Sang Tong's vision blurred, and the surrounding environment changed.
She looked around, and she was in the street at this time, stepping on the stone road under her feet, and the street was surrounded by antique buildings.
Crowds are bustling, passing by from time to time, and there are steaming small stalls on the street, restaurants, tea shops, pawnshops, cloth shops, everything is available.
The people on the street were all dressed in Ming Dynasty costumes. Sang Tong was keenly aware that at the moment she appeared, everyone in this scene paused for a while, and then quickly returned to their original state, busying themselves. with their own affairs.
From time to time, some people looked at her, but there was no look of surprise in their eyes.
Sang Tong snorted coldly: "What a painting monster, I didn't expect to actually cultivate a world in the painting."
She grabbed a man's collar casually: "Tell me, where is the painting demon?"
Passers-by looked at Sang Tong with dull eyes, and said slowly, "I don't know what to say."
Sang Tong pushed the man away, walked to the side of the street, found a small stall and sat down, put the mahogany sword on the table, and began to look at the street.
Looking at the people passing by, he fell into deep thought.
These scenes should be the society in which the painted demon was created.
At that time, it was absolutely impossible for the painting demon to have spiritual intelligence. This should be the place where the author of the ancient painting lived.
When painting, I poured the author's strong emotions or memories into the painting with each stroke and ink, and became a part of the spirit of painting demons.
Hua Yao is probably hiding in the crowd, maybe the owner of the stall next to him, maybe hiding in a corner, watching his every move.
It is also possible that Hua Yao is not here, and this street is just a pure illusion.
How to find the real body of Hua Yao
Sang Tong pondered for a long time, and came up with a simple and crude method: kill everyone he met.
As soon as this idea came out, Sang Tong himself was startled, his eyes were slightly closed, and he repeatedly confessed in his heart.
Although the sect she belongs to does not strictly abide by the precepts like the Buddhist school, it also pays great attention to the heart.
Evil thoughts like killing people are enough to lead a monk astray.
Sang Tong felt irritated, raised his hand and overturned the table.
With a "crash", the teacup on the table shattered to the ground, people turned their faces, looked at Sang Tong stiffly, and then turned back stiffly.
Looking at this scene, Sang Tong felt extremely bad. These people's movements were mechanical, their expressions were stiff, and their eyes were dull, like human skin puppets being pulled into action.
However, these "puppets" look exactly like real people in appearance, and anyone would feel uncomfortable in such an environment.
Sudden! Sang Tong laughed.
She knows how to find Hua Yao!
How complicated are human beings when this painted demon's intelligence is just beginning to develop
Although she can make the "people" in this illusion look flawless, she can't give so many "people" the corresponding emotions!
To put it bluntly, the "people" here are just things with skins but no souls.
As long as you find one with a human expression among this group of puppets, it must be the real body of Huayao!
Sang Tong hooked the corner of his mouth, raised the mahogany sword and rushed to the street.
However, she didn't notice that after she left, the overturned table and broken teacups and other objects instantly returned to their original state, and a mahogany sword lay quietly on the polished tabletop.
She teased anyone she saw, and even raised her sword to threaten, but none of the "people" showed an expression of fear or astonishment, and every "person" looked at her with dull eyes, with the appearance of "letting others be slaughtered".
Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. Sang Tong tried dozens of times in a row. Although she couldn't find Huayao, she was able to confirm that her guess was correct.
"Cucumbers, fresh, cucumbers, each, with thorns on the top flowers, one penny, five."
"Girl, come on?"
A strange cry of selling caught Sang Tong's attention. She turned her head, and the peddler was carrying two baskets filled with green and fresh cucumbers. The peddler's eyes were also dull, and his movements and words were very stiff.
She squinted her eyes and was about to leave when she noticed something was wrong...
The people here are like codes that have been programmed, and everything is running step by step with a "seemingly reasonable" logic.
But the woman in front of her, wearing a skirt with her back turned to her, didn't answer or leave after hearing the peddler's question.
He just took a cucumber from the basket and looked it up in front of him, neither commenting on the cucumber nor haggling over the price.
Sang Tong clenched the mahogany sword, stepped lightly, and walked towards the woman...
"Girl, buy some cucumbers, please?"
And the woman with her back to Sang Tong still didn't answer.
Just when Sang Tong quietly walked to less than five steps away from the "silent woman", the woman suddenly ran like the wind.
"stop!"
Sang Tong quickly chased after him, and everyone on the street maintained a uniform pace, only they were different!
Hua Yao ran very fast, Sang Tong tried his best, Hua Yao always kept a distance of five meters from her.
With three turns and two turns, Sang Tong was led to the residential area.
