Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky bus

Chapter 63 Dye for Oil Painting

In the world in the oil painting, there are many trails that intersect with each other, forming a fork in the road, and each trail is winding and winding, connecting strange places everywhere.

It was an oil painting.

At the end of each path is a scene in an oil painting, and some of the original paintings are portraits of people, just like the dead souls following Li Hui.

Although they are here, the portrait of them still exists.

Perhaps to the outside world, the "person" in the portrait has disappeared, but the background things in the painting are still clear.

Besides.

In some oil paintings there are real ghosts, and in some oil paintings, the scenes are weird places everywhere, which are even more weird, not just a ghost or a dead soul.

Just like the path that Li Hui and the others are currently on.

At the end of this road is a somewhat sparse forest, the trees are not real at all, weird and distorted, just like a painting, the environment is also very dim, but not so that people can't see clearly.

In the middle of the sparse forest, the soil was slightly raised, like a collapsed graveyard. The strangest thing was that Li Hui could clearly see a stiff, dead man's hand protruding from the soil.

As they approached, the scene in the woods became clearer.

The five fingers on the stiff palm sticking out of the soil were slightly bent, grabbing towards the sky. The scene was like a person who was buried alive and was unwilling to die like that, and wanted to struggle to crawl out of the ground, giving people a kind of eerie feeling.

"Be careful about the movement of that palm. It is the source of the supernatural in this woods. It is highly terrifying. Most importantly, its law of killing is easily triggered,"

Seeing that Li Hui's attention was focused on the stiff palm exposed from the dirt, Yang Xiao on the side reminded him.

"As long as its law of killing is triggered, the ghost will pull people alive into the soil and bury them. Look at the twisted trees around them, they are transformed by dead souls like us."

"Because we don't die in the world in the painting, they have been fighting against the ghosts, and finally formed this twisted tree. There is no way to break free, and there is no way to die."

"There are only two final results waiting for them. Either the outsiders will forget them, and then they will dissipate as dead souls, or they will be freed from it after someone disposes of this ghost."

Speaking of this, Yang Xiao paused for a moment, then changed the tone of the conversation, and began to describe the rules of killing ghosts.

"You can't face the palm directly. As long as someone faces the palm, they will be attacked by ghosts, and the direction the palm is facing may change at any time."

As soon as these words came out, except for Li Hui and Yang Xiao, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly.

Although they have lived in the world in the painting for a long time, it is impossible to go around all the weird places, just like this forest, most of them don't know it.

And according to Yang Xiao's meaning, the ghosts under this forest will also attack them, but the law of killing is so simple.

Thinking that the twisted trees around them were transformed by their own kind, all the souls of the dead felt a chill in their hearts, and became vigilant, paying attention to the movement of that palm.

But that's about it.

Although the souls of the dead were a little afraid of the ghosts in the woods, they were not afraid.

If they were alone, they might still worry that they would not be able to resist the attack, but now that more than 30 people gathered together, what kind of ghost could not deal with it?
Li Hui thought the same way.

He didn't mean to deliberately deal with the ghosts in the woods, but if the ghosts buried in the soil were to stare at them, he would get rid of them without hesitation.

He led the crowd through the woods, his pace was neither too fast nor too slow, he didn't deliberately speed up his pace, but he didn't slow down either, and kept moving forward at a constant speed.

However, to Li Hui's surprise, the ghosts in the woods did not attack them.

Until the thirty or so of them all passed through the forest, the stiff palm that was exposed outside did not move, and kept the palm facing up.

But this is also good, no one will be targeted by the ghosts, and it will save a lot of effort.

Li Hui thought to himself.

After passing through the woods, what caught his eyes was still a small road. There was a fork in front of this road. One trail led to the left, and the other led to the right.

The view on the road on the left is strange.

There are large vats placed on the ground of that path, and each large vat is filled with dyes of different colors, some are black, some are red, and there are also dyes of green, yellow... and other colors, which look very strange.

But the scenery on the road on the right is much more normal. It is a small garden, and the flowers in the garden are in full bloom, but it looks a little illusory and unreal, just like a painting.

There was a figure standing in the middle of the garden. Although the figure was a little unclear, it could be judged that it should be a woman's image.

"It should be here. Those dyes are very useful as raw materials for making oil paintings. To a certain extent, they are more useful than these undead behind us..."

Li Hui first took a look at the scene in the small garden on the right, and then focused on the forked road on the left.

Those dyes were the purpose of his trip.

As one of the raw materials for making oil paintings, those dyes fit well with Li Hui's ghost painting ability.

without any exaggeration.

Mastering those dyes is equivalent to mastering a large number of dead souls, and even more than that, you must know that Yang Xiao and others around him were painted by those dyes.

Li Hui, who has read the original book, knows it well.

Whenever a courier successfully delivers a letter from the ghost post office, it will be brought here by Luo Wensong, and then his figure will be left in the dye, and finally drawn into portraits by other means...

Tatata!
As Li Hui and the others continued to move forward, they soon reached the end of the fork.

As observed before, here is a slightly spacious open space, with water tanks placed on the ground, but what is filled inside is not water, but various dyes.

It's just that the colors of these dyes are very strange.

The dye in the red dyeing vat is very viscous, like fresh blood, but the black dyeing vat exudes a strong smell of corpses. I don't know what is soaked in it. The green dyeing vat seems to have something moldy, and there is a strong musty smell.

In addition, the dyes in the other water tanks are also weird, and they are not colors that can be adjusted in reality, and there is a sense of weirdness everywhere.

