Beyond the Divine States Chapter 96: : Copper painting

Lantern.

At the moment, lanterns are all over the city.

They are more like red and heavy persimmons after they are on fire.

After the old man died, the light and heat of the lanterns all over the city seemed to be taken away, and all the light looked gloomy and cold.

Above the long bridge, the girl who was doing the show looked at him with a smile, seeming to be extremely happy, dancing with bare feet, and the singer also fell behind her, with both hands tricking, seeming to be Pluck an invisible string.

No one who comes and goes can see them.

Ning Changjiu's figure suddenly moved, ignoring their provocation, but rushing towards the direction where the black shadow disappeared.

The girl stopped dancing and looked in the direction where he disappeared, and said uneasy: "This young man seems to have some tricks, shouldn't he become a variable for Lord Mingjun?"

The singer still plucked the silent strings, but her expression seemed to be fascinated. At this moment, the girl asked, and she just said calmly: "I'm dead, what do you care about so much?"

The little girl felt that there was some truth, and continued to turn around and dance.

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It was getting late. On the opposite side of Ning Qinshui's old house, the old woman closed the door, packed up the bamboo strips for making lanterns, and finally cleaned the house.

The room was extremely quiet, with only occasional, rustling noises.

The old woman pulled out a slender candle from the pile of debris, lit it, and placed it on the table. The candle light illuminates a spiritual position, and only seven words are written on the spiritual position-grandson's Dongyun tablet .

Dong Yun is the name of his grandson. There was a serious illness that year and he was treated by a famous doctor. It was almost healed. As a result, she had to go out and ask Ning Qinshui for a bowl of runes.

She was holding the candlelight and looking at this spiritual position. Her guilt and hatred made her sway with the candlelight. She took the cloth and wiped it, then put the spiritual position on the table.

Next, she remembered some things, which made her sane too.

She thought about seeing the smoke from Ning Qinshui's house two days ago, she hid a dagger in her sleeve, and knocked on the door of his house. At that time, her heart was ashamed, and there seemed to be a voice telling her that you really deserved to die.

But on that day, she did not see Ning Qinshui, but saw her two apprentices. She wanted to take out the dagger from the sleeve, but an inexplicable thought stopped her and let her hand Reaching into the cloth bag on her waist, she took out a pendant that she couldn't remember, and gave it to the other party.

Everything is unreal. She even wondered if she was getting older and dizzy.

But it didn't matter anymore. She sat in a chair for a while, then pulled out a pair of iron scissors from the basket. After a long silence, she thrust it into her neck.

At the moment when the scissors were about to cut the skin, the door opened, and a boy dressed in white grabbed the scissors, and then formed a field with spiritual power to hinder other people's sneak attacks.

The old woman felt the great strength from the scissors.

She opened her eyes, looked at Ning Changjiu, recognized him at a glance, and said angrily: "Why are you? The old thing killed my grandson. What kind of person does his apprentice pretend to be?"

Ning Changjiu removed the pair of scissors. Instead of looking at the old woman, he looked at the spiritual position. At this moment, he realized that things in this city were more complicated than he expected.

He originally thought it was a big monster who was making trouble in the city, and some strange patterns and atmosphere in the city also proved this.

So he also made preparations in advance, and he had already envisioned the old woman as the monster.

And the series of things that happened tonight changed his mind. He vaguely saw a grand plot of blood and bone entangled, but he could not see all its outlines for the time being.

Ning Changjiu walked to the side of the case, raised the spiritual position, looked at the words on it, and made the final confirmation.

The old woman stared at him and said sharply: "What do you want to do?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Your grandson is dead?"

The old woman's scars were uncovered, her face was full of anger: "Yes...he is dead, he was killed by Ning Qinshui!"

Ning Changjiu asked again: "Then what do you do when you visit the house twice and give these things?"

The old woman seemed to be a little duller. She stared at Ning Changjiu, her eyes were bitter, but she didn't say anything, because many things she is doing nowadays are inherently contradictory, some of them follow rational consciousness, and some are instinctive. Drive.

