Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

At the beginning, it was just a simple choking sound, and after a while, it gradually turned into a broken sentence, as if it was a painful moan after being strangled by someone: "What? You want me to go?...Where are you going? ...Where are you going? To hell...Abi Hell. Who?...Who are you?...Ah...you are..."

Then the sound stopped abruptly, and there were rapid coughing and panting sounds in the room.Mr. Baohe felt that the situation was not good, and after giving Liu Zian a wink, the two master and apprentice broke into the door.

I saw Master Bai lying on the ground alone, his hands tightly clutching his throat.His wrinkled face became pale, with large beads of sweat oozing from his face, his mouth with chapped lips was opened wide, panting, something in his mouth moved dizzyingly, as if being pulled by a thread of.Take a closer look, isn't that the tongue of Master Bai?The intermittent words came from this tongue.

"It's you... I think it should be you too. What? You came to pick me up? You want me to go...to hell. In hell... Xuaner is waiting for me in hell."

Hearing this, Liu Zian felt his hair stand on end. He seemed to see vague shadows of ghosts walking down from the unfinished screen painting by Master Bai.He shook Painter Bai desperately, trying to wake him up, but Painter Bai was still muttering to himself half asleep, not like he would wake up soon.Mr. Baohe patted Liu Zian on the shoulder, motioning him to get out of the way. He then picked up the brush on the side of the table and splashed the water on Painter Bai's head.

Painter Bai woke up suddenly, bouncing up in panic as if being stabbed by a steel needle.However, the ghost in the dream did not seem to disappear from his eyes. For a moment, his eyes were terrified, his mouth was opened wide, and he was in a daze.After a while, Master Bai came back to his senses, and said coldly: "I made you laugh...you should go to the living room and wait for a while. I will come after changing clothes." Mr. Baohe knew at this time It was better to follow his wishes, so he dragged Liu Zian to make a confession and left the room in a hurry.According to Liu Zian's words, it wasn't until he saw the dazzling sunlight outside that he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

Painter Bai didn't make them wait too long, and reappeared in front of them all dressed up in a short while.

"Recently, I was too tired to paint. I didn't expect to fall asleep accidentally, which made the two of you laugh." Painter Bai said apologetically.

How could it be that he fell asleep? It was obviously a demonic obstacle.Liu Zian secretly muttered in his heart.

"I don't know what masterpiece Master Bai is preparing recently, which makes me so tired?" Mr. Baohe asked.

"It's not a masterpiece, but the old man of the city lord asked me to draw him a "Picture of Hell in Disguise"... But the old guy promised me that as long as the picture is finished, we will be reunited with our father and son." Painter Bai said With that, a longing smile appeared on his face.

"In that case, I should congratulate you in advance." Mr. Baohe cupped his hands and said with a smile.

Painter Bai laughed loudly, and said: "Let's not talk about this, after all, the picture is not completely finished... But I still want to thank you for your help just now, otherwise, old man, I'm afraid I will be entangled in nightmares again."

Mr. Baohe wondered, "Does Master Bai always have nightmares?"

"It's not always... It's not like I haven't encountered such things as nightmares before, but recently they have appeared very frequently. Sometimes I just have a nap, and I can dream of some bad things." Painter Bai said , the tone was rather helpless.

"Think about it every day, and dream about it at night." Liu Zian accidentally blurted out what was in his heart, quickly covered his mouth, and cast a begging look at Mr. Baohe.

"That's right, I'm afraid it's Master Bai, you just want to paint that "Phantom of Hell in Disguise" well, and if you think about it too much, you will naturally dream it." Mr. Baohe continued Liu Zian's words.

Painter Bai glanced at their master and apprentice, nodded thoughtfully, then shook his head after a while, and said, "No, the picture is not finished yet...Xuan'er is still waiting for me, I want to go back and continue drawing! After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry, leaving the master and apprentice sitting in the same place in embarrassment.

"Sir, so has the purpose of our trip been achieved?" Liu Zian asked with some uncertainty.

Mr. Baohe shook his head, frowned, looked worried, and said after a while: "I think something might happen."

"It's strange if there is no accident when we are together with sir." Liu Zian complained.However, the complaints are all complaints, he also felt that the Bai painter was not normal, and it was only a matter of time before the accident happened.

"By the way, is that gaze following you still there?" Mr. Baohe asked suddenly.

Liu Zian was stunned for a moment, and then felt it carefully, and found that the gaze with a strong sense of presence disappeared at some point.He was a little surprised, but still said cheerfully, "It's really gone."

However, after hearing this, Mr. Baohe's worried expression increased a bit, and he said: "Anyway, we will leave early tomorrow morning, and the rest... can only be left to fate."

The two masters and apprentices returned to their residence after having dinner outside, only to find that Mr. Xing had been waiting for them there for a long time.

