Purgatory Artist

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Outside York City.

Forest.

Liu Ping drilled out of a hole in an ancient tree.

The demon lord followed behind him.

Liu Ping looked in the direction of York City and said:

"If you didn't meet me, what would you do when you arrived in York City?"

"...Just take a look, if there are no too special circumstances, just go back." The devil lord said.

"Aren't you an inspector?" Liu Ping said.

"Apprentice." The Demon Lord said.

"Why don't you use the watch for finding prisoners?" Liu Ping asked.

The devil lord looked at him and said with a complicated expression: "What if something goes wrong? In fact, if I only entered the prison room just now, I should have died there."

After listening to Liu Ping, he fell into deep thought.

There is no fluctuation in the soul of the other party, and it is obvious that he is telling the truth.

In the history of the Kingdom of Ceylon, York City was destroyed on December 10, 37.

The demon lord must have appeared at that time, but it probably didn't use a watch, and it didn't enter the prison room.

And this time, he activated the watch.

This is completely different from history!

"Go." Liu Ping said.

"Huh?" The Devil Lord was a little unclear.

"Report the things here to your boss. Your target is prisoners. I am very happy that you can find your target." Liu Ping said.

"But my soul--" the demon lord said.

"It belongs to me." Liu Ping said.

"Can't you just let me go? I'm just a little Thirty-five level devil. Why do you bother a little character like me." The Devil Lord pleaded.

Liu Ping did not speak.

In the void, a box of cards gradually appeared, and a number appeared in his upper left corner:

"3."

Level 3.

The devil lord murmured in sweat, "This is impossible."

What kind of sin did he commit to be taken as a slave by a knight of rank 3?

Liu Ping patted it on the shoulder, and comforted: "Fortunately, you got your life back, didn't you?"

The devil lord said nothing.

"Go, report the situation, and then do what you should have done, we will have a period later." Liu Ping said.

"You let me go?" The Demon Lord asked in surprise.

"Of course, but you can only talk about your own discovery, don't mention me-you can still handle such a small matter, can't you?" Liu Ping said.

"...Okay." The Demon Lord said.

It turned into an electric light, quickly flew into the sky, and disappeared from Liu Ping's sight.

Liu Ping jumped up to the tree and looked at York City again.

This city.

Has been destroyed.

The evil **** hiding in the dark did not give himself a chance to change history.

——But after the historical event of the destruction of York City, he let go of the devil and let it report the prisoners’ intelligence.

The Supervisory Committee is said to be an organization dealing with prisoners.

In that prison room, I saw countless insects, and these insects were exactly the same as Qian Zhouwu before——

They belong to that evil god.

So, let the Supervisory Society deal with Cthulhu.

In history, there has been an event that did not happen before. What will be the result?

This is my own temptation and counterattack.

After all, from now on, no one knows what will happen next.

Liu Ping jumped from the tree and walked towards the depths of the dense forest.

The Supervisory Committee is about to intervene in this incident, and of course it is impossible to return to York City.

Then...

leave here.

Go to other cities in the Kingdom of Ceylon.

Anyway, I have the sacrament art, starving to death, and he is also a healing profession. No matter which city he is in, it is always possible to find a job.

...

one day later.

By the road outside the forest.

Yana finished her last sacrament, put down the tableware, and smiled: "Thank you for the hospitality."

"Have you eaten?" Liu Ping asked.

"Well, the strength is constantly being restored, and there is no curse on him, this feeling is really good." Yana said.

Liu Ping snapped his fingers, and the dining table disappeared.

"Go back to sleep, and come out again when you recover completely." Liu Ping said.

"Okay." Yana replied, turned into a card, and flew into his hand again.

Liuping put away the cards and set off again.

He walked forward along the road, and it didn't take long before he heard waves of people coming.

I saw a group of people on the road pitching a tent, eating and resting.

Liuping suddenly became happy.

I finally ran into someone, and now I can inquire about the direction of the nearest city.

He walked over and said politely: "Excuse me, please--"

A guard shouted: "Go away, go away, little beggar!"

He is about to pull out the long sword in his hand.

Liu Ping was taken aback, couldn't help taking a few steps back and looking at himself.

——After the First World War in York, I entered the prison room and walked all the way through the long tunnel in the forest for a day. My clothes had already become tattered, and there was still a dust and burnt. smell.

No wonder the other party thinks he is a little beggar.

Liu Ping smiled and said, "This big brother, I just want to ask how I can get to the nearest city."

The guard glanced at him and said contemptuously: "Go on the left side of the road and keep walking, and you can go to a new place to beg."

Behind him, the people who were sitting together for dinner looked over here.

"Thank you." Liu Ping nodded at the other party, turned and left.

After he left.

Those people suddenly burst into laughter.

"Old Stone is really bad."

