Wait a minute. God, how can there be people so alike?
I repeatedly confirmed that I didn’t read it wrong. It was this meaning that I thought of here. I calmed down my excitement and my doubts in my mind were solved. Suddenly, the whole person seemed to be relieved.
Suddenly, I smiled bitterly. Although this is clear, how can I get away from this place? There is no way to get away from it in the murals. Should I be trapped here for a generation?
No, where’s the mural painter? There is no body on the ground, and I can’t find him. If he returns, I’m afraid he noticed me from the moment I entered the middle school, but there is nothing unusual until now. Is this person already gone?
If this guess is true, it’s not good news for me. I haven’t found a way to leave yet. If that person still wants to say his identity, he can definitely leave easily. Unfortunately, this extravagant hope has become an unrealistic fantasy.
Thinking hard, I have no clue. Habitually, I turned my attention to the murals again. Suddenly, I found the details that I had found before but had forgotten. Among the three murals, the ghost king’s order in the master’s hand was very strange, as if it were in the palm of my hand.
No, that’s a concave piece of the wall, which gives people an illusion that the ghost king has fallen into the palm of the master’s hand. I am excited to come to that position and wonder if this is the way to leave.
Network TV often shows plots, and the secret passages are designed in this way. Of course, so is my consciousness. Right or wrong, I have no choice. I can try to take out the ghost king’s order and lift it just to reach that height. Is this depicting deliberate design?
Suddenly, I feel that my present posture is almost exactly the same as that of the master in the mural. Of course, I don’t care about all this now. The key is to confirm whether this is out of the way or not. If not …
Bah, bah, it must be!
Carefully put the ghost king’s order in his hand into the concave part, which was exactly the same. I couldn’t even find a crack. The result made me feel shocked. I guessed it was right and I was thinking about it suddenly …
Boom!
I was surprised that the wall was cracked and retreated to a position more than ten meters away. When the wall was completely cracked, a person came out from the inside. It was an old man with a spotless white coat and a rosy face like an old fairy, which made people feel admired.
Is there someone in it who paints murals?
"Are you a mural painter?" I take a deep breath. If it’s really him, then I have no reason to be nervous, because this man is a good friend of the master. Will he still hurt me if I tell him who I am?
The old man smiled gently and said slowly, "Are you a disciple of Lu Dayou?"
I was amazed that this old man met me for the first time, and when he knew the master, he had not accepted me as an apprentice at that time. He had no reason to know my identity at once. Did the charm smell reveal this?
"How do you know?"
"Ha ha, I also know that you are the master of the Ghost King." The old man still smiled with kindness.
This time, I was completely shocked by the secret passage in my heart. Does this old man know everything? If he knows to guess me, Zhong Kui’s master can understand. After all, I have a spell breath, but the Ghost King has no unique breath. How does he feel it?
"Murals will attract people with Lu Dayou and Fengli, and this real door can only be played by the ghost king."
The old man’s explanation made me suddenly understand everything, and the old man painted three murals. I’m afraid it’s not that simple. He seems to want to hide something, maybe with the wall department
"If I am a disciple of Lu Dayou but not the master of the Ghost King, does this mean that I will be trapped in the dreamland for a generation?" I don’t look good. Although the old man didn’t hurt me, I’m afraid I can’t live without this place for a generation if there is neither.
The old man shook his head and smiled and said, "Hehe, it is the ghost king who keeps the master, Lu Dayou or Fengli. Others won’t be trapped by the dreamland, and they can’t find the wall murals because the secret here doesn’t belong to them."
As soon as I talked about secrets, I became interested. I always felt that murals were too unusual. If it were that simple, the old man would have spent so much effort to arrange all this. Wouldn’t it be nice to just show up and tell everything? Besides, he also made me smell the test.
Am I testing the entrants?
"What secrets are hidden here?" I couldn’t help asking.
Alas!
The old man sighed sadly and said slowly, "The three of us have lost too much because of this secret. I’m trapped here and I can’t go out forever. Fengli is missing. I’m afraid your master is dead now. If we had known the price, we would have given up, but nothing had happened."
I’m afraid your master is dead!
This sentence made my body shake. It seems that the old man means to know the cause of master’s death. Otherwise, how can he be so sure?
"Do you know how my master died, old-timer?" I am excited to ask, finding out the cause of death of the master has always been my biggest goal.
The old man shook his head and said softly, "I don’t know!" "
"Then how do you know that my master is dead?" I won’t give up
"Because the three of us were cursed, one died, one was hidden and one was trapped, and now the curse has taken effect. Everything has become a fact, so I will guess that your master is dead." The old man shook his head and looked sad.
What curse power? What curse power is so powerful and effective?
Chapter 2 This is the secret?
I can’t imagine!
Maybe it is beyond human imagination. Before the curse is an illusory force, I think it is not natural at all, or maybe it is just that someone deliberately makes it look mysterious and practical, and there is nothing to be afraid of.
Just like the Pharaoh cursed science, can you still attribute it to the strange curse?
But at present, there is no need for the old man to lie, and what he said seems to be true. Don’t say that I can’t find a rebuttal. I am afraid that the most powerful scientist in the world will come and explain it because it has become a fact.
The curse of death, concealment, and sleepiness has worked at the moment. Death should be aimed at the master. Concealment seems to be missing. It should correspond to Fengli’s being sleepy. It should be aimed at the old man in front of him, which means that he will be trapped somewhere forever.
"So you mean that the master is dead and cursed?" I still can’t accept this result
"Isn’t it?" The old man asked.
Suddenly, I also believed this statement, but then I shook my head hard. It’s impossible. If the master was dead and cursed, then why did he stay in memento mori and said that he was killed by a monster? This is unreasonable.
"It doesn’t matter. Let’s go inside first. I’ve been guarding the secret for so many years, and it’s time to give it to you. Anyway, I can’t go out. I can’t let this secret leave with me. After all, it’s selfish for the three of us to find the secret together. It’s just that you’re here and I can get rid of my courage."
The old man often breathed a sigh of relief and said easily, "I’m really fed up with living worse than life for so many years. I’ve long wanted to end my life, and now I can finally do it. Thank you for coming and giving me a chance to get rid of it."
I smiled bitterly as if I were a plague god. My arrival directly made a person end his life, shook his head and quickly erased this absurd idea.
"Can’t you leave?"
The old man shook his head and said sadly, "I can’t do anything but die, and it’s a delusion to leave."
I wondered and looked around at the dreamland. It seems that he arranged it himself. Is it necessary for the decorator to receive the influence of the dreamland? When I thought of this, I somehow felt a little doubt about the old man in front of me. There seems to be a loophole in his words.
"Well, let’s go in and let you know the secret, but you should be mentally prepared. I’m afraid you won’t be able to accept it later." The old man suddenly looked dignified and more curious than saying that my heart was shocked. What secret can make the old man so serious
"Okay, I’m ready." I nodded.
Behind the old man, I walked into the crack in the wall, which was different from the wall in the hall. The scene inside was much simpler and I didn’t see anything but a bed. I froze the secret directly. Is it a bed? (Text * Man-Man-House-W-γ-S-H-U)
The bed doesn’t even have a quilt. There is nothing unusual about it except for some years.
I looked at the old man’s back in doubt. At this time, the old man slowly turned around and said with a smile, "Take out your ghost king and ask me to confirm this secret. It’s too important. How can I meet my two old friends in case something goes wrong?"
I don’t know, suddenly I think the old man is a little weird in his smile.