My Death God Roommate

Sang Tong's eyes flashed, and the surrounding environment changed.

She looked around for a week, when she was on the street with a stone road under her feet. The street was surrounded by antique buildings.

The crowd was bustling, passing by from time to time, and there were steaming small stalls on the street, restaurants, tea shops, pawnshops, cloth shops, everything.

The people on the street were all dressed in Ming Dynasty costumes. Sang Tong keenly noticed that at the moment she appeared, everyone in this scene paused for a while, and quickly returned to the original state, each busy. Keep your own business.

Sometimes people looked at her, but there was no surprise in their eyes.

Sang Tong snorted coldly: "What a demon, I didn't expect to actually cultivate a world in painting."

She grabbed a person's collar casually: "Say, where is the painting demon?"

Passers-by looked at Sang Tong with dull gazes, and slowly said, "I don't know what it means."

Sang Tong pushed the people away, walked to the side of the street, found a small stall and sat down at random, put the peach wood sword on the table casually, and began to look at the street.

Looking at the people passing by, I was lost in thought.

These scenes should be the society in which the demon painting was created.

At that time, it was absolutely impossible for the painting monster to be wise, and this place should be the place where the author of that ancient painting lived.

When I was painting, I poured my strong emotions or memories into the painting, and became a part of the painting demon soul.

The painting demon may be hiding in the crowd, maybe the owner of the stall next to him, maybe hiding in the corner, watching his every move.

It is also possible that the painting demon is not here, this street is just a pure illusion.

How to find the true body of the painting demon?

After thinking hard for a long time, Sang Tong flashed a simple and rude method: kill all the people he had seen.

As soon as this thought came out, Sang Tong himself was shocked, his eyes closed slightly, and he repeatedly accused him of crimes in his heart.

Although the school she belongs to does not adhere to the precepts like the Buddhists, it also pays great attention to the character.

The evil thought of killing is enough to lead a cultivator astray.

An irritability surged in Sang Tong's heart and raised his hand to overturn the table.

With a "wow", the tea cup on the table broke to the ground, and people turned their faces, looked at Sangtong dumbly, and then turned back stiffly.

Seeing this scene, Sang Tong felt extremely bad. These people's movements were mechanical, their expressions were stiff, and their eyes were dull and dull, as if they were human puppets being moved by a string.

But these "puppets" look the same as real people, and in such an environment, anyone will feel uncomfortable.

suddenly! Sang Tong laughed.

She knows how to find the painting demon!

The spirit of this monster painting has just begun, so how complicated are human beings?

Although she can make the "people" in this illusion invisible a trace of flaws, 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 the painted monster!

Sang Tong hooked his mouth, lifted the peach wood sword and rushed into the street.

But she didn't notice that after she left, the table and tea cups that were overturned by her instantly recovered to their original state, and a mahogany sword was quietly placed on the shiny and polished tabletop.

She pulled at people and even threatened with a sword, but none of the "persons" showed any expressions of fear or astonishment. Every "person" looked at her with a sluggish gaze, and looked like "being slaughtered".

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth. Sang Tong tried dozens of times. Although she could not find the demon, she was able to confirm that her guess was correct.

"Cucumber, fresh, cucumber, each, top flower with thorns, a penny, five."

"Girl, come some?"

A strange scream attracted Sang Tong's attention. She turned her head, and the hawker was holding two baskets with fresh green cucumbers in it. The hawker's eyes were also dull, and her movements and words were very stiff.

She squinted her eyes, and just about to leave, she found something wrong...

The people here are like code that has been programmed. Everything is running step by step with "seemingly reasonable" logic.

But the woman in front of her, with her back to her and wearing a skirt, did not answer or leave after hearing the hawker's question.

He just took a cucumber from the basket and held it up to look at it, neither commenting on the cucumber nor bargaining the price.

Sang Tong clenched the mahogany sword tightly, lightened his steps, and walked towards the woman...

"Girl, buy some cucumbers?"

And the woman with her back to Sang Tong still did not answer.

Just when Sang Tong quietly walked less than five steps away from the "silent woman", the woman suddenly ran like the wind.

"stop!"

Sang Tong hurried to catch up. Everyone on the street kept a constant pace, only they were different!

The painting demon ran very fast, Sang Tong tried his best, and the painting demon always kept a distance of five meters from her.

Three turns and two turns led Sang Tong to the residential area.

In a six-foot-wide alley, the painting monster ran to the end first and turned around.

