Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 509: Divine Painting "Seven-Layered Realm Gate"

"What the hell is this?"

Tang Bingwen felt that this paint-like thing was eroding his Qi as soon as it approached his body, as if it was going to make some subtle changes to his Qi.

As an old killer, he instinctively felt uncomfortable.

"'Pigment', the big job of Wang family's 'divine painting'." Lu Ci was very familiar with this thing. After all, he and Wang Ai were close friends. When Wang Ai had just mastered this skill, he had come to him to show off.

"That's right." He Songling was full of pride, without any guilt or panic for using someone else's secret technique. "This thing can make your Qi be infused with the aura of the painting, turning it from three-dimensional to two-dimensional, so that it can be absorbed into the painting by the gods."

"What is that?" It was really difficult to explain two-dimensional or three-dimensional things to them these days, so He Songling simply stopped explaining and stretched out his hand to draw a square, followed by another square, and then another.

One inside the other, seven boxes glowed brightly on the ground in front of them.

"Come on!" He Songling took the lead and walked over. When he reached the top of the square frame on the ground, it was as if a hole opened up in the ground and his body fell down.

"Ah... where did he go?" The Tang Sect members looked at each other in bewilderment. Lu Ci was happy: "It's okay in the painting world. Just follow me."

After saying that, Lu Ci walked to the center of the square and slowly sank into the ground.

"I'll come too." Lu Huizhong believed her husband, so she walked over and sank into the ground.

When everyone saw that even He Songling himself, his wife and his apprentice had gone in, they naturally had no room to retreat. So, under the leadership of Tang Bingwen, one by one, like dumplings, they walked to the top of the box and sank into the ground.

"This is……"

Lu Huizhong opened her eyes again, and what she saw was an incredibly magnificent scene.

"This is the world in the painting. Those things seem to be local creatures, or they may be alien creatures. It's hard to say."

He Songling hugged Lu Huizhong from behind, and Lu Huizhong was so shocked that she stabbed He Songling in the abdomen. After seeing that it was him, she breathed a sigh of relief and complained: "You are trying to scare me to death."

"Hehehe, this is so exciting." He Songling said happily.

"I always feel that this thing is very dangerous." At this time, Tang Bingwen's voice was also heard. The Tang Sect had all entered the world in the painting.

"Well, I can't say what it is. It's hard for me to trigger this thing."

He Songling was telling the truth. When he used his innate Qi to attract the creatures in the painting world, they only had a little reaction. He didn't know if it was because the "Qi" in the painting world was different from the real world, so there was no reaction, or if they were simply cosmic creatures.

That’s right, in the world view of “Under One Person”, the earth is not an isolated individual, nor is it just a story of metaphysics and cultivation, but there are extraterrestrial creatures.

Later, at the Nadutong Company, Wang Zhenqiu, a temporary worker in the southwest region, carried with him a jelly-like alien who could help him do things that were unimaginable to earth creatures.

Before He Songling traveled through time, he had heard of this thing. It was said that it was a setting in the author Mi San's previous work. Wang Zhenqiu was a member of a team similar to the Ultra Guard. This team was specifically responsible for dealing with aliens. It seemed to be called "Da Ai Project". No wonder Wang Zhenqiu, this pervert, always liked to shout "Love Massage". So these distorted things in the world of the painting may not be alien creatures, or creatures from other dimensions.

However, since Yi Ren has been practicing painting for thousands of years, those famous painters in history, such as Gu Kaizhi and Wu Daozi, are fine. He is just an amateur painter, so naturally there is no risk.

He Songling's attitude towards these things that he has not thoroughly studied has always been this: since everyone is at peace, then let's just keep at peace. Not everyone is Batman, and they have to think of ways to deal with people when they see something.

"What you said makes sense. Although it feels a bit dangerous and has a lot of energy, since it has no effect on us, let's just leave it this way for now."

Tang Bingwen stroked his beard and nodded, then he said, "Are we just trapped in the painting?"

"this."

He Songling handed over the paint that could open eyes in the painting, "Open one eye, close the other. One eye looks outside the painting, the other looks inside the painting. Master...are you looking outside the painting or inside the painting?"

He Songling distributed the food to everyone, then looked at Tang Bingwen with ill intent.

"I feel like you are thinking about something very rude." Tang Bingwen's face suddenly turned dark, and then he dripped the stuff onto his only eye.

"So that's how it is!" Even though Tang Bingwen was knowledgeable, he was still amazed when he saw the outside perspective and the flat drawing they made on the ground.

However, the assassin king was meticulous after all. He asked again, "Then what should we do? If we walk on the ground with a painting, we will be discovered, right? If the Japanese bomb the ground, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape."

"That's not a problem. I'm prepared."

He Songling took out a few pieces of paper and waved them. "Lü Ci should know that the Wang family had many cards left by their ancestors. The old masters with superb painting skills sealed things in paintings. When the family was in trouble, they would open the paintings and release those things. We will use this method this time."

He Songling was almost killed by the cannon last time, so he began to reflect on it. This time he planned to use the "Seven Layers of Realm Gate" painted by the God to press the person into a flat surface, and then carry him away with his body.

Wang Bing, that kid, has little skills and is weak, so he can only draw the painting on the ground and cannot take the people away. This is normal. In addition to himself, there are seven other people, weighing at least 700 pounds. He cannot bear this weight alone.

But those who were taller than Wang Bing, He Songling, were at a loss. Let alone seven people, he was confident that he could draw hundreds of people from the Tang Sect on a few pieces of paper and take them away.

As for whether He Songling could escape successfully, the situation this time was different from that in Mianshan. As long as He Songling did not rush directly into the enemy's formation and become a target for cannons and machine guns, he was confident that he could escape.

"How do you know the other person's trump card?" Tang Bingwen asked doubtfully.

"Ahem." Lu Ci coughed loudly to cover up his embarrassment. Others didn't know what was going on, but as Wang Ai's best friend, he knew what was going on, but he didn't dare to say it.

"What do you care about me? Get ready to go!"

(End of this chapter)