"Who says no, if the little beggar keeps walking along the left road--"

"Haha, he is dead!"

The guard named Stone showed a smile on his face and said, "Everyone, I just relieve the burden of major charities."

the other side.

Liu Ping walked for a while, but found that the road ahead was getting more and more remote.

The road originally paved with slabs has become a muddy path.

Occasionally, spider webs straddle the branches on both sides of the path, blocking the front of the road.

"No, if it's a road where people often walk, how can there be so many spider webs?"

Liu Ping recalled the expression of the person who had spoken before, and after a little thought, he understood the reason.

He sighed, feeling a little boring.

"Forget it, go back to the main road and ask others later."

After making up his mind, Liu Ping was about to turn around and return. Suddenly, a gurgling sound of water came from the depths of the forest in front of him.

Stream?

Liuping stopped.

I still have a few sets of knight uniforms to wash, so I might as well take a bath in the stream in front of me and then put on clean clothes.

In this case, if you ask about the way, others should not dare to deceive yourself easily.

The idea has been decided.

Liu Ping pushed aside the branches on both sides of the trail and walked forward in a stride.

soon.

The front suddenly opened up.

A small stream meandered and formed a deep pool not far away.

--bath!

Liuping took off his shirt as he walked.

The clothes had been smoked in the billowing black smoke of York City. It had become so dark that it was really uncomfortable to wear.

He came to the water pool and was about to take off his pants when he suddenly heard a faint singing.

Someone!

And it's a woman!

Liu Ping hurriedly picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on his body, and looked around.

cliff.

Chaotic tree.

Rocky beach.

Streams.

There is no one everywhere.

Where does this singing come from?

Liu Ping's gaze gradually fell on the puddle.

I saw bubbles floating up from the depths of the pool one by one, and then, a woman in an emerald green robe floated up.

There were branches on both ends of her head, which were full of flowers, her eyes were light green, and she looked at Liu Ping curiously.

A line of small print floats on her head.

"The Banshee in the Forest."

"A person with this name guards the secrets of the world and possesses a certain degree of causality."

Liu Ping's heart jumped.

I encountered such an incredible existence here!

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

"I-hello, I am Liu Ping, passing by here." Liu Ping said.

"What are you doing?" the woman asked again.

"Take a bath... But since you have already occupied this place, I'll change the place." Liu Ping said.

He was about to turn around and leave, but the woman asked, "Did you hear the singing just now?"

"Ah, I heard it, did you sing it?" Liu Ping asked rhetorically.

"Yes." The woman said.

"Very good!" Liu Ping praised.

"Are you true?" the woman asked hurriedly.

"After all, I am also a professional in musical instruments. You have to believe my evaluation. In fact, my standards are very strict, and I generally never boast." Liu Ping said with a smile.

The woman laughed, her expression soft as a spring breeze, and she whispered softly: "Those who hear my singing are only afraid. No one has praised me sincerely for a long time."

"Why are they afraid of you?" Liu Ping asked.

"Because you hear my singing, you must answer my question. If you can't answer, the soul will turn into the nourishment of the forest." The woman said.

"What's the problem?" Liu Ping asked with interest.

The woman was startled slightly, and she looked at him and said, "Forget it, let's go. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't ask you any more."

"Ah, it's okay, if it's fighting or something, after all, I'm only fourteen years old, I haven't matured yet, and my combat effectiveness is limited. Of course I don't dare to make mistakes-but if it's a problem, I'm interested." Liu Ping road.

"Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to answer?" The woman smiled.

"If I can't answer, can I find the answer?" Liu Ping asked.

The woman was startled again, and couldn't help asking: "Why are you looking for the answer?"

"A good question is very rare. It will give us a lot of knowledge and secrets. I like this question and its answer." Liu Ping said.

The woman swam in the pool for a week, and suddenly sighed: "You are still very young...you have this kind of heart again. Forget it, let's go..."

Liu Ping said: "I feel your kindness, so let me do it, you give me a standard, and when I reach that standard, you can tell me the problem."

The woman said: "It's okay. When you figure out what the world is made of, you can come back to me and I will ask questions."

"If you answer the wrong answer, you will die?"

"Yes."

"Are you right?"

"When you get the answer right, you will know the answer."

"Okay~www.readwn.com~ I actually know what the world is made of."

"what?"

"sequence."

"Be specific."

"Okay, I guess it's a set of cards."

boom--

The water in the pool is like a waterfall flowing backwards, completely soaring into the sky.

The woman floated in front of Liu Pingyang, exuding strange waves, and asked: "My question is, how can this world be brought back to life after it dies?"

Liu Ping was silent for a moment and praised: "What a good question... I didn't expect to hear this question here."

"Have you heard this question?"

"Yes, it is the last question in the trio of the death of the world."