Chapter 138 There Is Kun in the North Ming Dynasty, Which Turns Into Peng

Chu Zihang turned off the phonograph.

Girls all over the room fell straight to the ground.

Han Ye, who was curled up into a ball, also shivered less.

But the senior brother still read the sense of loss in the boy's eyes.

His beautiful eyes were gray and seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

The senior brother called him twice.

Then he shook his finger in front of Han Ye's eyes.

The boy just hugged his knees and huddled up, showing no reaction.

The senior brother gave Chu Zihang a solemn look.

He shook his head.

The two of them looked at the gramophone at the same time, thoughtfully.

The senior brother seemed to have thought of something and opened his eyes wide.

He stood up quickly and pressed down on the fallen girl's arm, sinking his fingers slightly to feel the feedback.

Then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He picked up the big sword and made a gash on the girl's arm, which he thought was an alchemy tool.

What was opened was not flesh and blood, but something similar to leather.

Underneath the leather were steely black scales.

The senior brother's pupils shrank.

Seeing this, Chu Zihang remained silent, and when he mentioned Murasame, he steadily and accurately cut open the leather covering the doll's body like a good knife master handling ingredients.

Thus, the ugly Deadpool was exposed.

"Unexpectedly..."

Senior brother murmured.

"It's Deadpool."

It was as if thunder spread across the sky.

The senior brother muttered to himself in a daze.

"Control Deadpool..."

"The technology to control Deadpool..."

He recalled the scene not long ago when a room full of girls danced like a party.

And now, he knows.

Those dancing are all Deadpools.

"etc."

The senior brother looked solemn.

"In that case, the method Qian Mian uses to control these Deadpools is..."

He turned his attention to the gramophone.

"music!"

This is not hard to guess.

Anyone can come to this conclusion as long as they connect the various scenes that happened before.

Let’s put the principle aside for now.

Analysis of the information obtained so far.

Thousand Faces can make Deadpool dance by playing songs like "Fur Elise."

Then, presumably he can also use similar means to order Deadpool to attack.

Suddenly, a doubt appeared in his mind.

Where is Han Ye?

If Deadpool reacts to "Symphony of Destiny", it can be explained as the moving hands and feet of a thousand faces.

What happened to Han Ye?

The senior brother shook his head.

"I think we've discovered something remarkable."

Chu Zihang glanced around, as seriously as he wanted to imprint all the details in this room in his mind.

Suddenly, the boy's eyes stopped on the easel in the corner.

There is also a stack of picture frames placed against the wall.

Chu Zihang lifted the cloth on the frame.

"This is the case that happened in Russia."

Senior brother said from the side.

The girl in the oil painting is posing in a certain religious metaphorical posture. The author painted it with delicate brushstrokes, giving people a twisted and strange beauty.

Chu Zihang opened the sheets of cloth covering the oil paintings.

Every painting.

Just a dying victim.

"madman."

Senior brother gritted his teeth.

Finally, the two stood in front of the easel covered with cloth.

They noticed that looking sideways from this angle, all the doll girls could be seen.

It's not hard to imagine such a scenario.

Qian Mian sat in front of his easel and meditated on his creation. He occasionally looked back and smiled as he watched the deadpools dressed in girl skins dancing to the melody of "Female Elise".

"Beethoven would have cried."

The senior brother sighed.

Chu Zihang lifted the cloth on the easel.

Even an outsider can tell that this painting was completed only a short time ago.

Even the paint on it wasn't dry.

What comes into view is a simple church.

Dome chandeliers, stained glass with angels and saints, rows of dark wooden chairs solemnly displayed, and at the front is the pulpit used by the pastor to preach. Just behind the pulpit, on the wall, a girl poses with the crucifixion of Jesus. The posture, arms stretched out, legs together, head tilted to one side, bright red blood flowing from the wounds on her hands and feet, the girl's shadow outlines abstract wings behind her, not the wings of an angel, giving people a closer impression The bat wings of the fallen angel.

"The next victim."

Senior brother said.

This is obvious. With more than forty previous paintings, it is not difficult to see that Qian Mian has a habit of painting his victims.

Maybe he painted first and then committed the crime.

This madman seems to regard killing as some kind of artistic creation process.

Human life, perhaps in his eyes, is just an item like oil paint.

Chu Zihang stared deeply at the oil painting.