Ning Changjiu continued to ask: "Which one is selling lanterns in the city besides you?"

The old woman still didn't answer. She looked at the spiritual position for a while, and then at Ning Changjiu again, as if she was about to turn into a ghost at any time.

Ning Changjiu sighed, looked at her, and said, "It seems that you don't know it yourself?"

The old woman said angrily: "What are you talking about?"

Ning Changjiu suddenly broke the spiritual position in half and threw it in front of the old woman’s shoes. The old man looked at this sudden scene, and his expression changed from the shock at the beginning to the horrible desire to eat people. Resentful, she stared at the broken spiritual position on the ground, and kept calling her grandson's name in her mouth. Her old body was trembling, as if the skeleton was about to collapse at any time.

"You...you...you are worthy of Ning Qinshui's apprentice, the old thing's apprentice is...not a thing!"

She knelt in front of the half-spiritual position, leaning on a cane, tears streaming in her tears.

Ning Changjiu looked at her and said, "But from beginning to end, you don't have a grandson at all."

The crying stopped abruptly, and the old woman suddenly raised her head, her face full of folds, her pupils shining white in the night.

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"I don't have a grandson? How could I not have a grandson! My grandson's name is Dongyun, and his mother gave birth to him in winter. He is a belter. His father was so happy that he went to Shangdong Third Street and bought one for him. The fish caught three scallions...How could I not have a grandson? My grandson killed the wicked man!" The old woman's voice was sour that her ears hurt.

The old woman hugged her head. She wanted to recall the situation when her grandson was still alive as usual, but for some reason, she couldn't remember anything, as if those years had been abruptly erased.

What’s more frightening is that she gradually finds that she can’t even remember her past. She can’t remember how she looked when she was young, as if she had been a gray-haired and too old since she was born. The old woman.

The only memory in my mind is the dull and repetitive things like sitting on the bench in the house, weaving lanterns with bamboo strips, and painting the lantern shelf with paper paste.

She raised her head, her eyes blank but fierce, like an old wolf showing his paws before he was about to die.

"You little demon way, what kind of demon technique... why can't I remember anything? Your demon way will give me my grandson soon!"

While speaking, the old woman got up from the ground, she threw the crutch abruptly, and rushed towards Ning Changjiu with five fingers.

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In another old house, Shubai cleaned up the copper embryos in the house, and scanned the not-so-spacious yard, and then he stood on the half-blackened iron-blue curtain Before, I was thinking about whether to replace it with a new one this year.

Finally, he secretly took out the bag of copper coins, the bag was still bulging, and only a few buns were lost.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that something about greed and evil thoughts in his heart had disappeared.

He looked at the bag of copper coins and frowned, thinking that he hated that Ning Qinshui, and knew that the bag of copper coins was probably ill-gotten wealth, but no matter what, this is not his own. I Shubai has always had grievances and grievances. Where could he do this kind of sneaky?

No, such kindness is not like me...

He gradually thought about what happened two days ago, and suddenly came up with an absurd idea. The hate that he had hidden in his heart, which was almost incapable, was met by the boy in white, and he kneeled under his head. After falling to the ground and saying those things, it seemed that most of it disappeared, and even the idea of ​​being a good person came into being.

And after the old woman knocked on the door and inadvertently exchanged a glance with herself, he suddenly felt that the layer of veil in his heart had been uncovered, and the previous good thoughts suddenly became ridiculous.

He didn't know whether this emotional upswing was illusion or real, but just now, the darkness in his heart seemed to have been erased again, and he felt again that he should return the bag of money to the boy.

Shubai sat on the icy ground, thinking about this silently, his chaotic thoughts wandering like ghosts.

Suddenly, the light in his field of vision dimmed.

He raised his head and saw that at the junction of the courtyard and the lobby, the master was standing like a tree, and his snow-white hair was blowing in the night wind.

"Master..." Shubai shouted.

