You rascal, stop right there!

For several hours.

White Pea didn't eat anything anymore.

He exchanged all this rice for the refugees with his own landscape paintings. He usually gave them porridge and ate it himself after giving them out.

Now I vomit after taking a bite, so in order not to waste food I can only choose not to eat.

Because of what? These chilling scenes!

This reminded him of his childhood when Li Simeng took him to see the picture drawn based on the corpse.

Thinking of those who died in front of me and I was powerless to do anything.

No wonder Li Simeng liked strange paintings after returning from Xuanli after studying painting. The root of the problem was this.

Naturally, the others didn't feel well either, and had no appetite in the evening.

At that time, they were facing each other and watched Bai Wan almost set the human skin thangka on fire.

Fortunately, Ling Shumo persuaded him.

late at night.

Bai Wan was probably stimulated and did not lie down on the wooden board to sleep, but stood alone by the window under the tree.

The sky under the moon was filled with rolling clouds, stirring up a myriad of black fog that was floating up and down.

The flickering clouds and mist danced in the wind, vaguely looking like a horse-faced skull galloping for thousands of miles.

Use the pen as a blade——

He held a brush in his left hand and pointed it at the night sky, sometimes scratching the nebula, sometimes outlining the crescent moon.

The spirit flows, and the skull turns to dust.

sieve--

Bai Wan's brushstrokes suddenly became sharp, like a knife blade, and the long tip of the brush screamed and cried blood.

The people behind him hurriedly grabbed him and said, "There's a well ahead. It's dangerous!"

The man holding the pen and humming was stunned, and the mist in his eyes dissipated.

Ling Shumo grabbed the person: "Abai——"

He looked at the man's changing expression and felt as if he saw his exhaustion and worry.

Bai Wan suddenly threw down his brush and laughed out loud: "I have painted all the world, but I have never thought of turning people into straw dogs and turning them into paintings!"

If evil is not eliminated, the world will not be at peace.

Something like a human skin thangka can have a huge impact on someone who loves painting.

After years of changes in the world, the former ruffian has a very pure heart and cannot accept that Danqing is trampled on like this.

Ling Shumo placed his hands on his shoulders. "Brutal mutilation, the donation of flesh. They see it as sacred, we see it as evil. This pain is not yours alone!"

Then he took out a reddish-black bun from his waist and handed it to him.

"After eating, you'll have the energy to think of a solution, right?"

Bai Wan's body stiffened instantly. He took it and looked at it. "The refugees are running out of food these days. We need to transport them out of the country as soon as possible."

"Master Guyang will be holding a grand sacrificial ceremony at Shanhua Temple. There will be a boat releasing animals at that time. This might be our chance."

Ling Shumo reached out, gently wiped away the bread crumbs from the corner of the person opposite him's mouth, and rubbed it.

Bai Wan changed the subject: "Are we currently short of someone who can infiltrate Shanhua Temple and coordinate with us from both inside and outside?"

There seemed to be a gleam in the man's eyes as he expressed his thoughts.

The two of them looked at each other in silence.

Ling Shumo was silent for a moment: "You are not allowed to go!"

He has always been gentle and has no temper, but now he has lost his former composure.

"I haven't spoken yet!" Bai Wan said in a hoarse voice.

The words in my ears were full of mixed emotions, and seemed a bit exaggerated.

"I know what you're thinking even though you haven't said anything."

Ling Shumo raised his head, his sleeves gathered together, and his face was stern.

Bai Wan shook his head and closed his eyes.

It was as if he had gone through a period of ideological struggle before he let out a long sigh of relief.

He reached out and tugged at the other man's sleeve, "Indeed, this isn't just my problem. After we discuss it, if there's no better plan, then I'll adopt mine."

Ling Shumo immediately hugged him and warned him in a deep voice, "You are not allowed to act on your own!"

"Okay, Master Ling—"

Bai Wan teased and hugged him back, and it was rare for him to be quiet.

……

The wind blows.

In the Imperial Prefect's Mansion.

Master Gu Yang was half lying on the armchair, looking at a book in his hand.

Sha Lei, who was in charge of the sacrificial ceremony, stepped forward and bowed, "Grand Master, the Shanhua Temple ceremony will be scheduled for ten days from now. We need to prepare the sacrificial boat and offerings."

"Shaciguan, what did Shanhua Temple prepare in previous years?"

Gu Yang didn't even raise his head, he just turned a page of the book.

The two maids beside him, one was massaging his legs and the other was rubbing his shoulders.

The sarcophagus, dressed in finery, unfolded the scroll in his hand and read slowly, "In previous years, it was a pair of wet intestines; the skulls of a man and a woman; a whole piece of human skin; clean blood, dirty blood, etc."

"Oh, what about this year?"

Gu Yang stroked the book unconsciously and asked casually.

The Sand Temple official raised his hands and pondered, "This year, because Daqing is about to go to war with Xuanli, Master Puen said that more sacrifices are needed to complete the ceremony."

The so-called increase in sacrifices meant that the number of skulls increased to six, four human leg bones were added, and there were twenty-seven fresh heads, widows' menstrual blood, dog and human feces, etc.

Gu Yang raised his eyebrows, took the scroll in his hand, and said with emotion:

"The number of girls and children in Xuanli has drastically decreased in recent years. It would be better to use the captives from Daqing!"

"Isn't there a former empress dowager and princess still alive in the laundry department?"

The Sha Temple official bowed and said, "Your Excellency, you are mistaken. Princess Qinyang died of a ruptured anus shortly after arriving in Xuanli. However, the Empress Dowager Cixi is still alive."

"Yeah--"

Gu Yang's eyes wandered in the air, and his expression changed from gloomy to bright.

Once upon a time, he was the eunuch Gu, the chief eunuch who bowed his head before the empress dowager.