"Susie."

He said.

“Find a church.”

He described the scene in the oil painting.

"The Thousand Faces are here."

"receive."

Susie answered crisply.

Perhaps considering that there is a certain degree of exaggeration in oil painting creation, and it is easy to make mistakes based on the church, Chu Zihang spoke again.

"There is another girl. Finding her is Qianmen's next goal."

His eyes fell on the girl's wrist in the oil painting.

Thousand Faces focused on this part when creating.

It probably has some special meaning.

Chu Zihang described the girl's characteristics to Su Qian.

"She has a, purple wristband."

Church, cold darkness.

The girl wakes up from a deep coma.

Her face turned pale, and the dizziness caused by blood loss made her shake her head vigorously.

"Are you awake?"

She heard the man say to herself.

Gentle and warm, like a lover calling in your ear in the early morning.

"you……"

It was just one word. The girl lowered her head weakly. She was too weak to speak a complete sentence.

"Please be quiet, be quiet."

The man made a shushing gesture and smiled slightly.

He lowered his head to mix the paint, moved briskly, hummed a piece by Mozart, and danced a few steps in time with the beat, with a cheerful smile on his lips, just like the ambitious aristocratic young man of the last century who was ready to make a career in the painting industry.

"I said so, miss."

He used an admiring tone.

"You really inspire me!"

"You know, I was completely captured the first time I saw you!!"

The man's arms slid into several arcs in the air, like a conductor in Vienna's Golden Hall.

"Totally, completely, captive!"

"My dear lady, if it were you, I would definitely understand!"

He looked at the girl affectionately.

The girl who was nailed to the wall like a suffering saint.

Blood flowed down from the hideous wounds on the girl's hands and feet.

"How beautiful."

"Flowers blooming from the putrid sludge."

"When you are in the dark night, your heart is toward the light."

"Your mysterious and unknown past, like tulips swaying in the night, deeply attracts me."

The painter murmured intoxicatedly.

"I can guarantee that you will be the most perfect work of my life!"

He looked at the girl with nostalgia, his eyes so clean and clear, reminding him of a child wearing shorts and short sleeves on a hot summer day.

However, children represent more than innocence.

Their exuberant curiosity has nowhere to go.

It can also drive them to pluck the wings of a dragonfly or butterfly, watch the insect's twisted struggle as it dies, and then laugh like a silver bell.

Naive neighbors are called cruel.

"He...he..."

The girl said intermittently.

Just these two words took up all the strength in my body.

At this moment, she looked like a dragonfly or butterfly with its wings plucked out.

It makes people feel uncomfortable when they see it.

The girl's voice was small.

She was too weak to speak loudly.

But the man still heard it.

"he?"

The man raised his head and recalled.

"Let me think, let me think."

"Oh, yes!"

The man suddenly realized.

"You mean, that Mr. Don Quixote."

"Haha, I have to admit, I sometimes make mistakes."

The man shook his head mockingly.

"At that time in the Internet cafe, I thought he was just an ordinary bad person."

"I didn't expect that he was actually a brave knight."

"I dare say that even those four annoying guys together can't compare to the surprise that this Mr. Don Quixote gave me."

"His bravery, his nobility, his determination, his astuteness."

"It's really impressive."

"pity."

The man chuckled.

After all, he is just a human being.

"But it's amazing that a mere mortal can do this."

"If I hadn't set an iron rule for myself that I would only choose women as art materials."

"That gentleman may have a more perfect work than yours."

The painter sighed regretfully.

It seemed like he felt truly sorry from the bottom of his heart.

The fire in the girl's eyes suddenly dimmed.

It seemed to be the spiritual pillar that kept her awake despite the blood loss and pain.

Collapsed instantly.

"Is it……"

"he……"

"Dead."

The man who was carefully mixing the paint turned his head and looked at the depressed girl curiously.

"Speak of it."

"It's very strange."

"You asked about the assistant's job, not for yourself, but for the knight."

"And that gentleman knight."

The man laughed with interest.

"It seems that the reason for coming to me is to protect you."

There was a look of anticipation in his eyes, like a rattlesnake swallowing a message.

"do you know."

Speak slowly.

"He died for you."

The man relished in admiring the girl's appearance as she was gradually swallowed up by despair.

Like drinking fine wine.

"That's it, that's it."

The man muttered unconsciously.

