lighting the fire, and the one who was walking up and down the red-hot metal board was none other than Ma Ke. So we saved him.

After Ma Ke was saved, he was deeply grateful to the Mr. Zhao, which was why he accepted it.

Seeing how arrogant Mr. Zhao was, not only did he steal their faces, but he also laughed and chatted as if there was no one around, a few of the little ghosts were immediately enraged and rushed over.

Mr. Zhao picked one up and stuffed it into the grindstone grindstone wheel. Then, the little ghost disappeared.

This time, all of the little ghosts were completely subdued. They were all cowering in fear, and none of them dared to come up.

Ma Ke bowed and said: "Uncle Zhao, what do we do now?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "The real body of the old guy outside is actually hidden inside the painting. The one outside is just a projection of him. "

I asked in astonishment, "Is the projection that powerful?"

"That's why we have to be careful when we're drawing. If you don't understand, don't move about too much."

Seeing that I was a little nervous, he smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter. There must be a problem with him hiding inside the painting. We'll just have to find his weakness."

Saying that, Mr. Zhao pointed to the man holding the bowl not far away: "He's over there. Let's go. "