Can't a girl be a traitor like Cao Cao?

So what she said must be true.

So Chi Junlin held Wenren Xuan in his arms and stood up from the ground.

Then he said to the ghost prostitute, "Come with me, and I won't kill you."

The ghost prostitute thought for a moment and then nodded.

Then, Chi Junlin carried Wenren Xuan and walked out of the inn.

The ghost prostitute glanced down at the ghost soldier's head, and a smile appeared on her face.

She turned back and took one last look at the dilapidated and gloomy inn.

Then he turned around and walked outside.

A rumbling sound gradually came from the valley.

The "Ghost Inn," belonging to the Eight Eccentrics of Southern Hunan, ultimately collapsed into ruins after the departure of the ghost prostitute...

-

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Sunset and moonrise.

On the side of this boundless sea, time seems to have no end.

Wenren Tianxia has spent a long time living with Chi Junlin in this environment.

The two stayed together, seemingly destined to be together forever in this remote place.

In Wenren Tianxia's eyes, Chi Junlin before her was perfect, fulfilling all her fantasies.

Resilient, invincible, beautiful, supreme...

She seemed to be the ultimate person who embodied all her martial arts imagination.

She was dressed in a green robe and held a long spear in her hand.

When Wenren Tianxia needs her, she can become his whetstone.

They can also become their own idols.

They snuggled together like lovers.

On this quiet coastline, Wenren Tianxia leaned against Chi Junlin's lap.

The two watched the sunset in silence, listening to the crashing waves.

Wenren Tianxia wished time could stand still at this moment.

They remain on the path of pursuing their ideal of the Crimson King's Landing.

Unfortunately, she knew it was all a lie.

They are deluded by their own dreams and expectations.

He was on the path of pursuing the phantom of the "Red King's Arrival" that he craved.

Wenren Tianxia understood that this moment could not last forever.

Because she could vaguely hear shouts coming from beside her ears.

Although I was very reluctant to leave, I had to get out of this illusion.

Otherwise, someone will be angry with you.

Sighed slightly.

Wenren Tianxia slowly rose from the beach.

"Are you leaving?"

Chi Junlin turned to Wenren Tianxia and smiled.

"Ah."

Wenren Tianxia nodded lightly, then turned to Chi Junlin and said, "Although I know you are fake, thank you for staying with me for so long."

"It's ok."

Chi Junlin smiled and said, "Being able to bring you happiness is the meaning of my existence."

Just then, a thunderous roar came from the heavens.

Wenren Tianxia slightly raised his head.

Then they saw the world begin to turn upside down.

The waves surged, and cracks appeared in the sky.

It felt like the world was about to end in the next second.

At this moment, Wenren Tianxia looked towards Chi Junlin.

He began, "I have one last question."

"what?"

Wenren Tianxia stared intently at Chi Junlin's face.

Then, with a puzzled expression, she asked, "Why do you and Lin Jun look exactly alike?"

Chi Junlin looked at Wenren Tianxia with a slight smile on his face.

She didn't say anything.

Or perhaps, it's because she's just a phantom in Wenren Tianxia's imagination.

A phantom called "Red King".

So she couldn't answer anything.

The next moment, the sky fell.

Wenren Tianxia has finally awakened from his dream...

-

"Sister...Sister!"

Qiaonu looked very anxious. She shook Wenren Tianxia's arm vigorously, trying to wake her up quickly.

However, Wenren Tianxia's gaze did not leave the mural in front of him for even a moment.

She seemed completely immersed in the illusory dreamscape created by the mural, her eyes glazed over and her expression ethereal.

What made Qiaonu feel the situation was critical was not Wenren Tianxia's state.

It was the painter who had been painting in front of the cliff earlier.

When he realized someone was looking at his painting, he immediately became aware of it and warned Wenren Tianxia not to look anymore.

Because he was fully aware of the power of his paintings.

