Forced Chivalry

This is an old street, long and secluded.

The sides are covered with thick phoenix trees, the canopies are intertwined with each other, and the old streets that are not spacious are completely shrouded in the shadows. Once in the evening, the entire old street looks sullen.

When Zhang Yuan came over, the sky was completely dark.

Unlike the bright lights in the distance, the streets here are dark and the shops on both sides have already been beaten.

In front of a small shop, a red lantern hangs high and sparkles with a strange red light.

On the top of the shop, a flag is inserted.

It says four words [Gao Ji Art Workshop].

The black door was closed and not locked, revealing a gap that could be seen in the dark.

Zhang Yuan stood in front of the door, quietly observed for a moment, then walked in and walked in.

Pushing open the door, the inside is dark and the walls are full of calligraphy and painting.

A faint, cool atmosphere filled the place, accompanied by a rancid smell.

The whole room is kind of eccentric.

“anyone there?”

Zhang Yuan shouted.

“shopkeeper, let me buy pictures.”

“Come on business.”

“anybody, home?”

Shouted in the room for a while, no one responded.

Zhang Yuan brows slightly wrinkle, sweeping through the old paintings on the wall.

The content of each painting is different, some are mountains and rivers, some are lively markets, some are distant mountain temples, and Buddha heads.

Zhang Yuan one after another swept over, and after a moment, fell into thought.

No green gas?

How can there be no green gas?

He suddenly looked in the direction of the inner court, hesitated for a while, took a step and walked over.

Pick up a curtain, followed by a small courtyard.

Passing through the courtyard is a black-painted room, the door is half-open and half-covered, and there is no light inside.

Zhang Yuan hesitated and walked toward the room.

Oops!

The door was pushed open, and an unspeakable cold scent came over, accompanied by an unspeakable rancid smell, like what the meat was rotten.

Zhang Yuan looked at her eyes and held her breath and looked at the room.

The entire room is like a slaughterhouse.

There was a huge table inside, and the table was filled with blood qi, and a lot of minced meat and broken bones were placed in a mess. In addition, a thick iron hook was hung on the top beam.

There is a bloody and fuzzy body hanging on the iron hook. In the darkness, it is shocking and terrifying.

Zhang Yuan walked into the room and looked at the body.

The body was dark red and the blood on it had dried up.

Every corpse has lost sight of its original appearance.

Zhang Yuan observed it carefully and his brows were wrinkled.

“The skin is gone.”

There are many ideas in his mind like electric light and flint.

The skin of these corpses was specifically smashed.

What do you do to get rid of human skin?

Wouldn’t it be to paint?

His eyes flashed and he felt that it was possible.

He slowly turned over a corpse and found no abnormalities.

The room was empty and the portrait inside was gone.

Suddenly, his eyes were condensed, and he noticed a ray of light in the middle.

Zhang Yuan showed caution and leaned slowly toward the past.

There is no door, only one curtain is hanging here.

He gently opened the curtain, which was a small altar.

The altar is enshrined with a black-painted Buddha statue, two feet in size, three heads, six arms, three heads with different expressions, some sad, some strange, and some like ridicule.

Six arms hold six different weapons.

On both sides of the Buddha statue, a paragraph was written in small print.

[Worship me, have eternal life]

[Do not worship me, fall into hell!]

Zhang Yuan stunned and looked at the Merciful Vessel Divine Vision and looked at the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is ordinary, without any abnormalities. It seems to be just an ordinary Buddha statue.

He brows slightly wrinkle, thinking about it.

Hu!

Suddenly, an abnormal sound came.

A black shadow over the beam of the house rushed down to the extreme, holding two sharp knives in his hand and quickly stabbed Zhang Yuan’s body.

Zhang Yuan frowned, and turned back in a moment, a palm greeted the past.

Dragon’s Roar is deafening, like a wild monster roaring.

The black shadow action that was thrown down was stopped and caught in a short silence.

boom!

On his chest, he encountered a trick on the spot [see the dragon in the field], and his body blasted, and it was like a big mountain. He flew out of the window on the spot.

Zhang Yuan quickly chased the past and came to the hospital.

The black shadow was shaken by his flesh and blood, and the bones were not broken. But he did not die, but he struggled on the ground, and a si si sound was heard in his mouth, like a poisonous snake.

Zhang Yuan stared at him quietly, revealing a different color.

This is a delicate and pretty man with a white skin. It has been like a long time without seeing the sun. The skin is all abnormal white, and there is a kind of faintness.

Chi!

Suddenly, the shadow in front of the eyes began to change, and the whole body squirmed. The whole person was like a snake, and it was abnormally distorted on the ground.

At the same time, his body began to quickly appear a series of fine scales, densely packed, horrible, flesh and blood like inflatable, quickly expanded, and soon became an alternative monster, the whole body is huge two or three Times, like a huge lizard.

He was covered with fine scales, his eyes were bulging, his blood was dense, and the whole man was lying on the ground, his body was covered with thick liquid, and his eyes were staring at Zhang Yuan.

Sōu!

He used his hands to support, leaving a black shadow, and instantly rushed over.

Regardless of speed or breath, at least twice as strong as before!

Hong long!

A burst of fire broke out and Dragon’s Roar was deafening.

He flew out at a speed three times faster than when he rushed. He slammed the wall of the front hall and shattered the bricks.

Dragon-Subduing 18 Palms Sixth.

[Lei Dachuan]

Zhang Yuan quickly chased the past.

The black shadow was slammed by him, and he was screaming at the chi chi, screaming at the blue smoke, and all the fine scales were broken, bloody, and his face was twisted, and he recovered from the huge state again. Lying on the ground, the pain of si si low.

In this blow, Zhang Yuan directly used the internal force of 80%.

Just that blow, he just used 40% internal force.

After the black shadow turned, he gave him a very dangerous feeling.

“You are a demon?”

Zhang Yuan stared at the silhouette on the floor and said, “Do you have other party members?”

Si si.

The silhouette of Zhang was directed at Zhang Yuan, and the smack of sorrow was suddenly screamed. He suddenly twisted his body and used only half of his body to escape to the distance in an attempt to escape.

But it just rushed out, and suddenly a big hand grabbed its ankle.

Hong long!

Zhang Yuan waved the other’s body and went straight to the ground on both sides.

砰peng peng peng!

The sound is dull, the ground in the courtyard does not break, and the tenacious bluestone plate turns into a tofu, and the debris collapses.

After a few dozens of smashing, he finally stopped.

The silhouette in the hand has long been blurred by his flesh and blood.

boom!

Zhang Yuan threw him in the corner and watched it quietly.

“The pictures that make people have nightmares are drawn by you?”

Zhang Yuan asked.

“si si “`”

The silhouette of the eyes was resentful, and the mouth was low.

Zhang Yuan brows slightly wrinkle.

“Do you write? Tell me, who painted the pictures that make people have nightmares? What purpose?”