The old man was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Boy, come here."

Shubai got up questioningly, walked in front of the two of them, looked at the increasingly old face, and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

The old man took out a bronze key from his waist. He handed the key to Shubai's hand and said, "There are still a few white copper paintings in the warehouse. You can take them out and move to Nasha. Beside the water, there are many stone piers beside the sandy water. You put these copper paintings in the order of stacking, from west to east, one by one."

Shubai was a little surprised, and asked: "Master's bronze painting is worth a lot of silver. It is randomly placed in a place where people often pass by. If it is taken away at will, what can I do?"

The old man just said: "Just do as I say."

Shubai looked at the simple key in his palm. He wanted to ask, but he closed his mouth, clenched the key and nodded.

The old man turned around and walked towards the room when he finished explaining the matter.

Shubai suddenly remembered something and asked: "What happened to the story of the bone corpse demon that Master told last time?"

The old man paused slightly. He didn't answer, and his tone was a little dry: "What bone corpse demon? I have told such a story before, it should be a nonsense, I can't remember..."

Speaking, he walked into the dark night.

Shubai took the key and opened the door of the warehouse. The warehouse was full of dust and cobwebs. As soon as the door opened, the rats and insects on the ground squeaked away. He covered his nose and mouth, and endured the nausea in his heart. , Walked in.

He looked around, and there was only a wooden box in the middle of the storeroom. That should be what the master had given him.

He opened the wooden box, took a look, confirmed that his back was on his back, and walked in the direction of Sha Shui.

To his surprise, the box was not as heavy as he thought.

He came to the upper reaches of Shashui and saw the first stone pier.

These stone piers are very old, as if they have existed here since the foundation of the city. Under the wind, frost and rain, the edges of the stone piers are cracked and there is nothing normal.

He turned out a piece of copper painting and placed it on the stone pier. With the light, he could vaguely see that the painting on it was like a picture of the battle of gods, and behind the clouds, there was a big **** sword standing and sinking. In the mud, half-length bones.

He walked along the river and took out the second painting at the second stone pier. The whole copper painting depicts a huge and deep abyss. On the edge of the abyss, there are only two Bone's hand, the owner of Bone's Claw, seemed to be trying to pull his body out of the abyss.

The third copper painting depicts a huge skeleton that is comparable to a mountain. The skeleton is hung with new flesh and blood, and the jade belt wrapped around the arms is actually made up of countless things. Skull heads are pieced together, and on its waist, the things that resemble tassels are **** one by one. The dead white body of a woman, and at the bottom of that body, countless ants-like people are all growing. The face of the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, they held swords and chopped its thighs, cutting flesh and blood and bones to pieces.

The bronze painting was extremely depressing, and the tree was horrified. After putting it down in a hurry, he hurried to the next stone pier.

The next painting is going to be much more peaceful. The boneless body cannot be seen because it is standing in a big river, and the river water has waved most of its body, only the head, shoulders and arms are exposed. The river is waved. Rolling violently, and he was half like an ordinary person, holding up a handful of water high, opened his mouth, and drank it.

The picture of the last bronze painting is even simpler. In that bronze painting is an empty throne. Below the throne, there are many ghosts floating together. They kneel down in the direction of the throne, reverently and silently.

Shubai looked carefully for a while, only to realize that it was not the truly empty throne, but because the throne had passed by. On the armrests on both sides, the palms on the back were vaguely exposed, without a trace of flesh and blood.

According to the old man's instructions, Shubai finished putting out the last piece of copper painting. He vaguely felt that the signs indicated something, as if it were the sequence of a certain story, and this was very similar to what the old population said.

If these bronze paintings are really the story of the bone corpse, what do the last two bronze paintings mean?

Shubai thought seriously, and suddenly, chill came to his back.

Because he discovered that, unconsciously, the whole world was darkened.

He slowly raised his head, and was surprised to find that the red lanterns on both sides of the river had turned white at this moment, and the candles behind the white paper also showed a faint, pale light.

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