Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 637: The Man Who Paints Hell

Who is painting hell?

In the mysterious gallery, Feng Qingyan's mind was shaken, and he suddenly looked towards the end of the gallery.

Unfortunately, the Wanli Gallery was not a straight line, and there was thick black fog rolling around, making it impossible for him to see the end.

As we continue to go deeper into the gallery.

Feng Qingyan discovered that more and more ghosts were fleeing in panic.

He also saw many ghosts, at least some great scholars, or even great sages, but they all looked terrified...

What on earth is chasing them?
Feng Qingyan was very confused.

Also, where did these ghosts escape from?

Is it in the painting?
At this moment, he was examining a dark painting, and vaguely saw a ghost struggling out of the painting, so he stood aside and watched. A moment later, he saw a terrified ghost struggling out of the painting little by little, screaming and running away frantically.

Feng Qingyan frowned as he looked at the fleeing ghost.

When he turned his head, he saw another ghost struggling frantically out of the painting.

They were all terrified. After struggling free, they ran away madly, not daring to stay for a moment.

When the twelfth ghost was about to struggle out of the painting, it was suddenly grabbed by something and dragged back into the painting.

but.

In the painting, Feng Qingyan can see the ghost being dragged back, but he cannot see what is dragging the ghost.

This made him even more confused and curious.

In the painting, the captured ghost struggles terrified and frantically, but is unable to break free and is dragged away bit by bit.

As for where to drag it to?

No one knows what happened to Feng Qingyan because he was dragged out of the border.

"What the hell is this?"

Feng Qingyan's brows were tightly furrowed, and he was extremely surprised that even he couldn't notice it.

He moved on to the next painting.

Ok?
At this moment he was stunned for a moment, and saw that the ghost being dragged away by something actually appeared in the next painting.

Are these two paintings connected?

He took a look and found that the chaotic ink seemed to be drawing a broken underworld.

This underworld gave him a feeling that was both familiar and strange, which was very strange.

It's not the underworld.

But, it also looks a bit like the underworld.

After a while.

The ghost is dragged out of the border again and appears in the third painting.

At this moment, he saw more and more ghosts being dragged, and seemed to be dragged deeper into the gallery.

All the ghosts that were dragged, no matter how strong or weak, could not break free.

His face was full of fear.

and.

The atmosphere emanating from the painting became even more oppressive and painful.

He also discovered that all ghosts that were dragged would show feelings of remorse, as if they were deeply regretting something.

What exactly are these ghosts being dragged by?

Invisible or invisible?
Feng Qingyan examined it carefully, but still could not find any clues, as if it did not exist.

It shouldn't be.

At this moment, he used the magical power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle", and two pairs of eyes instantly penetrated the scroll and fell on the world in the painting.

But still, nothing was seen.

It seems not to exist.

“Is it really not there?”

Feng Qingyan frowned, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

And at this moment, he had already discovered that these scrolls were no longer just scrolls.

They seem to be real worlds.

He walked on with doubts.

while walking.

At some point, the gallery began to change.

Unknowingly, it has become a gloomy and terrifying underworld.

There were countless ghosts fleeing in panic all around, but before they could get far, they seemed to be caught by something and dragged towards the depths of the underworld.

At this moment Feng Qingyan stopped again.

This aura is undoubtedly from the underworld, but just as mentioned before, it is familiar yet strange.

And it's very shabby.

It seems as if it has collapsed countless times at some unknown time.

Only ruins remain.

He examined it for a while, then squatted down, picked up a handful of soil and smelled it.

He smelled the wisp of pain and oppression.

There is also the breath of endless years.

Not long after, he used the magical power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle" again, but did not find anything.

"I won't go to hell! I won't go to hell..."

A ghost ran towards him, his face full of fear, and his soul was shaking violently. While running away frantically, he was still shouting...

Feng Qingyan suddenly looked at the ghost and said, "I won't go to hell? What does that mean?"

"I won't go to hell! I won't go to hell..."

The ghost screamed crazily.

boom!
The ghost suddenly bumped into Feng Qingyan.

However, Feng Qingyan stood still while the ghost flew backwards.

When the ghost got up, it stared at Feng Qingyan with its eyes wide open in fear, as if it couldn't believe it. But at this moment, it seemed to sense something, and its soul body trembled violently.

