There was no need for Sang Tong to do anything, after Li Jiaming passed out, the three sticks of incense in the incense burner flickered together, and with a "hoo", the ancient painting went out.
Bao Xiaoxuan hugged Li Jiaming and called out a few times, seeing that the person in her arms was pale and angry, her heart skipped a beat, and she also passed out.
Aunt Zhang, who was picking beans in the living room, heard Bao Xiaoxuan's shout and rushed in hastily.
Looking at the mess in the room and the two people lying on the ground, he shouted loudly: "Ah!!! Xiaoxuan, Jiaming, what's wrong with you?!"
"What are you doing? Are you... wanting to burn the painting left by Mr. Bao? You..."
The attention of several people was attracted by Aunt Zhang, and the painting demon attached to Bao Xiaoxuan took the opportunity to fly back to the ancient painting.
Murong raised the soul-beating stick and wanted to rush up, but was stopped by Hao Jiefang.
"what are you doing?"
"This painting demon has captured a few strands of their souls, and if you go down with this stick, Li Jiaming will be hopeless!"
Mu Rong put down the soul-beating stick and was afraid for a while, but luckily Hao Jiefang stopped her.
Otherwise, the two lives will be in her hands, and I don't know how Heaven will punish her.
Aunt Zhang saw the two people on the ground who couldn't wake up, she ran away from the study, took out her mobile phone: "Hey, are you Yaoyaoling? Come quickly, someone here is murdering someone for money, murder, murder! Address yes… "
Sang Yu held Bao Xiaoxuan in her arms: "Sister Tongtong, what should I do?"
Sang Tong squatted down, grabbed a wrist with both hands, made a diagnosis for a while, and his face sank: "Both Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming were detained and took away a few strands of their souls."
She tore open the scroll, and a classically beautiful woman came into view: a pair of shy almond eyes, a little red cherry mouth, a simple bun, wearing a coarse cloth skirt, standing in a bamboo forest, In the depths of the bamboo forest, a thatched cottage can be vaguely seen.
It is almost the same as the pattern on Bao Xiaoxuan's back, the only difference is that there is an extra stone next to the woman that looks like a tombstone, and there are two faces with closed eyes on the stone. If you look closely, it is Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming.
Sang Tong became anxious, gripped the mahogany sword tightly, and shouted: "Boldly drawing a demon, how dare you forcefully arrest the living soul, release the living soul quickly, or don't blame me for being rude."
After the words fell, the woman on the picture scroll actually started to move. She blinked her eyes first, and glanced at everyone present, then parted her red lips, and said one by one: "I never thought of harming anyone, you are the ones who want to break the law." I have cultivated for a thousand years and destroyed my primordial spirit."
Sang Tong laughed back angrily: "You possessed the human body, nourished yourself with blood essence, and practiced the evil way of absorbing yang energy. We are cultivators, and everyone will be punished if we get it."
The woman in the picture scroll had just opened her mind, but she couldn't argue with Sang Tong, a trace of sullenness flashed across her face, and she simply closed her eyes.
An attitude: "I've taken the person, what can you do to me".
There was a burst of noise in the living room, and then the door of the study was knocked open, and a group of demon spirits with live ammunition and full armor rushed in.
"All put your hands up, put your head in your hands, and stand facing the wall."
"This is...? In broad daylight, openly engaging in feudal superstition activities in other people's homes!"
"Comrade Yaoyaoling, that's them. My owner's daughter and son-in-law are lying on the ground. The things in the study are very valuable. Please be careful when you are working."
Su Sifang clasped his hands together, silently walked to the wall and stood there, with the appearance of "catch without a fight".
Sang Yu also took a step, ready to stand by the wall, when Sang Tong caught a glimpse of Hua Yao smiling with her eyes closed, she was furious and put her hand into her pocket.
The demon spirits raised their weapons and aimed at Sang Tong: "Don't move!"
Sang Yu's face turned pale with fright, and she called out, "Sister Tongtong!"
Sang Tong showed a relieved smile: "What's wrong? I can't call my lawyer?"
As he spoke, he held up his phone and shook it.
The leader of the team has been in politics for many years. Although his title is not high, his ability to read people and things is first-rate.
When he received the alarm, the location turned out to be a residential area where rich and powerful people gathered in Shanyang City, and he was overjoyed: his chance has come!
However, he found that things didn't seem as simple as he thought. The woman in front of him showed a special aura in every gesture.
It was a feeling of understanding politics and standing on the high end.
Ever since they rushed in, this woman hadn't shown a trace of panic, and even a trace of disdain when she looked at them.
Experience told him: Such people often have extremely deep backgrounds.
He blocked the policeman who wanted to arrest him: "I'll give you three minutes."
Sang Tong glanced at Sang Yu, took the phone and walked to the door of the study: "Excuse me."
A young policeman shouted: "You are a criminal suspect now, you'd better be honest, you can call back to the police station."
