Quick Travel: Crazy criticism of the host and his love for him

It was several days before I left the hospital.

After Ning Xiangchi's bold exploration and careful verification, he discovered that he was actually a silent and melancholy young man.

Why it is said to be silent and melancholy can be seen from the grotesque and ferocious paintings in the studio.

Every scroll of the original body seems to contain a devil from hell. Just one look at it can send chills down one's spine and numb scalp.

After understanding his monotonous life, Ning Xiangchi slowed down and sat in front of the drawing board.

When he picked up the charcoal, he thought of the flickering lights in the hospital due to lack of current; the strangely smiling 'self' in the bathroom mirror, the 'self' who wanted to drag himself into the mirror; the red-dressed man walking upside down. woman……

Perhaps there is muscle memory from the original painting, and the paintings born from Ning Xiangchi also inherit the characteristics of the original owner.

He drew several pictures in a row before stopping the pen in his hand.

The curtains are automatic when there is no wind, but the sunlight from outside cannot shine in.

It should be because the Ning family's old house was specially built. Although the curtains moved automatically without wind, Ning Xiangchi didn't see anything strange.

After watching quietly for a moment, he looked away and looked at the drawing board again.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Ning Xiangchi was stunned when he looked at it.

Unlike the darkness of other paintings, the painting on the drawing board is clean and monotonous.

It was just a few strokes, but it perfectly restored the thoughts in his heart.

The painting on the paper caught his eye tightly, and Ning Xiangchi couldn't help but reach out and touch the person on the paper.

It feels like warm jade, warm, smooth and delicate...

Before Ning Xiangchi realized something was wrong, the person on the drawing reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Ning Xiangchi was stunned and looked at his wrist.

That hand is very beautiful, very much like that person's hand.

In the peripheral vision, the person on the drawing paper kept changing, and finally left the drawing board and stood in front of Ning Xiangchi.

He was very tall, and his lowered eyes were calm and calm.

Ning Xiangchi didn't speak, just looked at him steadily.

At this moment, the air was too quiet, and even those ferocious scrolls calmed down, silently stopping at them.

After two lifetimes, they seemed to have completed a closed loop at this moment.

"Young Master."

Suddenly, the butler's voice sounded along with the knock on the door, breaking the supposed peace.

Ning Xiangchi woke up suddenly and looked in the direction of the sound.

After a quick glance, he quickly looked away.

However, except for those dark paintings, the studio was empty, only him.

Ning Xiangchi panicked, and he subconsciously searched the studio, but found nothing.

"Young Master, it's time for dinner."

Outside the door, Butler Lin's voice was still ringing.

Ning Xiangchi's eyes fell on the drawing board. The person on the drawing paper had already disappeared.

"Young Master..."

"I see."

Ning Xiang looked at the blank drawing paper reluctantly before opening the door to the studio.

Yan Yu waited until Ning Xiangchi left before walking out of a corner of the studio.

"Looking at Ning Xiangchi's appearance, he has memories."

The system rolled his eyes, a little grumpy.

【Do you want to accept the memory or not. 】

[Bringing Ning Xiangchi here wastes a lot of energy, enough for you to do both worlds. 】

The system cursed.

Yan Yu didn't feel anything, and said calmly: "You all know that it was me who did it, so why are you arguing."

The system choked and stopped talking, and directly stuffed the memory roughly into Yan Yu's brain.

[Ding dong! Attention host, the memory of the original owner is being transferred——]

Original owner’s name: Yu Yanyu

Sex: Male

Age: 29 (before death)

Height: 190cm

Identity: National Preceptor of Dongchu State

Ending: Death from backlash

Reason: The Imperial Master of Dong Chu had a transcendent status, second only to Emperor Chu Wen.

The imperial master spied on the secrets of heaven and warned Dong Chu of a catastrophe. He died of the backlash and was buried in Longwu Mountain by Emperor Chu Wen.

More than two hundred years later, Taoist Xiao Wen left the mountain to learn art and traveled down the mountain.

Passing by Hexi, he noticed something evil was causing trouble, so he set up an altar and pulled out the imperial master to offer sacrifices to heaven.

After reading the memory, Yan Yu was a little speechless, and it was a pure and innocent disaster.

The dignified national master of the country originally died a good death, but for no reason Xiao Wen was pulled out of Longwu Mountain to offer sacrifices to heaven.

Who can bear this?

[Actually, that’s not the case. The reason why Xiao Wen got involved with Yu Yan was because of a group of tomb robbers. 】

[The tomb robbers dug a hole in Longwu Mountain and entered the tomb by mistake, and then took out a lot of things from the ancient tomb. In addition to some old objects, there is also a stringless guqin. 】

[They woke up the master of the guqin, Qin Nu, who caused quite a stir outside. The male protagonist Xiao Wen naturally found Longwu Mountain through the guqin girl...]

"Qinnu has woken up. I believe Xiao Wen will come to Hexi soon."

[Since it’s a tour, it won’t be that fast. But maybe. 】

Yan Eucalyptus walked slowly in the studio. The painting that was originally full of teeth and claws became quiet, and some people and animals were harmless.

"I don't know which master set up the formation. There are so many things, but none of them dare to show up."

"You said I would release them all. Xiao asked if I could deal with them."

Saying that, Yan Yu knelt down and picked up the drawing paper he stepped on.

The little boy on the drawing paper is holding bloody flesh and blood, which may have been hurt by Yan Yu's step. The flesh and blood in his hands is spread all over the paper, and he is shivering in the corner of the drawing paper.

"How did your head break? Was it crushed by a truck?"

The little boy raised his neck, and his empty neck didn't know how he spoke, so he only heard what he said.

"I was coming home from school that day, and the motorcycle suddenly rushed out from behind. I couldn't avoid it and was knocked under the truck..."

"Brother, can you let me out? I want to see my grandma... She is old and I died again, how sad she must be..."

"I can help you deal with that Xiao Wen, as long as you let me see grandma again."

Obviously, he also heard Yan Eucalyptus's murmur.

"Why are you stuck here?"

"I don't know, I woke up and was stuck here."

Yan Yu didn't speak, but looked in the direction of the door.

It was obvious that the sound of rapid footsteps was coming.

The next moment, the door clicked open, and the drawing paper swirled and fell to the ground.

Ning glanced at Chi but didn't care. After quickly scanning around the studio, he quickly sat down in front of the drawing board.

He picked up his pen, and the man in a white coat in the background of the laboratory swiped it away.

Looking at the person on the drawing paper, Ning Xiangchi's breathing quickened slightly.

He held the pen anxiously and carefully paid attention to his surroundings.

After struggling several times, he slowly stretched out his hand.

The surface of the paper is very smooth, but it doesn't feel like warm jade.

Ning Xiangchi was a little confused. After thinking for a moment, he changed the paper and drew another picture.

On paper, nothing special happened.

Ning Xiangchi looked around and found nothing, so he continued to draw several pictures without giving up, but there was still no change.

"Did I draw it wrong?" he murmured to himself.

At this moment, a cold wind blew out of thin air in the studio, lowering the already low temperature in the studio.

A voice without any emotion sounded behind him.

"Are you looking for me?"