A six-foot-wide alley, Hua Yao ran to the end first and turned around.
Sang Tong followed closely behind, but at the corner, he bumped into a person head-on, and with an exclamation, they both sat on the ground.
Sang Tong didn't care about it, raised his sword and stabbed, but the sword's edge stopped an inch away in front of the visitor.
"Su Sifang!?"
"Senior Sister Tong, why are you running in such a hurry? Have you seen Hua Yao?"
With that said, Su Sifang patted the dust off his body, stood up first, and stretched out a hand towards Sang Tong.
Sang Tong stared at Su Sifang's eyes, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, she grabbed Su Sifang's hand and pulled it suddenly, Su Sifang was unsteady on his feet, and hit Sang Tong's body.
At the same time, Sang Tong raised the mahogany sword and stabbed at Su Sifang's abdomen. With a "poof", the two opposing forces increased the lethality, and Su Sifang was stabbed in the opposite direction.
Blood spattered Sang Tong's face!
"Ugh!" Su Sifang groaned, his body softened, and hit Sang Tong. Sang Tong couldn't support himself, and fell backwards.
The two of them lay at the corner of the alley like this, with Sang Tong below, and Su Sifang's half-inch mahogany sword pierced through, pressing on Sang Tong's body.
"Little painting monster, die, don't think that I can't do anything to you if I can't use magic power."
"Cough cough cough... Senior Sister Tong, I am Sifang."
Sang Tong kicked Su Sifang away from her body, stood up, wiped off the blood on her face, looked down at Su Sifang condescendingly, and put one foot on her chest: "The one who is being chased by me has nowhere to go, I want to use this method to get out ?”
As she spoke, she increased the strength on her feet, half of Su Sifang's khaki monk robe was dyed red, she held the mahogany sword stuck in her abdomen with one hand, and grabbed Sang Tong's ankle with the other, her face was reddish purple, her eyes were bloodshot .
She showed a guilty and tolerant smile to Sang Tong, and said intermittently: "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Tong... At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I peeked at your past, ahem... After you found out, I kept silent , got away with it, so many years, ahem, I haven't apologized to you... I'm sorry."
The people at the foot told what Hua Yao couldn't know, about her and Su Sifang's past, and Sang Tong was horrified.
Raising his feet, he knelt down beside Su Sifang, looking at his reddened abdomen, his eyes were full of panic: "What to do!? Why are you here, what to do! If Yuanshen is dead, Da Luo Immortal will not be able to save him! Why are you here, didn't I say that no one is allowed to come in, why did you come!"
"Ahem..."
Su Sifang spat out a mouthful of blood, but there was a smile on his lips: "Amitabha, this is my doom. Master has already predicted it and instructed it. Senior Sister Tong doesn't have to feel guilty, it's okay."
Hearing the familiar "Su's" tone, Sang Tong no longer doubted Su Sifang's identity. She hugged Su Sifang's upper body in her arms, held her bald head, and kept wiping her lips with her hands. of blood.
"Don't talk, don't talk, I'll take you out now, and use the Nine Heavens Returning to Origin Technique to heal your wounds, it's fine."
Su Sifang shook his head weakly: "There is no sun and moon in the painting, ahem... It's been five days outside, Li Jiaming and Bao Xiaoxuan can't come back, but you... haven't come out yet, I'm worried that you'll get lost in the painting, Just ask Lord Murong to help protect our physical bodies and come in to find you."
"What! I have only been in for a few hours at most, and I have been outside for five days!?"
"It must be the painting demon that slowed down the flow of time in the painting... Sifang is doomed, Senior Sister Tong, please find a way back."
"Don't talk, she can see us, I'll tell her to come out, Fangxin, I won't abandon you!"
"Ahem..."
Another spurt of blood spewed from Su Sifang's mouth, and he showed a farewell smile to Sang Tong, tilted his head, and closed his eyes.
"Su Sifang! Sifang! Wake up, don't sleep, open your eyes and look at me! Don't sleep! Do you hear me!?"
Sang Tong held Su Sifang in his arms, screaming shrilly, tears fell on Su Sifang's face.
But the person in his arms, no matter how Sang Tong shakes, remains motionless.
Blood flowed out silently from the wound on the abdomen, spreading all over the floor.
With a sound of "shua", Hua Yao appeared in front of Sang Tong, wearing white clothes and shoes, stepping on the blood that flowed from Su Sifang's body.
The blood stained the white shoes red.
Sang Tong's body trembled slightly, staring at his red eyes, and shouted fiercely: "Hua Yao!"
"I have a name, my name is Luo Ruyan."
The author has something to say: Hey hey hey, I think I'm so powerful.