Zhao Zhu himself doesn't know why. It seems that since he entered the "Terrorist Web Articles" readership and began to enter the world of horror web articles, even in reality, his chances of hitting evil and seeing ghosts are getting bigger and bigger. It may be so big that it is unbelievable, and this kind of thing happens to the top and bottom.

First, a hosta appeared inexplicably in the hospital where I worked, and then caused a supernatural incident in my hospital. Even Li Fan, who was stronger than Zhu Jianping in the group, also fell there; then in Xiong Zhiqi's house Next, I ran into a family that kept a corpse, and I almost got into trouble there; but today, it was originally because I had tasted the sweetness of some low-level consumables, and I was indeed a little "shy in my pocket". ”, I was thinking about whether I could get some objects with a little “reiki” or something that could really play a role from some so-called warlocks in order to prepare for the next mission to the world, but I encountered the present this situation;

Zhao Zhu himself was not sure whether the old monk was really dead, even if he was the one who just aimed the gun at the old monk's eyebrows and shot.

Now in this situation, Zhao Zhu is obviously a little helpless, but this does not mean that he has to wait here. The only conjecture that Zhao Zhu can agree with is that the old monk should be dead, but he is not dead. He should be Taking advantage of what he had arranged here, he allowed his soul to stay here, and even deliberately continued to control some things here.

It took Zhao Zhu only a short period of time from the initial emotional fluctuations to the complete recovery of his state of mind. From the painting in front of him, you can also see that the originally confused young man has become a little calm at this time, and it seems that It is because of the change in the mood of the young man's image that the strange atmosphere in this picture has been diluted a little. It seems that the picture scroll can indeed reflect a person's state of mind.

After all, Zhao Zhu has seen too much of this so-called supernatural thing during this period of time. Although he will be shocked every time he encounters it, he will not be intimidated. Moreover, Zhao Zhu's personality His extreme side has also begun to be exposed more and more. The most obvious thing is that he has less and less sense of disobedience when it comes to murder. Whether it is legal or moral, he can no longer shackle Zhao Zhu.

On the one hand, his life and death are uncertain, and he may die in the next mission world at any time. On the other hand, it is his own power and the power possessed by the people around him.

Zhao Zhu returned to the room, his eyes re-examined the room again, and then his eyes fell on the water jug ​​again, he picked up the water jug, reached out and grabbed a handful of tea residues, and put it in his mouth in, chewing;

No smell, no smell at all, no smell at all.

Zhao Zhu took a deep breath, he understood why there was no taste, because he was in the painting, when he walked into this room, it was actually equivalent to walking into the painting, the things in the painting can only provide you with "color" but Can't provide you with "smell and taste".

At this time, Zhao Zhu was also a little fortunate, fortunate that he did not follow the old monk into the house just now, but walked into the house by himself after shooting the old monk. If the old monk was still alive at this time and he was still in the painting, what would happen What will happen?

It is estimated that even if you have a gun in your hand, if you enter this painting, it will be meaningless and useless.

This is the advantage of being a cold-blooded executioner, simply not giving the opponent any chance to use his backhand. The villains in some TV series and movies always like to stay silent when they can kill the threat, and then be overturned at the end;

However, the question now is, knowing that you have entered the painting, how do you get out? Zhao Zhu did not expect that this so-called warlock of Jianghu actually had such a treasure in his hands. It is estimated that Zhu Jianping and Xiong Zhiqi would be surprised if they knew about it.

"Ignition?"

Zhao Zhu took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, but quickly shook his head and put it away again.

What should I do if I burn this painting and burn myself to death?

"Is there a formula? Is there a secret?"

Zhao Zhu shook his head again. The old monk was killed by himself first, and then he walked into this room. It was like walking into the painting. The old monk was already dead, so how could he still recite the spell?

This treasure should be triggered by no spell, and it should be able to run automatically...

"What exactly is it?"

Zhao Zhu walked to the elm box again, looking at the compass that was still spinning inside, with a hint of enlightenment on his face.

"Could it be that the compass in this room is working?"

Zhao Zhu once again picked up the heavy compass and looked it up and down carefully. He was very helpless. He didn't understand the compass, nor did he have any knowledge of it. If you can make a call, Zhao Zhu dialed Xiong Zhiqi's number again, and it was quickly connected:

"Hey, Brother Zhao, I'm on my way, I'll be there soon."

"Do you understand something like a compass?"

"Hey, are you saying that Taoist monks and monks show people what Feng Shui took?"

"Well, almost."

"I don't know."

"Does Zhu Jianping understand?"

"He probably won't either. The array diagram he gave you is on the booklet he snatched from someone else in the mission world."

"Then can you find anyone else who can do such a thing?"

"Brother Zhao, are you in a hurry?"

"It's urgent."

"Uh, I originally had a person who was considered a good friend. He was a Taoist priest and must be proficient in this kind of thing, but..."

"but what?"

"But his name is Yan Xing..."

"…"

"There is another girl who should also understand."

"Didn't you mean the one I just dismembered and packaged for delivery?"

"Uh, that's it."

"I'm trapped now and can't get out. I feel it has something to do with the compass in front of me."

"A labyrinth or a formation?" Xiong Zhiqi asked. "It seems that the wandering warlock really has some good things. I'm drooling."

"In the painting..."

"Fuck!! ... I hit the treasure, hey, brother driver, please drive faster, I'm in a hurry!"

"I mean to ask you to find someone..."

"Whoever you are looking for, I am a person."

"You don't say you won't..."

"That's right, I really don't know anything about battle formations, but I can break them. I have a lot of experience in breaking formations. Otherwise, how can I do so many group missions with dangerous and high mortality rates? Survived? You're a treasure, Brother Zhao, **** it, why are you so lucky, I don't have this **** luck."

"I just wanted to get some talisman paper. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Okay, Brother Zhao, I'm almost there, hey, I saw your car, wait, I'll be right there, hang up first."

Xiong Zhiqi hung up the call. Zhao Zhu licked his lips and put away the phone. He simply took a scroll of Buddhist scriptures from the elm box and came out to read it. Since Xiong Zhiqi was so confident, he wanted to open the painting. , it's only a matter of time before you let yourself out.

The Buddhist scriptures in the elm box are a bit strange, because there are very few scriptures in them, and they don't look like scriptures. They are more of a painting with some text, and the text looks like a mantra, and the picture is big. Most of them are also the method of knotting mudra and footwork that needs to be matched together.

"Is this a tantric handprint?" Zhao Zhu muttered to himself, "Why doesn't that monk practice it himself?"

If this is true, why didn't the monk practice by himself? If he practiced, if he wanted to subdue him or shoot him so easily, it might not be that simple.

After that, Zhao Zhu laughed, because he felt like he wanted to fork. The old monk was lame, and his footwork could not come out. He didn't cooperate with his footwork. How could he practice this mudra?

"Forget it, let's show them at that time, and if it works, let's practice together."

Zhao Zhu turned over the contents of the elm wood box again. Under several scrolls of scriptures, Zhao Zhu saw a string of beads. The beads were not very round, but they gave people a deep and atmospheric feeling. In his hands, he felt calm and even his breathing became more rhythmic and gentler than before.

"Isn't this thing a relic?"