Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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... the sound of water dripping on the ground.

Tick

A drop

Tick

two drops

Minghu opened his eyes

Tick

A third drop fell to the ground, echoing across the empty temple.

What drips is not water droplets, but sweat and paint dripping from the tip of the pen.

Minghu stood in the center of the temple, and it was so empty that the sound of water droplets could echo very loudly.

However, it is also very crowded.

The empty temple walls are densely covered with murals. The monsters, ghosts and monsters with complicated strokes and exaggerated colors stretch their teeth and claws on the walls, densely entrenched on the walls, forming a strange sense of oppression, which makes people feel cold all over at a glance, almost Can't breathe.With the movement of your eyes, all the monsters and ghosts on the murals, millions of pairs of eyes follow your gaze, and seem to be always staring at you and staring at you.

This is... the scene of hell?

However, Minghu's eyes were fixed on the front. It was a small piece of uncolored wall, and a rickety old man was kneeling on the ground, holding a paintbrush in his hand, painting crazily.

This scene made Minghu hold his breath.

This, is it...

As if he didn't feel the gaze behind him, the old man who was painting under the corner was still concentrating on painting. No, this state doesn't seem to be called "concentration".

The old man seemed to be exhausted, his whole body was drenched with sweat, and his head and body were still sweating, but even so, he was unwilling to stop the paintbrush in his hand.

The elderly painter... No, it should be Wu Daozi, who is painting with a crazy state of mind at this moment.

His eyes were wide-eyed, bloodshot inside, he didn't know whether it was sweat flowing into his eyes or he was too tired after staying up late, but his spirit was excited, extremely excited, but Minghu Didn't miss the trace of fear in his eyes.

It made him look like the ghosts and ghosts in the murals around him. It seemed that even he had merged with the murals and became one of the hundreds of ghosts in hell.

Are painters also afraid of their own paintings?

His hand holding the pen was also trembling, but for some reason, when the pen landed on the wall, the lines under the strokes were still smooth and elegant. Fox looked at it and had an illusion.

As if... the pen is moving by itself, as if the pen has its own consciousness, and it is depicting a real hell.

Suddenly, Minghu's heart burst into an unknown fire, and he couldn't explain how it came out suddenly, but at this moment, Minghu's whole body seemed to be trembling with anger.

Because he was also "manufactured". Although his intelligence was not yet developed at that time, he could feel that Awataguchi was building him with joy and cherishment.

However, he didn't feel the slightest bit from this painter.

This made him annoyed that he was insulted... His judge should be born surrounded by flowers, in the landscape, and at the end of the day, should be a bright and tidy study room. As a famous painting at the national treasure level, Her birth should be the painstaking masterpiece of the painter, and she should be praised and admired by thousands of people once she is born.

Instead of being drawn casually in a dilapidated temple and being graffitied by an old man who looks like a madman.

Subconsciously, Minghu took a few steps forward, bent slightly, and then, in a strange way, wanted to grab the lime bucket on the ground.

Destroy...destroy!

But his hand pierced through the handle of the wooden barrel, as if catching a shadow, Minghu was stunned for a moment, he looked down at his palm, and then tried to grab it again in disbelief, but it was still in vain.

What's going on, everything in front of me is a shadow?Or... he is?

The sound of water droplets gradually increased, and the voice of the old painter muttering to himself also became louder.

Minghu frowned and listened carefully, but found that it was in an unfamiliar language that he couldn't understand a word, and the blank wall he drew was getting smaller and smaller, as if he was about to finish drawing.

Seeing the smaller and smaller blank space, Minghu suddenly "thumped" in his heart. He didn't feel the joy of witnessing the birth of the God Judge at all, but a sense of anxiety permeated his heart.

Don't finish it, don't finish it!

Otherwise it will be...

Minghu froze on the spot in a daze.

will... what?

Suddenly, a hand landed on Minghu's head and rubbed it lightly.

He raised his head and saw a phantom of a woman standing quietly behind him.

At this moment, his God-inspector seemed to be composed of large blocks of color without details, and could barely see the outline, but now that she was here, a sense of peace instantly filled Minghu's heart.

Tranquil, stable, gentle... exactly the same as the old Qingtu.

However, Minghu soon realized something was wrong.

At Qingtu's feet, there was a very long shadow, very long and long, which was connected to the brush in the painter's hand. Whenever the painter made a stroke, the color on Qingtu's body became dimmer.

The color, following the long shadow on the ground, falls on the strokes on the wall, leaving a thick and colorful stroke.

"leave."

The increasingly dimmer figure silently opened its mouth, revealing the black holes in the mouth opening and closing, but the sound poured straight into Minghu's mind.

leave.

Minghu suddenly turned his head and saw the old painter's pen falling heavily, filling the last blank space.

He turned his head again, but...

In front of me, there is no one.

.........

Ishikirimaru and Taro Tachi were carried to the bottom of Wanyehuai by four people respectively.

