what the hell is

Big Brother Peng slowly rolled up the black flag. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. He just felt that the dark wind suddenly rose in the hall, and there were bursts of shrill screams that seemed to be there. open ink.

Brother Peng used the banner as a brush, and started to paint on the paper with the blood in the human bone bowl.

Li Damin said: "Do you know what that is?"

"Isn't it a banner?"

"It's a banner. This banner is also made of human bones. This is a tool for raising ghosts made of human bones! There must be a lot of ghosts in his banner."

Brother Peng has a focused expression and draws very carefully.The fire in the candlestick flickered, as if blown by the wind.The top of the main hall was covered with thick black mist clouds, which made people breathless.

Just as I was about to say something, Li Damin gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Don't make noise!"

I muttered to myself, what the hell are you pretending to be.

Brother Peng suddenly stopped writing, raised his head and looked in our direction.

Brother Peng looked straight at me, and I hid in the shadows and dared not move.He stared at it for a while, then buried his head to draw again.I secretly let out a long breath, his eyes were too sharp, even gloomy.

Intuitively, Big Brother Peng should be the same as last time, he couldn't see me.

After drawing for a while, he stopped to blow the blood ink on the painting.From the looks of it, the first painting should be finished, and with a flick of his hand, the painting gently fell to the side.The darkness of the whole hall is like substance, it seems to condense into pieces, covering the painting like a black cloud.

At this time, there was no sound in the hall, and suddenly, for no reason, there was a scream in the silence.Although the voice didn't sound strong, it was extremely miserable. The person who screamed must have encountered the greatest pain in the world. He wanted to scream but suppressed himself. That kind of grief was heart-wrenching, like silent hysteria.I felt chills all over my body, trembling involuntarily, and could barely move.

At first I thought it was Brother Peng calling, but when I listened carefully to the source of the sound, it turned out to be from the first painting he drew.

Brother Peng listened carefully, with a smile on his face.

According to the previous experience, he should have painted a picture of suffering in hell, and the tragic voice now also confirmed this conjecture.He not only paints, but also seems to have the ability to turn the hell in the painting into an illusory and realistic pseudo-reality.

Now, he is working on the second painting, which seems to be much more difficult.He was thinking while drawing, and his writing was a bit stagnant and sloppy. What's more, he stopped after a few strokes and looked up in our direction.

This kind of feeling is a bit like sketching from life, where painters copy real things.

But what can we have here?The empty hall, the dilapidated shrine, us that brother Peng couldn't see...he has nothing to copy.

I thought I was wrong in my judgment, but Brother Peng's next move made me more suspicious.He simply sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up the rice paper and hung it in the air.Holding the paper in one hand and the banner in the other, he came to paint for us.

Li Damin muttered: "Weird, is he painting us?"

I took out the lighter from my pocket, and Li Damin became anxious when he saw it: "Hey, what are you doing?"

With a "bang", I lit the lighter, and a flame ignited.It was supposed to be like this, brother Peng should have seen us, but he didn't respond, he was still drawing something.

Li Damin gasped: "Is there something behind us?"

I turned my head to look, and behind me was the pitch-black second deep hall, which was empty, nothing at all.I made a decision, stood up slowly, and walked towards Big Brother Peng.Li Damin's anxious face turned even paler, his head on the ground opened his mouth and whispered: "Old Liu, don't be stupid, come back quickly."

I ignored him, held my breath, and walked towards Big Brother Peng step by step with light hands and feet.

The distance between us is not far, but I walked for 10 minutes. The whole process was extremely depressing. I was so nervous that my back was soaked in sweat, and I came to Brother Peng.He really couldn't see me, his eyes went straight through me, looking behind me.This feeling is very weird, as if I am transparent.

I slowly crouched in front of him, held out the lighter, and dangled it in front of him.The flames reflected his face red, but he didn't react at all, he was still concentrating, and all his attention fell on the painting on the paper.

It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive, and Brother Peng perfectly interprets this point.He watched his nose with his eyes, his mouth with his nose, and his heart with his mouth. He devoted himself to the nib of the pen, his face was gentle and calm, like an ancient Buddha carved on a distant mountain and deep cliff.

What the hell is he drawing?I am very curious.

At this time, I was facing the back of the rice paper, under the transparent light of the fire, what I saw was a completely opposite picture reflected in a mirror.Even so, when I saw the contents of the painting, I was shocked and angry, so shocked that I sat down on the ground.

In a fit of rage, I completely lost my mind, lit a lighter and moved it to the bottom corner of the rice paper to burn it.

Li Damin's head in the back yelled "Aiya!" He didn't expect me to be so reckless.

I can't blame me for this, because I saw a very special person in Brother Peng's painting.

That person is none other than me, Liu Yang!

There is no other scene in the painting, only a dark cauldron.This cauldron is shaped like an ancient tripod, with three legs below it, which is as thick as an adult's waist by visual inspection. The pot is full of boiling water, and the bottom is full of firewood.

A group of shaggy-haired, stooped little ghosts, like living skeletons, jumped up and down to add firewood to the bottom of the pot.In a big pot, hundreds of people can float and sink in it.Some have their heads exposed, while others can only see their arms and legs.The screams of these people were very painful.I saw myself lying in the middle of the pot, only the head was intact, the whole body had been boiled down to a bloody skeleton.