Sang Tong followed, but at the corner, he ran into a person head-on, and with an exclamation, both of them sat on the ground.

No matter what, Sang Tong stabbed with his sword, but the sword's edge stopped an inch away in front of the incoming person.

"Su Sifang!?"

"Senior Sister Tong, why are you running in such a hurry? Have you seen the painting demon?"

With that, Su Sifang patted the dust on his body, stood up first, and stretched out a hand toward Sang Tong.

Sang Tong stared at Su Sifang's eyes, and there was a glimmer of light in her eyes. She grabbed Su Sifang's hand and pulled it abruptly. Su Sifang's feet were unstable and hit Sang Tong's body.

At the same time, Sang Tong raised the peach wood sword and pierced Su Sifang's abdomen. With a "poof", the two opposing forces increased the lethality, and Su Sifang was stabbed through.

Sang Tong's face was splashed with blood!

"Uh!" Su Sifang groaned, his body softened and hit Sang Tong's body. Sang Tong couldn't support it and fell backward.

The two lay on the corner of the alley like this, with Sang Tong below, and Su Sifang's body was pressed against Sang Tong's body through a half-inch mahogany sword.

"Little painting demon, take it to death, don't think that if I can't use mana, I can't help you."

"Cough cough cough...Sister Tong, I am Quartet."

Sang Tong kicked Su Sifang off her body, stood up, wiped the blood off her face, looked at Su Sifang condescendingly, with one foot on her chest: "I am chased by me and I have nowhere to go. I want to use this method to get out. ?"

While talking and increasing the strength on her feet, Su Sifang's khaki-colored monk robe was half dyed red. She held the peach wood sword inserted in her abdomen in one hand and Sang Tong's ankle in the other. Her face was purple and her eyes were bloodshot. .

She showed a guilty and tolerant smile to Sang Tong, and said intermittently: "I'm sorry, Senior Sister Tong... Back then, I was young and ignorant, peeked at your past, cough cough... After you found out, I was silent. Needless to say, I went through the blunder. After so many years, I have not apologized to you... I'm sorry."

The people at his feet said that the painting demon couldn't know, and Sang Tong was shocked by the past of her and Su Sifang.

Raising his feet, kneeling down beside Su Sifang, looking at his red-stained abdomen, his eyes panicked: "What do you do!? Why are you here, what do you do! If the soul is dead, the **** Daluo can't be saved! Why are you here? Didn't I say that no one is allowed to come in? Why are you here!"

"Ahem..."

Su Sifang spouted a mouthful of blood, but there was a smile on his lips: "Amitabha, this is my calamity. Master had expected it a long time ago, and he has also ordered it. Senior Sister Tong doesn't have to feel guilty, it's fine."

Hearing the familiar "Su Clan" accent, Sang Tong no longer doubted Su Sifang's identity. She hugged Su Sifang's upper body in her arms, holding her bare head, and constantly rubbing her lips with her hands. Blood.

"Don't talk, don't talk, I will take you out now, and use the Nine Days Returning Technique to heal you, it's okay."

Su Sifang shook his head weakly: "There is no sun or moon in the painting, cough cough... It has been five days outside, Li Jiaming and Bao Xiaoxuan can't come back, but you...but never came out. I'm worried that you will be lost in the painting. Here, please ask Donor Murong to help protect our bodies and come in to find you."

"What! I only came in for a few hours at most, and five days passed outside!?"

"It must be the painting demon, which has slowed down the flow of time in the painting... The Quartet is already doomed. Sister Tong, please find your way back."

"Don't talk first, she can see us, I tell her to come out, heart, I won't leave you behind!"

"Ahem..."

Su Sifang spouted another stream of blood, smiled farewell to Sang Tong, tilted his head and closed his eyes.

"Su Sifang! Sifang! You wake up, don't sleep, you open your eyes and look at me! Don't sleep! Hear you!?"

Sang Tong hugged Su Sifang, crying sternly, and tears fell on Su Sifang's face.

But the person in her arms, no matter how swayed by Sang Tong, he remained motionless.

The blood flowed silently from the wound in the abdomen and filled the ground.

With a "swish", the painting demon appeared in front of Sang Tong, dressed in white clothes and shoes, stepping on the blood stains flowing from Su Sifang's body.

The blood stained the edge of the white shoes.

Sang Tong trembled slightly, staring at his flushed eyes, and shouted fiercely, "Drawing a demon!"

"I have a name, my name is Luo Ruyan."

The author has something to say: Hey hey, I feel so good.