It slowly turned its head and looked back.

His face was pale.

At this moment, its soul was shaking even more violently.

puff!
It knelt down suddenly.

When it knelt down, it seemed that the invisible being behind it did not try to catch it. But it did not leave either, but just quietly stayed behind the ghost...

Feng Qingyan looked carefully, but still couldn't see what was following the ghost. Then, his eyes fell on the ghost, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Tell me, why don't you go to hell?"

"I'm not going to hell, I'm not going to hell..."

The ghost just murmured in fear.

"There has to be a reason, right?"

Feng Qingyan Road.

At this time, the ghost looked back again, then lay down in horror and dared not move, just muttering: "I won't go to hell, I won't go to hell..."

"There has to be a reason not to go to hell."

Feng Qingyan Road.

"I, I'm innocent, I'm innocent!"

The ghost seemed to have thought of something and said with great surprise.

However, the existence behind it was still there, staring at it coldly, ready to drag it away at any time...

"It said it was not guilty."

Feng Qingyan pondered for a moment and said to the ghost behind him.

However, the invisible presence behind the ghost is still there, and it seems that it has not given up on capturing the ghost.

"I am innocent, I will not go to hell, I am innocent, I will not go to hell..."

The ghost muttered madly.

However, the invisible existence behind it still seems to think it is guilty and should go to hell...

At this point, Feng Qingyan gradually understood a little bit, and continued to test, "It said it is innocent and will not go to hell!"

Nothing seems to be working.

"I say, it is innocent and will not go to hell."

Feng Qingyan hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

At this moment, the ghost suddenly widened its eyes and looked behind it in horror, with an expression of disbelief in its eyes. It looked around, as if the terrifying existence had really left and was no longer chasing it. And it seemed to be innocent.

No more going to hell.

It couldn't believe it, and didn't seem to understand why those terrifying beings would let it go and not capture it. That's right, it seemed that if the terrifying being in front of it said it was not guilty, those terrifying beings would stop trying to capture it.

Just when Feng Qingyan thought that it was still ineffective.

The ghost suddenly bowed down.

When Feng Qingyan saw this, he was slightly startled. Could it be that the invisible existence behind the ghost had left?

But why did he leave?
Could it be because of what I just said?
Could it be that my identity as the Emperor of Shang in my previous life could influence the mysterious world before me?
He is indeed the Emperor of Heaven and Earth and should not be underestimated.

"What's chasing you?"

At this moment Feng Qingyan asked quickly so as not to miss the opportunity.

However, the ghost did not seem to hear it, and continued to bow in awe, and then ran away.

Feng Qingyan was speechless. What was going on?
He thought about it, then continued walking, pointing at a ghost that was probably a great scholar, and said, "It is innocent, so it won't go to hell."

The ghost that had been fleeing in panic was stunned for a moment, and then it ran away as if it had escaped death. The terrifying existence that had been chasing it closely actually retreated and stopped chasing it...

and.

There are also many terrifying beings around.

However, they turned a blind eye to it and did not come to capture it...

"Am I innocent?"

The ghost was surprised and excited.

It recalled carefully that it seemed that a majestic voice had just said that it was innocent and would not go to hell. Those terrifying beings immediately gave up chasing it...

At this moment, the ghost immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Be grateful for the existence of ignorance.

Feng Qingyan was even more surprised. Could my words have such power? If I say I am not guilty, then I am not guilty? If I say I don't need to go to hell, then I don't need to go to hell?
Is this something?

In his surprise, he continued to test.

After he said he was innocent, it seemed as if the ghost was truly innocent and was no longer hunted by the invisible terrifying existence...

After he was basically sure, he did not continue to test it.

Who knows if these ghosts are truly innocent?

If he is guilty and he says he is not guilty, wouldn't that cause chaos? Moreover, based on the current situation, it seems that someone is creating hell...

This is a big deal.

At this time he continued walking forward, wanting to see who was drawing hell.

This hell cannot be drawn whenever one wants. Who knows if drawing hell will be accompanied by the emergence of the laws of heaven and earth?
If the laws of heaven and earth really existed, then the hell drawn would be the real hell.

For the human world, it is impossible to tell whether it is a good thing or a disaster.