That I looked ignorant, as if numb to death, let the boiling water boil my body, and didn't even have any expression.

Such an evil, shit painting, what else will I keep if I don't burn it!

The flames ignited along the edge of the rice paper, and jumped up and down.Brother Peng didn't realize it at first, but when the accident happened suddenly, he was stunned, and subconsciously threw the painting on the ground, stomping on the fire.

The rice paper slowly burned to black ashes on the ground, and when a gust of wind blew, it dissipated immediately and flew into the darkness.Brother Peng stood up holding the candlestick, with a horrified expression on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

Following the movement, the flame of the candlestick in his hand flickered, and the shadow stretched extremely long on the wall, very scary.

I also stood up, put out the lighter, and was very close to him.We stood facing each other and he couldn't see me at all.He took photos to the left, and I followed to the left.He took a photo to the right, and I followed to the right.The hall was so silent that even a needle could be heard, Li Damin held his breath and forgot to blink his eyes.

For some reason, I suddenly called out in a low voice: "Peng Liang!"

Brother Peng trembled, and looked around in fear, his body shaking non-stop.

I called out again: "Peng Liang!"

Brother Peng took two steps back, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "Ma Danlong, is that you?"

What he said stunned me, and I was so nervous that my palms sweated.I took a deep breath and said, "I'm Ma Danlong, what are you doing?"

Brother Peng seemed unable to hear me, so he held up a candlestick and said to the air: "Ma Danlong, we don't mess with the river, if it's you, don't spoil my business."

I didn't know what to say, so I could only follow along: "Peng Liang..."

Before the words were finished, Brother Peng let out a strange cry, knocked over the candlestick in his hand, and the flames splashed everywhere. The rice paper caught fire and quickly burned into a sea of ​​flames.

Brother Peng ran towards the apse like a black shadow, and plunged into the darkness in an instant.I knew it without looking. He passed through the foot door and went back down the well.

Last time was the same as now, I called his name three times, and when I finished calling the third time, he burned his ass like fire, and ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye.

I hesitated for a moment, whether to chase after the past.Suddenly, I had a severe headache, and the sea of ​​flames in front of my eyes became an illusion.I vaguely heard Li Damin seem to be telling me not to tell anyone about his practice.Before I had time to agree, I just felt that there seemed to be an "I" in my body, struggling to get out of my body, dizzy as if I was going to fly.Reluctantly walked a few steps, kneeled on the ground, and hugged Li Damin's head in his last consciousness...

When I opened my eyes, I first saw myself in the mirror, and then I looked up to see Tongsuo and Li Yang with their mouths wide open.They were not looking at me, but at Li Damin on the opposite side.

Li Damin lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth, trembling all over, as if he had a shofar wind.

I wanted to stand up, but I felt dizzy. Ma Danlong held me up and said, "Don't move! You just returned to your body, and you are very weak. Take a good rest."

Li Yang hugged Li Damin and said anxiously: "Master Ma, how is my brother?"

Ma Danlong walked over and stroked his top with his hands, with a solemn expression: "The soul is not complete, although he survived by luck, he is still a useless person."

"Ah? What should we do?" Li Yang asked anxiously.

Ma Danlong shook his head: "It's God's will, admit it, it's good to save a life." He took out a yellow talisman from his bosom, stuck it on Li Damin's head, and said in a low voice, "Five thunders condense the soul."

It was amazing to say that Li Damin opened his eyes immediately, and the white foam stopped vomiting, and he lay limply in Li Yang's arms.

"Damin!" Li Yang cried excitedly.

Li Damin looked at him, then at me, for some reason, I thought his eyes were very dark.

Tongsuo walked over and patted Li Damin on the head and said: "You are so fucking awesome. I heard that you went to a mortal to cultivate immortality? How is it? Have you become an indestructible diamond?"

He rubbed Li Damin's hair vigorously, but Li Damin couldn't move his body, and stared blankly without chanting.Li Yang first realized that something was wrong, he lifted Li Damin's arm, limply stopped in the air, and when he let go, his arm fell to the ground again.

Tongsuo didn't mess around anymore, and his face was sour: "Li Damin, you, you..."

Li Damin's voice was trembling, and his tone was filled with endless sorrow: "Ma, Master Ma, why am I completely unconscious?"

Ma Danlong bit his lip, hesitated, and said: "Your soul is incomplete, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it will be like this in the future?"

"What?" Li Damin's face turned pale: "Master, help me! I don't want to be a paralyzed person! Help me, woo~"

Li Yang also said anxiously: "Master Ma, please save my younger brother, he is not yet 30 years old! He will become useless in the future, what should we do? Their family still expects him to inherit the incense."

Ma Danlong was also helpless, thought for a while and said: "Li Damin, tell me what happened in the painting, maybe you can come up with a solution."

Li Damin said in a trembling voice: "I... I entered the painting and was imprisoned by a very beautiful woman. I... I don't know anything, I don't know anything, I can't seem to wake up all day..."

I hugged my shoulders in the dark, and looked at Li Damin coldly, this kid is really fucking like him!I don't know what to do.I remember that before coming out of the painting, Li Damin asked me not to tell about his cultivation.I really don't understand why he would do this.At least you can talk to Ma Danlong, he is an expert, maybe he can think of some way, it's better than lying on the kang for a lifetime.

Li Damin's eyes fell on me, and he used his eyes to remind me from time to time not to forget his promise.