The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 132 There are no gods in this world, and you are the ones who write history! (2)

Can't finish eating?
As soon as this idea appeared, the artist himself was taken aback.

He took a closer look, and his face, which was originally calm and even had a confident smile, suddenly changed color in shock.

The thing in the sack...is the living ghost in the painting wall!

Song Lanyi was puzzled by everyone in the stands, and lifted the sack, and what was exposed in the sack was nothing but a handsome man who was not inferior to a woman.

Some of them have handsome faces, which are actually comparable to the young ladies specially raised in the flower house.

Seeing this scene, everyone below exclaimed, "Which family is this son, who is so beautiful."

Song Lanyi mentioned the ghost, and saw that the latter had a fierce look in his eyes. How could he have the charming and pitiful appearance in the painting wall before?

Song Lanyi pressed lightly with his thumb on the waist and abdomen of the ghost.

It's just that pointing down gave her a weird feeling.

It was as if, under the skin, except for the bones, it was empty, and there were no flesh and blood meridians that a human being possessed.

Song Lanyi took another look at the ghost, where the ghost didn't see, her pupils rotated slowly, the pupils were deep and pitch black, like a bottomless cold pool.

After a few breaths, she had some calculations in her mind.

Just at this time, there was another murmur from the audience, "Poor, such a handsome young man was tied up in a sack like this."

As soon as the words came out, many people nodded in approval.

It's just that more people are holding a bystander attitude.

Didn't you see those strange men jumping out of the painted walls?

Why are these people hiding in the painted walls, and why did Song Lanyi drag them out...

These all need to be carefully considered.

Listening to the discussion in the audience, the painter couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

But when he looked at Song Lanyi, he suddenly changed his face.

"Little girl, these are all the helpers I invited. Why do you make things difficult for us craftsmen? Farmers rely on the sky to eat, and we rely on people to eat. This is an iron rice bowl. Don't cut off our livelihood."

"Craftsman?" Song Lanyi raised his brows, holding the back of the monster's neck, directly pulled out the dagger from his waist, and slashed hard along the center of the monster's back neck, which is the spine.

I saw a piece of human skin moving like flying with Song Lanyi's ten fingers, and took off from the ghost's skeleton.

The crowd screamed at first, implying that Song Lanyi was some kind of insane murderer who killed people in broad daylight.

But after a while, everyone heard the usual cursing from the sprite's mouth, and slowly came back to their senses.

Which family's son, after being skinned, can still swear as usual?
Song Lanyi saw that everyone slowly reacted, and then looked at the painter who knew that the lie had been exposed, and his legs were shaking like chaff, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Now I finally know that this is not a human, but a mountain spirit, right?

But before she was completely relieved, she suddenly saw an old woman under the stage. She was crying and fell to her knees with a plop.

"God! My family offended He Bo last year, and the flood washed away the fields. I wonder if the old god can bestow magic spells, so that we don't have to live in the city, and suffer with hammering here and there?"

Hearing this, the crowd who had been fascinated by various gods fell down in a large crowd.

Even those who don't believe in gods very much, when they saw this miraculous scene at this moment, they also knelt on the ground and bowed to the skeleton frame with the idea of ​​disbelief.

At this moment, Song Lanyi stood on the high platform, looking down at the people below, and suddenly felt chills all over.

This kind of cold is not the kind of cold that a small wind blows in the cold spring.

Instead, a chill came from the bottom of my heart, and then spread to my limbs bit by bit, layer by layer, one after another, as if covered by frost, naked between the sky and the earth, so that in the end, my arms were covered with frost. Thin goosebumps, when you touch it with your fingers, you can feel the slightly raised erector pilaris.

She wanted to be angry, to scream loudly, and to tell the group of amiable and respectable but pitiful people below—they were all liars.There are no gods in the world, and it is not the gods who really write miracles in history, but themselves.

When the painter saw her, his legs returned to normal at some point. He looked at Song Lanyi, smiled contemptuously, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only Song Lanyi and he could hear, "Look, what are you doing for this?" The group of foolish people spoke out, and instead of thanking you, they were grateful to me, the chief culprit. Dare you say that you don’t have any resentment in your heart?"

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and laughed again, "You don't have to ask for trouble anymore. Little girl, let me tell you, the water in this southern border is deeper than you imagined. The people in this place are deeper than you imagined." Even more stupid! So stupid that when you ride on their necks, eat their flesh raw, and drink their blood thirsty, they will smile and bow their heads, just like the most humble and lowly slaves..."

Before the last slave finished speaking, Song Lanyi punched him directly.

There was a dull collision sound, the painter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Song Lanyi fiercely, and spat out two fallen back molars with a "bah", "Do you know who I am?"

Song Lanyi sneered, this time, she directly punched and kicked at each other, causing the painter to run away with his head in his arms, screaming in pain, even the paintbrush in his hand was trampled in half by Song Lanyi's foot.

"It doesn't matter who you are. I just want to tell you one thing, people from the underworld come to the yang world, and after receiving the incense in the yang world, they have to abide by the rules of the yang world!"

"Here, if it's a tiger, you have to lie down; if it's a dragon, you have to coil up!"

After saying this, Song Lanyi followed the example of the painter, and whispered in the painter's ear, "Since you think that the underworld has the style of the underworld, let me show you the rules of the underworld. "

Yang Jian's rules?
The painter was taken aback, not knowing what Song Lanyi meant by saying this suddenly.

The next moment, the flow of people in the distance suddenly spread outwards, and then diverted from both sides. A group of guards riding tall horses, hale and cold in armor, came over with swords and halberds.

Seeing the scene on the stage, they seemed a little shocked, and subconsciously looked at Niu Dali in the crowd.

This... is what Shi Zi said... the weak Song Lanyi who was bullied by others?
But looking at the dead and wounded appearance, I don't know, I thought it was a female thug who came out of nowhere.

But this does not affect their completion of the task.

The leading guard walked up to the painter, without even looking at the sprites lying on the ground, and shouted coldly, "Take all these monsters... away!"

　Today is over~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)