"Tonight, probably after the two of you left the Bai family. Painter Bai suddenly came to the mansion and asked to see my father. Although painter Bai is humble, but because of his outstanding painters, he has always been favored by my father. Quickly ordered him to see him quickly. He was still wearing the weird clothes, but his face was more unfriendly than usual. He respectfully bowed down in front of my father, and said in a hoarse voice that the painting "Hell in disguise" that my father ordered him to draw earlier "Picture" has been basically completed, but there is still one place that cannot be drawn."

"Oh, there are things he can't draw?" Liu Zian wondered.

"That's right, my father asked him the same question at the time, but he replied, 'When I paint, if I have never seen something, I can't draw it. Even if I try to paint it, I can't get what I want. Isn't that the same as not being able to paint it? '"

Liu Zian sneered and said, "This man is really strange. He painted "Picture of Hell in Disguise". Could it be that he wants to go to hell to see it himself?"

"Oh, listen to me. He said that when the corridor bridge collapsed a few years ago, he was at the scene and saw the terrified expressions on the faces of those people before they died, and he also described in detail the The appearance of the bound person and the person chased by the strange bird, so it is not ignorant of the horrors of criminals being tortured..."

"Wait, what happened to that strange bird?" Mr. Baohe asked.

"Ah, I also heard about this from others. It is said that one time Master Bai called a disciple into the studio. The disciple went in and found Master Bai under the lampstand, holding a piece of bloody raw meat in his hand, and was feeding it. It was a strange-looking bird. It was the size of a cat, with two tufts of feathers protruding from the sides of its head like ears, and a pair of large round amber eyes, just like a cat."

"Probably an owl." Mr. Baohe murmured.

"Yes, Master Bai also said that thing was called an owl, and he doesn't know where he got it. It is said that when Master Bai gently stroked the back of the strange bird that had just eaten raw meat, the strange bird Suddenly there was a sharp short whistle, and he flew up from the table, spread his two sharp claws, and rushed towards the disciple's face. If the disciple hadn't hurriedly covered his face with his sleeves, he would have been caught with several wounds The disciple screamed "Ah" and waved his sleeves to drive away the strange bird, but the strange bird became more aggressive and screamed and rushed towards him again-the disciple forgot that he was still in front of the master, and suddenly stood up, fell down, and defended , chasing him suddenly, turning around in the small room, and running away in embarrassment. The strange bird fluctuated up and down, chasing after him, and suddenly rushed towards his eyes when it saw the opening. According to his disciples, he felt that the dim light seemed to be hazy. Under the bright moonlight, Master Bai's house is like a valley in the remote mountains filled with evil spirits. But what scares him the most is not the attack from strange birds, but the indifferent eyes of Master Bai. He just looks at it so coldly, slowly unfolding Drawing paper, licking the paintbrush, and began to describe the miserable appearance of my poor disciple when he was tortured by the strange bird..." Mr. Xing couldn't help shivering when he said this.

"What a pervert! Sir, don't you think so?" Liu Zian sighed.

Mr. Baohe nodded.

"Speaking of which, you should have seen that unlucky disciple. It was Sanqi who died not long ago." Mr. Xing continued.

"And then, how did Sanqi get out of trouble?" Hearing that this was the story of Sanqi, Liu Zian was eager to know what happened next.

"Later... Didn't Painter Bai keep a few snakes in his studio? That night, Painter Bai specially called Sanqi over, intending to instigate the strange bird to chase him, so that he could draw him fleeing for his life. Later In the confusion, I don’t know who knocked out the oil lamp. When other disciples arrived with the lamp stand, they saw that the floor, tables and chairs were covered with kerosene. Just now the owl flapped its wings in pain and stumbled to the ground. Turned around. It turned out that the owl, from the neck to one wing, was tightly wrapped with a black snake. Probably when Sanqi was running away, he accidentally knocked over the jar in the corner, and the snake in the jar crawled out. The owl rashly went to catch the snake, and it caused such a big mess. Sanqi’s foot was also injured in that accident, and it hasn’t recovered since then..."

After the story was told, the three of them sighed endlessly. On the one hand, they felt that Sanqi's life was too hard, and on the other hand, they felt that Bai Painter's actions were too much.After a long while, Mr. Xing said: "Such an interruption almost forgot the business. Master Bai said that he planned to draw the image of a car falling from mid-air in the middle of the screen. There was a gorgeous lady in the car, blazing around. In the raging fire, her black hair was scattered and she struggled in pain. Her face was choked by the thick smoke, and she frowned, looking up at the car hood in mid-air. Perhaps her hands were still tearing the car curtain, trying to block the sparks falling like raindrops. Around the bullock cart, there are more than ten or twenty ferocious birds of prey, croaking with their mouths open, circling the gorgeous car one after another. However, he couldn’t draw the lady in the car.”

"Could he really want to burn a woman to death just for a painting!" Liu Zian exclaimed, holding the hem of his clothes tightly with both hands.

"Yeah...and I don't know why, but my father agreed. I really don't know what they think." Mr. Xing replied helplessly, "I must go to the ceremony the night after tomorrow. That kid surnamed Cao The doctor's parents were so oppressive about me that they didn't want to accompany me, so... sir, can you go with me?"