Sang Tong looked at the leader: "If you are afraid that I will take the opportunity to escape, why don't you ask this police officer to come out with me and make a phone call?"
When the two reached the balcony, Sang Tong dialed the internal number of the Special Events Administration: "I am Sang Tong..."
Sang Tong said a few words and hung up the phone.
Five minutes later, the leader's cell phone rang.
After hanging up the phone, the other party's attitude changed 180 degrees, and he said with a smile: "It's a misunderstanding, I hope you can understand our work. If there are people calling the police, we must call the police."
"Understood, of course I understand."
"That's good. I'll lead the team back. Don't worry about the next thing. We will handle it properly."
"Thank you, that's right!"
"Hey, what do you think?"
"The end of science is theology, understand?"
Yaoyaoling left and took Aunt Zhang with her.
In short, no one will come back to this house until Sang Tong finishes this matter.
The ancient painting was hung on the wall, and an altar was placed in front of it. Under the altar, Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming were lying side by side, with their heads facing the ancient painting.
"In a while, I want my soul to go out of my body and enter the world in the painting, kill the painting demon, rescue Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming, and Su Sifang will protect me."
"Senior Sister Tong, let me go. This painting has undergone thousands of years of evolution, and it has become its own world. Everything in it is dominated by the painting demon. She can even control the flow of time in the painting, and many blessings cannot accompany you." Entering the painting, you are an ordinary person inside, and painting the demon is the "god". If you are a little careless, you will damage your cultivation base and soul; if you are serious... you will fall into the world in the painting forever, never I can't get out."
Sang Tong chuckled: "Hey, haven't you always insisted on the equality of all beings? I'm going to save people now, why did you change your mind?"
"It's not that I changed my mind, it's better for me to go."
"No need, since I took over this matter, I will take care of it to the end. It's fine if I didn't know the existence of Huayao before. In front of me, Sang Tong, no monsters and ghosts will be allowed to be presumptuous."
"Sister Tongtong, don't!"
Sang Yu threw herself into Sang Tong's arms, her body trembling slightly, her hands tightly wrapped around Sang Tong's waist: "I'm afraid, don't go, let's think of other ways, shall we?"
Sang Tong hugged Sang Yu, her expression loosened for a moment, but she recovered quickly. She stroked Sang Yu's head affectionately, and said softly: "Yuwa is obedient, my sister is here to save people, after today It will be forty-four days at night. If the painting demon has not been dealt with on the forty-ninth day, Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming will never wake up again. As you can see, they may die or become a vegetable, and they will live forever. Lying on the bed, are you so kind, can you bear to watch two such young people become like this?"
"But… "
"Hey, believe me, sister, I will definitely come back, I haven't paid attention to mere painting monsters! Besides, sister still wants to cure your eyes, so that you can live the life you dream of, the happiest life , remember? We made an appointment when we were kids."
Sang Yu's eyes were hot, tears overflowed, she tugged on Sang Tong's clothes, and wept silently.
She didn't want Sang Tong to go, she couldn't bear the pain of losing a loved one anymore.
But she felt that what Sang Tong said was reasonable, with two lives in front of her eyes, no one could be cruel.
The two thoughts collided in her heart, and it was hard to tell the winner, she could only hold on to Sang Tong's clothes and not let go.
"I'll go."
"Murong, are you crazy!? Are you sick? What does this matter have to do with you? You have done your best!"
Mu Rong ignored Hao Jiefang, and said again: "You stay, let me try."
Sang Tong looked at Mu Rong unexpectedly, and shook his head: "This is my business."
After finishing speaking, he broke Sang Yu's hand resolutely and said to Su Sifang: "I will put a butter lamp on my head later. If the lamp goes out, it means that I have fallen into the world in the painting and cannot get out. , you don’t need to do unnecessary rescue anymore, burn this painting immediately, I, Sang Tong, will never be coerced by the painting demon, let alone become a slave of the painting demon.”
"Senior Sister Tong, why are you bothering?"
"Heh, I, Sang Tong, still have the courage to uphold the righteousness and sacrifice one's life for benevolence."
After doing the preparations, Sang Tong's soul came out of his body, wanting to enter the painting.
Su Sifang stood in front of the painting: "Senior Sister Tong, let me say a few more words."
"you say."
"After entering the world in the painting, everything you see may be an illusion of the painting, so be careful."
"I know."
"Amitabha."
Sang Tong walked into the painting, but Mu Rong stared at the ancient painting in a daze.
After listening to Sang Tong's words just now, in Mu Rong's heart: In addition to shock and admiration, there is also a strange feeling.
She felt empty, as if she had forgotten and lost something very important.
The author has something to say: Because of the chapters in the painting, the author feels good about himself and likes it very much.
After thinking about it, I decided to write it all.
In this case, the story of Hua Yao will be a little bit longer, is that okay~