The villain and I have eight hundred minds combined

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the compound, she tiptoed into the compound quietly.

She had felt something strange from the beginning. There were several long tables in the courtyard, with scrolls of paintings spread on them. The wind and snow would not cover them, and the paintings seemed to be clearly visible. She moved closer and planned to take a closer look.

The yard was extremely quiet, with only the slight sound of her footsteps on the snow. It was a terrifying feeling. She wished she could release a few gatekeepers to fight with her.

She first saw several vivid landscape paintings in the scroll on the table. In the paintings, there were beautiful mountains and rivers, and birds flying fast. At the bottom, there was an inconspicuous little man. The little man looked like a scholar, and was walking slowly in the mountains with a bag full of scrolls on his back.

Although she didn't know much about painting, she could vaguely guess that the male protagonist in the painting made a living by painting. He used the largest area to depict the beautiful mountains and rivers of the human world, which simply reflected his love for the mountains and rivers of the human world and his ambition to serve the motherland.

She is definitely not the one who escaped the nine-year compulsory education!

She can see through the minds of these poets and painters at a glance. The spirit of the Chinese teacher in heaven... No, the Chinese teachers must be very pleased that she still remembers it!

Moreover, as far as she knew, the emperor of a certain dynasty particularly liked good paintings. If one could paint the entire beautiful landscape of this dynasty with ink, he could enter the court as an official and become a court painter, and his salary would not be small.

She continued reading. In the painting, the hero was on his way to Beijing to seek fame and fortune. He encountered robbers who robbed him of his food and water. He also fainted on the way and no one could save him. However, he still longed for the road ahead and wanted to enter the court and paint the country with ink.

The third painting was spliced ​​together with the previous one to form a large picture. It was a pretty girl who happened to meet the hero on the way to the mountain road. She found him lying on the road, dying. The girl hurriedly fed him some of the food and water she had on her body.

Mu Hanxing was stunned when he looked at the girl. Her appearance, features, and expression... why did she look so familiar?

This person is... Shi Yao! ?

She was about to continue looking at the paintings when a heavy snowstorm suddenly blew up in the villa, followed by a strong wind. She squinted her eyes and covered her eyes with her sleeves. Her body gradually felt that this ghost place was getting colder and colder. When she opened her eyes again, the whole Baijiazhuang seemed to have suddenly changed. It was even more gloomy than before!

Just now there were two candles lit in front of the lobby, but now they are out and a fierce wind is blowing, which is not a good sign. The wind and snow around suddenly stop, and the sky and the earth are dark and silent, as if she is the only one left in the world.

She quickly drew her sword and looked around cautiously.

At this moment, she heard the sound of water dripping nearby... The sound of water was so clear, as if it was ringing in her ears.

She took a deep breath and felt that the sound of dripping water seemed to be getting heavier and louder, dripping on her neck. As she thought of this, her neck felt cold and her scalp went numb instantly, and she quickly jumped away!

He subconsciously swung the sword backwards, but nothing happened. He turned around and saw that the painting on the table had "stood up" by itself. There was no beautiful landscape painting on it, but only a few large characters scribbled in black ink. Those words were newly written and were seeping out of the paper!

She looked surprised and raised her hand to see that it was covered in ink!

The ink had a strong fragrance, but she hadn't noticed it when she was near a pile of scrolls just now. When she noticed the fragrance again, she felt dizzy. She thought to herself, "Not good!" The ink might be mixed with a love potion... The Heart Cleansing Mantra didn't work!

The world began to spin and she had a severe headache. Then all the painting ink on the tables around her became thicker and thicker, until it overflowed and turned into countless black water that flowed down the tables and spread to her feet. She swung her sword and chopped at them, but the ink could not be cut off. It kept flowing more and more, becoming thicker and thicker, slowly wrapping her up and submerging her ankles!

"Who is disturbing us... Are you the new bride?" Someone suddenly asked from the opposite side, his voice hoarse.

She looked back and saw that the man opposite her had broken shackles on his hands and feet, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, his features were crooked, and he was extremely ugly. He was wearing a servant's tattered clothes, was barefoot, and had rough skin. He looked like a madman or ghost.

"How many mortals are trapped here?" She raised her sword and pointed it at the man. "Are you the White Painter? You painted all these?"

“Painter…? Ha, ha…hahaha! So funny!” The male ghost spread out his hands and laughed, and the shackles on his wrists made a crisp clanking sound.

After laughing, he swung the chain on his arm and rushed towards her at high speed!

She raised her sword to block, but the chain relied on inertia to circle around and reach out again, almost hitting her chest. She jumped back in panic, scared to death, what was the aim!

Just as she was about to use all her spiritual power to strike back at the ugly male ghost with one sword, the ink under her feet suddenly trapped her. At the same time, her head hurt even more!

There is indeed something wrong with this ink!

She stared at the ghost in front of her, and used all her strength to get rid of the ink that was entangled with her. After finding a place without ink and stopping, she thought carefully. The male ghost in front of her looked like a prisoner, without any ink on his body, and did not have the elegance of a scholar... Maybe he was not that Bai Painter.

What's more, today is Painter Bai's wedding day, how could he possibly dress like this?

"Who are you?" She rolled over to avoid the attack from the male ghost.

The male ghost shook the shackles on his wrists, and his face seemed to be slightly stunned. He stood there blankly, as if he was carefully thinking about who he was...

After a while, he continued in a hoarse voice: "Who am I... a painting slave... my master said I am a painting slave... ah, why am I a painting slave? Why!"

"Ugh! Ahhhh!" He suddenly roared like a madman, then chased after her and punched her!

Seeing the ink in the distance reaching towards her again, she quickly began to jump away from the ink, while dodging the attack of the painting slave. This male ghost seemed to be extremely mentally unstable, and no one knew who he was in his previous life!

A vast snow fog rose up around her. She didn't know if it was snow blindness that had come on. She had been staring at the white snow intentionally or unintentionally from the beginning until now. Her eyes began to tear up in the wind and she couldn't open them. The situation was not good...

After escaping the attack of the shackles, she heard the creaking sound of the lobby door opening behind her ears. It was particularly creepy in the sudden silence of the snowy night. She turned around suddenly and saw a man slowly walking out of the lobby.