Especially the viscous red like fresh blood is the most obvious. This color is extraordinarily coquettish, and there is no way for living people to make it. Only some kind of supernatural can form this bright scarlet.

"You be careful."

Li Hui said to the dead souls behind him: "Don't get close to these water vats, let alone reflect in them. The ghosts contained in these dye vats are irresistible to you. Once contaminated, they will melt themselves."

"real or fake?"

It is said that some people do not believe in evil.

A man with a sullen face came out of the crowd, then stepped forward directly, stretched out his palm towards the water tank containing the red dye.

see.

Li Hui didn't stop him, and just stood quietly watching from the sidelines.

Under everyone's gaze, the young man's palm touched the scarlet dye that was as coquettish as blood in the water tank.

However, at the next moment, an incredible scene happened.

The man's palm was melting rapidly, and in just the blink of an eye, his entire palm was completely melted, and there was no possibility of recovery.

Not only that.

This ablation continues.

After the man's palm disappeared, his arm also melted, and it was still spreading upwards. If this trend continues, the man's entire body may disappear completely soon.

puff!
However, the man's behavior is also very decisive.

There was a fierce look on his face, and he tore off his left hand from his shoulder abruptly, and then he staggered back quickly.

As for the arm he tore off, it was thrown into the dye vat, but it was melted without even a ripple.

"What are you kidding?"

"It turned out to be true. Those dyes pose a fatal threat to us, and they are simply the nemesis of us dead souls!"

Seeing this scene, the others subconsciously took a few steps back, away from the dye vats filled with various pigments.

Even Yang Xiao frowned at this moment, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he fell into deep thought while looking at the dye vats on the ground.

Compared with the reactions of the dead souls, Li Hui looked extremely calm, without any panic on his face, calmly looking at these dyeing vats on the ground, as if he was thinking about how to pack them all away.

"The best way is to put them into a painting that I make myself, and then take it away directly."

Li Hui thought.

But before that, he still had a question to be sure.

Thinking room.

Li Hui stepped forward and stood in front of the dye vat containing red dye.

At the same time, the surrounding environment changed, and dense paper ash appeared, continuously falling from the sky, just like a rain of gray paper ash.

"This is... Ghost Domain?"

In the crowd, someone wondered: "What is he going to do, is he going to use Huangquan to take away these dye vats?"

But no one responded to him.

Everyone was looking at Li Hui, wondering what he wanted to do. After all, this was the destination Li Hui had mentioned at the beginning.

When he was still at the post office, Li Hui directly said that he wanted to go to a strange place filled with various dyes, but none of the dead souls knew where it was, including Yang Xiao.

Later, Li Hui mentioned some other characteristics, such as the weird forest they passed through before, saying that the path filled with dye was behind the forest, and Yang Xiao happened to know that forest, so everyone started to act.

The others were fine, they didn't even know about the weird woods, and even if they knew about it, they didn't pass through the woods.

But Yang Xiao is different.

Not only did he know the forest, but he had also crossed it before, and he knew the scene behind the forest, so he felt very confused along the way.

Because Yang Xiao knows very well that although there is a fork in the back of the strange forest, leading to other strange places, there is no path filled with dye at all.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that just after passing through the woods, the place Li Hui said came into view, which made Yang Xiao wonder if there was a problem with his memory.

He remembered that this path used to have only the fork on the right, leading to the garden, where there were ghosts roaming, and the path they were on did not exist.

"It should be a change that happened later."

While thinking about it, Yang Xiao ruled out the possibility of memory problems, thinking that the environment of the world in the painting should have changed.

After all, the supernatural power of ghosts and dreams he controls is extremely protective of consciousness, and it is unlikely that someone will modify his memory silently.

"Just how did he know?"

"Obviously a newcomer in the supernatural circle, but I know a lot of things unexpectedly, not only about the outside world, but also about the world in the painting of the ghost post office..."

Yang Xiao looked at Li Hui's back, his eyes flickered, at this moment, he even suspected that Li Hui was not a person of this era, but a relic of the previous era.

It's just that Yang Xiao soon overturned the thought in his mind.

He also explored the events of the period of the Republic of China, but none of the top powerhouses could match Li Hui. As for the others, Yang Xiao didn't think they had the ability to make a plan to recover in this era.

"Could it be that he has the ability to predict?"

After ruling out that Li Hui is the result of the spiritual legacy of the previous era, the only thing that can be explained is the ability to predict.

"A remarkable young man. It seems that I was right to choose to cooperate with him. He does have the top potential in the supernatural circle."

Yang Xiao thought secretly.

At the same time, Li Hui, who was standing in front of the red dye vat, also started his own actions.

Surrounded by paper ashes, his body was surrounded by ashes, and the other end of the ghost domain extended toward the distance. He was prepared for an emergency, and then leaned out his body, trying to reflect his figure in the red dye.

The scarlet viscous dye made it difficult to tell whether it was blood or dye. The moment Li Hui's body approached, his figure was reflected in the dye vat.

Li Hui wanted to use the supernatural power of the dye to experiment with something, and the result of this experiment was very important to him.

next moment.

There were layers of ripples in the red dyeing vat, and then a figure slowly stood up from the dyeing vat, and the viscous dye that was as thick as blood made a 'crash' sound.

The man was covered in blood all over his body, and his appearance was exactly the same as Li Hui's, except that his whole body was red, which made him look very strange.

After the figure stood up from the dyeing vat, the surrounding scene changed again. A patch of red appeared in Li Hui's gray haunted area.

Slices of scarlet, like paper ashes, appeared and fell from the sky, but the number was far less than that of gray paper ashes, and it seemed more illusory and unreal.

(End of this chapter)