I dare not stand up, and feel dizzy when I stand up.

It's just too tall.

I thought I could see the famous God Judge in the legend this time, but Minghu was the only one standing under the tree. This made the two great swordsmen startled, and quickly asked the people around them in a low voice, what is going on?

"This is not Minghu, this is the God Judge!" Jin Jian whispered, "Be quiet, Lord Qingtu will hear you."

Hearing what Imaiken said, the two big katanas quickly lay flat on the stretcher, quietly preparing to listen to the order of the god-sama.

It's too embarrassing to get sick, let's lie down and reduce the sense of existence.

Of course, even though they were lying down, they still memorized every word the superior said.

For example, the first command, "Kneel down," and the second command, "Call Daddy."

……

Eh?

The two big katanas on the stretcher sat up abruptly. They felt that they had heard it wrong, but after seeing the same bewildered expressions on the faces of the other sword men, they looked at each other and found that they had not heard it wrong.

That is to kneel down and call daddy?

Wait, let's stroke it first.

Their god judge is a girl, so if you want to call her, you should call her mother... Wait, what kind of bad name is that!

"Minghu" frowned, the longer the possession time, the greater the damage to the owner of the body, so he repeated: "Kneel down and call Dad."

Because the hair was too sudden, even if the men with swords had doubts in their hearts, they obediently did so. They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, no one spoke, and they didn't know who started it, maybe it was Xiaohu's stuff, Maybe it was Qingguang from California, anyway, the men with swords were like dominoes, they made a movement similar to that of Shi Xiazuo, facing Minghu——

"dad"

Minghu - oh no, or the Minghu possessed by Qingtu was stunned, "What do you call my father? You call me a tree, a tree!" After that, she pointed to Wanyehuai .

Call, call a tree?

All the men with swords were at a loss, but there was a second time after the first time, so they all moved on their knees, turned to the direction of the tree, and spoke again.

"dad."

In an instant, the leaves of the big locust tree swayed without wind, and there was a rustling sound. I don't know if it was responding to the respectful title given to him by these sons in this pill.

However, I don't know if it was an illusion, but the "father" of the big locust tree seemed to be a lot haggard for a moment.

After shouting, all the men with swords turned around blankly, waiting for the next order from their own god judge——

To be honest, with this incident, even if Qingtu asked them to go back to the forging room and call mother to the forging furnace, they would not be surprised.

It seemed that he was frightened by the eyes of the men with swords and swords, Furui Wubo, and Qing Tu on Minghu's body was also choked for a moment, then he waved his hand, "Okay, let's go back."

This, this is all right?

There is a kind of absurd feeling that the son-in-law came to see his father-in-law for the first time, and after calling "Dad", the father-in-law waved his hand to indicate that he knew that you should go out to find a slide to play.

"Is this the end?" Hakata Toshiro in the front row accidentally asked.

And Qingtu, who was still in Minghu's body, responded straightforwardly, "Yes, it's over."

Okay, let's all stand up first.

Kneeling in the last row, Ishikirimaru and Taro Tachi stood up, bent down and patted the dirt on their pants, and just about to turn around and leave, they suddenly felt something was wrong.

Wait, didn't the two of them walk here just now?

Pointing to the stretcher on the ground, Shikimaru's expression was agitated. He was about to say something when suddenly he heard two "plops" and "plops", and saw Shuzumaru Koji and Smiling Qingjiang fell to the ground at the same time, and then Sleeping in the dark.

Since the two brothers broke off the contract with Ibaraki Doji and renewed the contract with Qingtu, they have never closed their eyes again, and it is really embarrassing for the two of them.

The thing happened so suddenly, Shikieraru pointed at the stretcher, the joyful expression on his face hadn't dissipated, seeing this scene, he turned his mouth directly, "It's just right, let's carry them in."

There are even stretchers ready-made!

As for Jiang Xuezuowen, he stared blankly at "Minghu" in a daze, then lowered his head thoughtfully, until the expression of "Minghu" suddenly changed and he was about to fall to the ground, Jiang Xuezuowen Recovering, he held him up.

How should I put it, when the so-called god judge came out of Minghu's body just now...he saw something amazing.

……

In the afternoon, Minghu woke up from the dormitory in a daze. He staggered to the hall, and unexpectedly found that all the sword men gathered together, with serious expressions, as if they were discussing something.

The moment he pushed open the door, all the men with swords stopped discussing, and all looked at him with very complicated expressions.

This made Minghu, who was a little socially afraid, very uncomfortable. He couldn't help but took a step back, and touched his mask helplessly.

what happened?

"Ah, it doesn't matter, it's just that we found a problem." Tsurumaru Kuninaga's expression was serious with embarrassment, while at the same time, Mikazuki Munekin laughed happily.

"Yeah, it's just a small problem." Sanri Yuezong smiled into a crescent moon, as if what he encountered was not his own problem, but someone else's problem.

"The seniority of all of us... seems to be messed up."

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