There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 910: Animal Dao Painted Skin

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While thinking, Founder suddenly recalled a detail.

"This time when the person in the painting displayed the Vortex Vajra Seal, my keen perception captured the traces of violent spiritual fluctuations in the air..."

"But my vows of the devil diamond seal, is born out of the martial arts secrets, is motivated by a body of blood and true qi."

Fangzheng's eyes suddenly appeared: "Yes! It must be related to the way of movement!"

"The way I practice in this world is completely two paths. If the person in the painting urges spiritual power or yin power to display my Vajra Seal, it is not a program error or a bug in the game card. Right!"

Finally, Fang Zheng wanted to understand the reason, his eyes lit up and he found a new way to make money!

As long as the Huapi Gaojia is willing to pay for it, he can go bankrupt today.

Next is the seventh cycle...

The eighth cycle...

Found that the founder of the New Way of Fortune, he cut leeks one after another, and he was not in a hurry to break the game as soon as possible.

Maybe others will be eager to find a way to break the game, but when it comes to the anomaly of Fang Zheng, he just hopes to keep circulating like this.

Fang Zheng guessed that the "people" in this ancient painting should also be a way of painting the skin of the Gaojia family, perhaps a higher-level way of painting, capable of cloning others.

The painted skin description in "Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio" means that evil spirits put on human skin drawn with colored pens and pretend to be others, in order to achieve the purpose of splitting people's abdomen and digging people's hearts.

I just don’t know if the painted ghosts in this ancient painting are in unlimited supply?

I don’t know if it is an unlimited supply, because after he killed himself for the eleventh time, when he entered the ancient building complex again, new changes have taken place in the ancient building complex this time.

Suddenly there was a rush of dog barking in the quiet ancient buildings that were supposed to be empty and empty.

This sudden late-night dog barking made Fang Zheng's original footsteps stop.

Listen carefully, the dog barking is actually not far away from the only old house courtyard with lights on.

As the dog barking sounded, I saw the empty house where there should be no one. Under the light of the lights, I could clearly see the shaking of human figures.

Squeak.

The door opens.

An old man in a black gown came out of the back room.

The old man walked out of the room, raising his eyelids slightly, and saw Fang Zheng just outside the door.

"Young man, old man, I have an enemy against you?" The old man calmly looked at Fang Zheng who was standing outside the door at this moment with a long knife in his hand.

"No."

"Then I have a grudge with the old man?"

"Neither."

"Since you and the old man have no grudges, young man, why do you meet the old man me murderously when you meet?" The old man was referring to the ghost knife in Fang Zheng's hand at the moment.

Before Fang Zheng could answer, there was an old dog with a white beard in the yard. After walking a few steps, he ran to the old man's feet panting.

Then sticking out his tongue without spine, knelt and licked the old man's shoes for a while.

Founder's eyes moved.

I looked at an old man and an old dog in front of me, and then at the old house behind the old man and the dog, his eyes thoughtful.

He didn't immediately answer the old man's question.

"Young man, do you know that you were as reckless as you last time and ran into my painter Gaojia, how did he end up?"

"Why don't you let me get into your stomach, this old man?" Fang Zheng finally answered, but his answer was obviously wrong.

"???"

"Because then I can become the roundworm in your belly, old man, and I can know what you think, old man." Fang Zheng said with a punch in the tone that a copy should be.

Old man: "..."

The old man selectively ignored Fang Zheng's sudden change of painting style and began to talk to himself.

"Old man, I vaguely remember that the last guilty man who dared to come to my painting Gao family to run into my Gao family was 80 years ago."

"That day was a late night like today, and there came a man who claimed to be very good at beating. Later, by the old man, I pulled out the three souls and seven souls, sealed them in the painting skin of the animal road, and made a janitor of the Gao family of painting skin. Dog."

"I promised him that if he can be a watchdog of my Painted Pigao’s house, and when someone comes to bump into my Painted Piga’s house next time, I will give him his freedom. I will replace the old with a new one and let the new one. Be my watchdog for painting Pi Gao’s family for him."

As the old man spoke, the old dog with a gray beard on the ground kneeled and licked the old man's shoes more diligently.

As diligent and humble, it's like begging for mercy.

Listening to the old man's words, Fang Zheng glanced at a humble old dog who knelt on the ground and licked it.

The old man's words fell, and his fingertips stroked the center of the old dog's head, from the center of the eyebrows along the back to the position of the tailbone.

I saw a rickety and thin old man naked, skin wrinkled like old citrus, lingering, and his hair and beard were already white.

Such an old age seems to be a hundred years old?

I'm out of breath after taking a few steps.

He is really too old.

Because of being sealed in dog skin all the year round, the body is curled up all the year round, and the bones are deformed and the back is hunched.

Although this is just a human ghost, not a physical body.

But being imprisoned in a dog skin all the year round, one imprisonment lasts for up to eighty years, and even the ghost can't help but produce some distortions.

"Old Xu, how many years have you followed me?"

"Go back, Master, I, I have been following you since I was forty years old... Today I am 123 years old, older, probably 83...years old."

Perhaps it was because of being imprisoned in the painting skin of beasts all the year round, and losing the ability to move as a human being. He hadn't spoken for more than 80 years, which made it extremely difficult for the rickety and thin old man to speak. The speech was intermittent, and some words were unclear, which sounded extremely laborious.

"Has it been eighty-three years? Time is so fast, Lao Xu, tell me, how do I treat you in these eighty-three years?" The black-shirted old man looked into the void, his eyes full of sorrow and memories.

"An adult has never beaten and scolded me once, and regards me as his own." The rickety, thin old man still spoke with difficulty, intermittently.

"No, I never treat you as my own. You are just a dog I raised when I was bored to pass the time."

The rickety thin old man trembled violently. He looked at the black-shirted old man in fear, as if recalling some terrible scene in more than eighty years, he lowered his head, and Vinono knelt at the black-shirted old man's feet.

"Big, my lord said...yes."

"I, it's just that an adult has a...pet dog, watchdog."

There are endless bitterness, helplessness, pain, sorrow, and desolation in the voice, but there is only a hint of resentment and resistance.

"Yes, it seems that you are old and not confused, and you have self-knowledge."

"I promised you that if you are a dog that I painted Pi Gaojia, I promise you to return your freedom, I will fulfill the promise I made eighty-three years ago today."

"Thanks, thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!" The rickety, thin old man who has been thoroughly tamed, has deepened his humbleness and knelt on the ground, is grateful.

"But the living crime is forgiven, and the capital crime is inevitable!" The black-shirted old man's voice suddenly fell cold.

"Today, two waves of people collided with my Huapi Gaojia. You are too old, your ears are back, and you can't even see your eyes. It's been so long before you noticed that you were still making me me at the age of one hundred and twenty-three. The watchdog of the Gao family is really embarrassing you too much."

The rickety, thin old man hadn't had time to raise his head and begged, but he was slapped into nothingness with the palm of his hand.

Then, the old man in black looked at the young and strong Fang Zheng: "This time it's your turn."

"You are very vigorous, and you have a bit of stupid strength. I just happen to lack a male tiger who can work hard to breed. You can be my Gao family's breeding tiger and breed my Gao family's tigress. "