This person was none other than one of the "Eight Eccentrics of Southern Hunan," named Guihua.

Although Guihua was also one of the "Eight Eccentrics," he was merely eccentric in his behavior and obsessed with painting.

He is essentially a kind person.

However, because of his exceptional painting skills, and in order to make the colors of his paintings more realistic, the pigments he used were made from exotic minerals mixed with "Gu spirits".

Therefore, it is said that his paintings can communicate with ghosts and gods.

When ordinary people see a painting, they are captivated by the subject matter, losing their appetite and becoming as if under a spell.

This was not the original intention of the painting, but some people still died because they were distracted by it.

Therefore, the government used sorcery as a pretext to issue a warrant for his arrest.

Ghost Painting refused to surrender, so he defied the officials and fled far away.

Eventually, he drifted to the Hunan region and became one of the "Eight Eccentrics of Hunan".

Chapter 307 Ghost Books and Ghost Paintings

Ghost Painting was not a person who enjoyed doing evil; in fact, he was surprised that his paintings could bewitch people's souls.

He simply loves painting, is passionate about painting, and pursues his own path in painting with a pure and innocent heart.

But he also knew that it was extremely difficult for ordinary people's minds to resist the paintings they created in their own special way.

So he chose to come to Guigu Valley in southern Hunan.

Here, apart from the Eight Eccentrics of Southern Hunan, there is no one else.

He could then paint using any method without restraint.

They paint on rock walls, on mountain peaks... freely displaying their talents.

Unexpectedly, just as the painting on the rock wall was about to be completed, Wenren Tianxia happened to see it.

He felt a sense of panic, fearing that something bad might have happened to the other person.

They were also afraid... that the other party was someone from the government.

They want to arrest me and take me back, to treat me as a heretic and put me on trial.

At this point, due to years of exposure to abnormal painting materials, Guihua's mind had become somewhat unclear.

Fear was all that remained in his mind.

At this moment, he grabbed his head and began to mutter to himself in a somewhat delusional manner.

"I don't want to go back... I want to keep drawing... Don't catch me... Don't catch me... Waaah—waaah—"

Qiaonu watched as the painter gradually went mad and became incoherent, while Wenren Tianxia, ​​who was protecting her, became deeply engrossed in the painting and could not extricate himself.

He could only hide behind Wenren Tianxia in fear.

She knew very well that there was something wrong with the paintings on the wall; Wenren Tianxia had only glanced at them before becoming completely lost in thought.

So at that moment, I didn't dare to look in that direction at all.

After frantically scratching his head for a while, Guihua showed a look of pain.

He muttered to himself, "No...you can't...you can't come out!"

I'm...fine—you don't need to tell me what to do! No way!

As he spoke, Guihua's eyes turned bloodshot, and he began to roll wildly on the ground as if his head was about to explode.

Qiaonu looked at him with a terrified expression, wondering what had happened to him.

After a while, the ghost painting seemed to finally come to its senses.

His body rose slowly from the ground like a marionette, accompanied by a strange creaking sound.

Immediately afterwards, he slightly raised his head towards Wenren Tianxia.

His face was now filled with a strange and sinister look.

Qiaonu observed this and felt that the man at this moment was not the same person as the one who had just been painting.

The former looked rather odd, like a complete madman.

The latter, however, had a clear and slightly benevolent look in his eyes.

At this moment, the man stretched his body, looked at the painting on the mural behind him, and showed a slight look of disdain.

Then he picked up the pen again and licked it on his tongue.

He then drew a large "" on it with pure black ink.

He wrote another line of approval.

"Nonsense, utter rubbish!"

The handwriting is surprisingly that of a master calligrapher; the strokes are natural and unpretentious.

Then, the man threw away the pen in his hand.

He looked at Wenren Tianxia and swayed as he walked towards her.

I don't even know what I want to do.

When he arrived in front of Wenren Tianxia, ​​a strange smile appeared on his face.