Chapter 927

She looked at the surrounding scenes. They were originally in the house, but they were on a vacant land at the middle of the mountain. There was no trace of the house on the ground.

She was slightly surprised. The house looks like a fake. How can it disappear with the death of the middle-aged man? Unable to understand the reason, she put the matter aside for the time being and went to check it to make sure that the middle-aged man was dead. Then she searched him and put away all the useful things.

"Master Tang..."

Qimufeng fell down on the ground. Although everything around him disappeared, his wound did not disappear. He was hurt by the tiger in the painting before. In addition, he was always worried. At this moment, as soon as he relaxed, he felt that he had no strength to stand up.

Downing stepped forward, explored the pulse of his hand, took out a pill and put it into his mouth. He said, "don't worry, you can't die. Take out those scrolls and I'll have a look."

I don't know what medicine he put into his stomach. I only know that after the medicine goes into the abdomen, there is a spirit breath in his body to quickly repair the injury in his body, which eases the original pain a little bit.

After he said thanks, he quickly took out those paintings that he had put away, stacked dozens of them in front of him, and said, "they are all here."

Tang Ning opened all the paintings and saw that the middle-aged man was dead, but the patterns on the paintings did not disappear. Because the sky fire could untie the patterns, she directly burned them with fire. After missing the patterns, the figures on the paintings moved and fell out at the next moment.

"Thank you for your help. Thank you very much."

"Thank you for your help. If it's not for your help, I'm afraid we'll be trapped in the painting all our lives."

"Thank you very much. Thank you..."

Those who fell out of the painting, male or female, old or young, stood up and saluted Tang Ning gratefully. They had seen the scene of the little monk fighting with the painter in the painting before, but they were taken away and could not see it. Now they can see the light again. Naturally, they know that it is the little monk who saved them.

Among those rescued, besides the disciples of Tang Ning, there were others who had not been seen before. Perhaps they had been trapped in the painting for too long. Their spiritual breath seemed to have been drained away, and their faces were haggard, and they all seemed to be injured.

But Jiang Fan may have been trapped for a short time and looked much better than others. However, although Jiang Fan got out of the picture, one hand was always shaking involuntarily.

They recognized downing and qimufeng, but they didn't expect that it would be the child who looked less than five years old who saved them.

"I didn't expect to meet two more people here. Thank you for your help." Jiang Fan arched his hands to thank him. Although he tried to suppress his hands, his tendons seemed to be shaking uncontrollably.

Downing took a look at his hand, saw that it was shaking all the time, and asked, "what's wrong with your hand?"

Jiang Fan dropped his hand to his side and said with a wry smile: "when I fought with that painter, I was hurt by his brush." He was a monk, and his muscles and veins were injured. I was afraid that he would not be able to hold the sword to fight again. Thinking of this, he could not help but feel a pang of pain.