"How beautiful."

The girl is getting colder.

The man's last words echoed in his mind.

Over and over again.

I'll just... leave it like this.

she thinks.

There is no helping hand.

There is no exit either.

This is fine, you can sleep comfortably without having to worry about nightmares.

But why are you still unwilling to give in?

the girl thought.

Lu Mingfei, your name is Lu Mingfei, right? That kid.

Really, does this happen when a person is about to die?

Memories have become like those of an old woman.

Yes, that child should be called Lu Mingfei.

she thinks.

I'm going abroad.

Will you study hard?

But you can’t learn from me.

If he studies hard, that child will probably become a very powerful person in the future.

Find a place and plant lots and lots of sunflowers.

Not like me.

Obviously like them so much.

But he didn't dare to approach.

So beautiful, so dazzling, so beautiful.

Those are my words.

Probably, the wound will be burned by the sunflower.

The girl could no longer open her eyes.

She vaguely saw someone walking towards her.

"yes……"

She said in a dreamy voice.

"Is it you?"

"I see you have been absent-minded all night."

Su Xiaoqiang said to Lu Mingfei.

"What's wrong? Are you worried?"

"Um."

Lu Mingfei stared at the young man's face reflected in the cup of Coke.

Finally he came to the class party.

At noon, I called the network administrator of the Girls' Children's Palace.

no problem.

Excluding them, the only objects of whim are Little Devil and Old Tang.

Wait, I almost forgot about Han Ye.

It's true to say that this person is too poor to buy a mobile phone, and he can't be contacted even if he wants to, which is a headache.

Fortunately, in the evening, the stress that was lingering in my heart suddenly disappeared.

Alert lifted.

In this way, it doesn't matter whether it is the little devil Old Tang or Han Ye.

Their lives are no longer in danger.

Lu Mingfei should have breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes.

I should have breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't.

On the contrary, as time passed, a vague and strange feeling always enveloped his heart.

Like dark clouds gathering before a rainstorm.

Something very bad is about to happen.

But what made Lu Mingfei frown was.

He didn't know what was about to happen.

The severely injured spirit and the bronze mask made him make several deductions but to no avail.

Calculating carefully, Lu Mingfei has only been practicing martial arts for about half a month. Even though he has spent a lot of time on spiritual cultivation, his mental strength is not even close to inhuman.

The previous perception of Old Tang was, on the one hand, the inexplicable connection between him and Old Tang, and on the other hand, he borrowed the bronze mask, which is the cultivation base of Yama.

But things are different now. Suppressing Norton is the first. Although both he and Yama have paid the price, the most important part must be shouldered by Yama. Otherwise, with his small body and inhuman cultivation, how can he bear such a terrifying thing? Backlash.

In any case, Norton is the Dragon King.

They are among the few powerful men in the dragon world.

How can it be so easy to suppress such people?

"I heard about your last speech."

Su Xiaoqiang said.

"What?"

Lu Mingfei was distracted.

Su Xiaoqiang glanced at him.

"Practice martial arts."

she says.

"That's the speech you made when you asked everyone to practice martial arts with you."

"Oh, this."

Lu Mingfei remembered.

"Xiwu, do you mean Bajiquan and Wing Chun?"

Su Xiaoqiang asked.

"Bajiquan?"

Lu Mingfei was absent-minded.

"No, what I'm talking about is different from these martial arts routines."

"oh."

"no the same."

Su Xiaoqiang's eyes were full of curiosity.

"What that is, I don't know."

The world froze.

All the students at the dining table were gone.

The little devil in a black suit sat opposite Lu Mingfei.

The lights in the hall gradually dimmed.

In the end, there was only one lamp left, providing dim sunset-like light for the two of them in the center of the dining table.

Shrouded in such light, it seems as if the world is coming to an end.

Lu Mingfei looked at the little devil, and a strange thought suddenly came to his mind.

His clothes look like mourning clothes.

Lu Mingfei blurted out.

"Are you going to someone's funeral?"

The little devil said nothing.

He just looked at Lu Mingfei sadly.

Quiet, wordless, silent.

And so huge.

This sadness seems to drown the whole world.

Lu Mingfei suddenly became upset and angry.

""What are you doing?

he shouted.

"You look at me as if I'm going to die."

Lu Mingze sat solemnly on the chair.