But what Feng Qingyan fears most is disaster.

and.

He controls the underworld and reincarnation, so how can he allow others to interfere?
At this moment, he did not continue to walk slowly, but walked quickly, ignoring all the ghosts. Moreover, no ghost dared to block his way forward, even the invisible terrifying existence seemed to retreat quickly before he appeared.

The underworld became increasingly fragmented, becoming nothing more than ruins.

This made Feng Qingyan frown.

He couldn't understand why the painter would paint such a broken underworld.

This underworld looks like the aftermath of a horrific war...

In tatters.

It's like a piece of rotten cloth, already full of holes.

As it goes deeper.

He felt an endless ancient breath.

When he senses a breath that he thinks is extremely ancient, or even the oldest, he will discover an even more ancient breath...

How many years has this underworld existed?

This is not something that can be calculated in thousands of years.

But ten thousand years!

Moreover, it is not just tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.

Rather, it was hundreds of years, tens of millions of years, or even hundreds of millions of years, so ancient that it was terrifying and far beyond his imagination.

At this moment he was doubting whether this was a painting or not.

Who could depict an ancient atmosphere that is millions or even hundreds of millions of years old? However, what is before my eyes seems to be a painting...

Wouldn't it be true that the person who painted the picture has lived for at least a million years?
Could it be someone from ancient times?
Feng Qingyan shook his head, seeming to be thinking too far away.

He continued to sweep down.

The underworld became even more dilapidated, with ghosts fleeing in panic everywhere.

However, when he went deeper, he found that many places ahead had turned into chaos.

It looks like chaotic black soil, as if it has not been developed yet.

Is this the end?
Feng Qingyan was very surprised. This was different from what he had imagined and was quite different.

In his imagination, the deepest part of the underworld was at least an extremely terrifying hell, but what he saw before him was just undeveloped chaotic black soil...

If that’s the case, why are the ghosts afraid?
and.

He never saw what those invisible beings were that made the ghosts so afraid.

At this moment, he walked to the black soil chaos, reached out and touched it carefully, but did not feel anything special.

However, he saw that one ghost after another was dragged into the chaotic black soil and disappeared.

He walked down the chaotic black soil.

Not long after, he saw a gray figure in the distance, who seemed to be drawing something in front of the chaotic black soil.

At this moment Feng Qingyan was shocked. Could it be that these people were the painters?

The figure in gray was painting very attentively, and did not seem to notice Feng Qingyan's arrival. He was holding a paintbrush and carefully painting on the chaotic black soil, stroke by stroke...

The speed is not fast.

From the side, this is a very handsome man...

Feng Qingyan stood not far from the handsome man, watching him paint curiously, but his painting style was a little strange.

Repeatedly painting stroke by stroke.

Feng Qingyan didn't even see what the other person was painting. It was like he was just scribbling ink with a paintbrush.

But as the painting went on, the chaotic black soil disappeared.

And ghosts come into being under his writing.

This handsome young man was wearing a gray robe that was stained with ink and looked a bit worn. He wore a gray scarf on his head and was very thin...

A suit of men's clothing.

However, Feng Qingyan could tell at a glance that this handsome man was a woman.

An hour passed.

The handsome man drew a large underworld and a large number of ghosts, but he did not feel the presence of Feng Qingyan.

And Feng Qingyan was also very strange.

The handsome man in front of him didn't look like a scary existence, he seemed to be just an ordinary painter.

but.

Why would such a horrific picture be drawn?

This can no longer be called a painting, but a real world. Every stroke of her brush is opening up the world, making people's souls tremble, and even panic...

Moreover, there is nothing weird or mysterious about her writing style.

But it can draw the underworld.

in a blink.

One day passed.

The handsome man did not stop for a moment.

And Feng Qingyan also stood behind him and watched for a whole day...

The underworld was huge, hiding countless mysterious realms. While Feng Qingyan was amazed, he was also extremely confused. Moreover, up to now, he still couldn't figure out what the handsome man was trying to draw. Was he really drawing hell?
Before you know it, time passes by.

The handsome man was still painting seriously, not noticing Feng Qingyan's presence at all. And Feng Qingyan did not disturb him either, just like a ghost, quietly watching behind him...

I don’t know when.

She finally painted a strange darkness that looked like a wheel or a mill.

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