A small village?

There is a huge gap between this and the skull fantasy picture in her memory...

The painting that imprisoned countless dead souls should be a scene of purgatory on earth.

Ming Xuechuan frowned, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

Could it be that...six thousand years ago, this skeleton illusion was not actually a monster?

The appearance of the skull phantom was completely different from what she knew.

From scrolls to murals.

So will the content of the painting and the nature of the painting be different?

Ming Xuechuan reached out and took the empty bluestone, examined it, and said to himself: "This is indeed the empty bluestone."

"Did you get it from the village in the painting?"

Lin Bujia nodded and recounted what happened after he entered the village.

At the same time, he finally understood.

It turns out that the reason why I couldn’t contact Miss Ming just now was because I entered the painting!

Thinking of this, Lin Bujia blinked and looked at the translucent Ming Xuechuan in front of him with some confusion.

"Miss Ming, aren't you at Changchun Gate? Why are you here?"

"And...how are you transparent?"

Ming Xuechuan glanced at Lin Bujia's empty shoulder.

"Of course I'm here to save you, and the current state...is the supernatural power of the Yang God to leave the body."

"The sun god is out of body?"

"You will understand when you reach the Nascent Soul stage."

Ming Xuechuan simply explained: "Ghosts are yin gods, and human souls are yang gods. The so-called Yuanying is also called yang god."

"My true body is still at Mount Hongfeng, so I used the power of the Yang God to leave my body and travel thousands of miles a day to get here in an instant."

Lin Bujia pointed to the Bodhi leaf in her hand and asked curiously: "But can this sword also leave the body?"

Ming Xuechuan said: "This is the illusion of the sword."

Lin Bujia was surprised and said: "Sword intent...can reach such a level?!"

"Sword intention is divided into four realms. This is the second realm, which is called the sword moving at will."

"I will talk to you about these in detail later, so let's not go too far now."

Ming Xuechuan shook his head, looked at the cliff, and stretched out his hand to touch: "You just said that a family of three from that village sent you out?"

She touched the stone wall, and there were faint ripples on it.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't directly enter the inside of the painting.

This skeletal phantom did not appear in the world, and even she could only destroy it by force from the outside.

It seems that if you want to enter, you must be recognized by the magic weapon itself...

Lin Bujia nodded: "Kong Qingshi was obtained from that lady."

He scratched his head and said hesitantly:

"Well... when I came out, in exchange for Kong Qingshi, I promised her something."

Only then did Lin Bujia realize that he might have been reckless.

Now that I think about it, since Huanxi Village is in the Skeleton Fantasy Picture, the people in it should also be part of this magic weapon.

If he fails to complete what he promised, will he turn into a demon and pull him into the painting in the middle of the night, and he will never be able to get out?!

There seems to be such legends often found in those folk tales...

It's okay, Miss Ming will definitely save him when the time comes!

Lin Bujia comforted himself.

Ming Xuechuan looked solemn: "What did you promise?"

Lin Bujia couldn't help but become nervous and swallowed: "She said that she lost a talisman that she had used to ask the immortal to come to the house in the early years."

"I hope I can help you search nearby and then return to the village to hand it over to her."

"The house-holding talisman?"

Ming Xuechuan frowned.

Her consciousness had already scanned a hundred miles around, but she didn't find any talismans at all...

Not to mention the talisman, there is not even a piece of paper——

"Paper? Wait..."

Ming Xuechuan was suddenly startled and lowered his head to look at the dark rice paper fragments.

These blackened rice papers were originally turned into cracks to lure people into traps.

But it seems that it itself may be part of the skull illusion?

Ming Xuechuan was thoughtful and waved his hand.

"call……"

An invisible wind blew by, and the pieces of pitch-black rice paper were put back together one after another.

But the strange thing is that this time, they did not form an irregular long and narrow crack.

Instead, it forms a regular rectangle.

Lin Bujia looked at the complete rectangular rice paper floating in mid-air in front of him in surprise.

This piece of rice paper is about three feet long and one foot wide.

It seems to be thicker than before.

Ming Xuechuan held the pitch-black rice paper in his hand and traced the paper with his slender fingers.

But there was no reaction on the rice paper.

She looked thoughtfully at Lin Bujia beside her.

The woman has designated Lin Bujia, so if that doesn't work, what can only he trigger?

"Come and try."

Ming Xuechuan threw away the rice paper in his hand.

"Ah I?"

Lin Bujiu hurriedly tried to catch it, but suddenly found in frustration that the rice paper was still supported by Ming Xuechuan's true energy, floating steadily in the air.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then said blankly: "Miss Ming, what should I try?"

"Take it first."

"oh……"

Lin Bujiu stretched out his hand and pinched both sides of the rice paper.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed on the dark paper.

Unexpectedly, two lines of words "Jie Zhen Study House, Ten Thousand Chongsen Luo" slowly emerged.

Written in gold lacquer, it is powerful and powerful, and reveals a trace of upright and peaceful Buddhist charm.

Faintly, everyone who saw it could hear Sanskrit sounds in a trance.

Lin Bujia was surprised: "This is...?"

Ming Xuechuan narrowed his eyes: "As expected."

"The village you entered should be the spirit consciousness of this skeleton illusion."

"The talisman she asked you to find should be this unveiling note."

"If I'm not wrong, this unveiling is the key to identifying the owner of the skull illusion."

"Once you take it off, you will be the owner of this magic weapon."

Lin Bujia opened his mouth, feeling incredible.

He just went in and did nothing. How could he become the master of the skeleton drama?!

This is too strange!

Moreover, isn't this, the magic weapon of the devil's powerful man?

"Miss Ming, should I expose it or not?"

Lin Bujia hesitated, subconsciously wanting to seek Ming Xuechuan's opinion.
To be continued...