The look reminded me of a priest preaching in a church.

Wait, church.

Lu Mingfei's head buzzed.

It was like a switch had been flipped.

The opportunity came on a whim.

This is the church.

who is it! who is it! who is it!

Lu Mingfei clenched his fists, and the wooden chopsticks broke into two pieces in his hand, making a crisp sound.

He glanced down.

Indifferent and calm.

Lu Mingfei raised his head again and looked at the little devil.

"who is it?"

The little devil pointed to the wall.

There is a huge oil painting on it.

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank.

He saw the girl who looked like a suffering saint.

And the girl's purple wristband.

"It's her."

Lu Mingfei sighed softly.

"Where."

Lu Mingfei asked.

The little devil looked at him sadly.

Shake his head.

"It's too late."

"elder brother."

"She could only last three minutes at most."

"You are almost half a city apart."

"It's too late."

Lu Mingfei looked at the oil painting quietly.

he asks.

"Where is the church?"

The little devil stared deeply at the young man's profile.

It's really different.

he thinks.

Brother, what happened to you?

Martial arts?

He saw something in this young man that was as unshakable as a mountain.

Even if we are at the end of our rope at this moment, everything will come to an end.

This young man can also turn the sky upside down.

"If I told you."

said the little devil.

"Brother, what will you do?"

Lu Mingfei said it as a matter of course.

"Run over and save people."

His eyes were so calm.

Just like what Lu Mingze said before about a city taking three and a half minutes, these are insignificant.

"That's it."

Lu Mingze pointed at the wall.

The oil painting becomes the map.

At one end is the restaurant where Lu Mingfei is.

At one end is the church.

Indeed, as the little devil said, it spans half the city.

While giving the map, Lu Mingze also marked the route thoughtfully.

Rushing from Lu Mingfei's place to the church, taking a small path to cross the wall, and using various imaginative methods, it is estimated that only the world's top parkour athletes can have a certain chance of completing it.

But I have to admit that this is indeed the most feasible route.

This is true even for hybrids.

But ah.

He is Lu Mingfei.

It is also Yama.

"Change one."

said the boy.

"Take the rooftop, there's more."

"Um."

Halfway through, Lu Mingfei thought of something and chuckled.

"Give me a straight line."

"Between two points, a straight line is the shortest."

The little devil's eyes were strange.

Go in a straight line?

How can we walk in a straight line with so many tall buildings in the middle?

The doubt was just fleeting.

The little devil didn't dig into it.

If you want to say why.

The person in front of me is my brother.

The brother who suppressed Norton.

This is enough.

"as you wish."

Lu Mingze said humbly.

The original route that was as winding as Mount Akina has disappeared.

The red route started from the restaurant where Lu Mingfei was, and moved forward with overwhelming momentum. No matter whether it was a twenty-story building or the Ferris wheel in the amusement park, they all had to bow their heads and offer their loyalty to the patrolling king.

"It's done, brother."

"Between two points, a straight line is the shortest."

The little devil looked expectantly.

"So, brother, what are you going to do next?"

"How to do it?"

Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

It was like the little devil said something so simple that it made people laugh.

He said in a tone of "Do you even need to ask?"

"Of course, rush over and save people."

He took one last look at the map and seared it into his mind.

"I remember you just said, there are still three minutes, right?"

The little devil nodded in affirmation.

"enough."

"Speaking of which, I seem to have said before that the bronze and fire language spirit candle dragon you demonstrated that time is very similar to the secret art of the Ministry of Fire. See you in the sun."

Lu Mingfei seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be explaining to the little devil.

"Actually, I'm not good at the fire and ice skills."

"There are two main things I rely on."

"One is also the fundamental law, the secret record of dragon and snake."

"And the other one is called the Hundred Forms of Divine Beasts."

He looked at Lu Mingze and suddenly asked confusedly.

"Have you heard of Kunpeng?"

The little devil was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and then replied.

"The giant beast in Zhuangzi's Xiaoyaoyou, there is Kun in the North Ming Dynasty."

"yes."

Lu Mingfei smiled softly.

he read.

Every word spoken seemed to have a ring of bells and drums.

"There is a Kun in the North Ming Dynasty, which turned into a roc."

The young man solemnly recited the name of the mythical beast.

It seems to be as heavy as a thousand mountains.

Just listen to him.

"Kunpeng."