Who is drawing hell?

In the mysterious gallery, Feng Qingyan was a little shaken and suddenly looked towards the end of the gallery.

Unfortunately, Wanli Gallery was not a straight line, and there was thick black fog rolling in, making it impossible for him to see the end.

As you go deeper into the gallery.

Feng Qingyan found that more and more ghosts were running away in panic.

He also saw many ghosts, at least great scholars and even great sage-level beings, but their expressions were frightened...

What is chasing them?

Feng Qingyan was puzzled.

Also, where did these ghosts escape from?

Is it in the painting?

At this moment, he was examining a dark painting, and vaguely saw a ghost struggling out of the painting, so he stood aside and watched. A moment later, he saw a frightened ghost struggling out of the painting bit by bit.

He screamed and ran away like crazy.

Feng Qingyan frowned and looked at the fleeing ghost.

When he turned around, he saw another ghost struggling frantically out of the painting.

Every one of them was so frightened that they struggled out and ran away madly, not daring to stay for a moment.

When the twelfth ghost was about to struggle out of the painting, it was suddenly grabbed by something and dragged back into the painting.

but.

In Feng Qingyan's painting, you can see the ghost being dragged back, but you cannot see what is holding the ghost back.

This made him even more confused and curious.

In the painting, the captured ghost is frightened and struggling wildly, but is unable to break free and is dragged away bit by bit.

As for where to drag it?

Feng Qingyan is unknown because he was dragged out of the border.

"What the hell is this?"

Feng Qingyan's brows furrowed tightly, and he was surprised that he couldn't even notice it.

He moves to the next painting.

Um?

At this time, he was stunned for a moment and saw that the ghost that was dragged away by something actually appeared in the next painting.

Are these two paintings related?

He looked around and found that the chaotic ink balls seemed to be drawing the broken underworld.

This underworld gave him a feeling that was both familiar and strange at the same time, which was very strange.

It's not the netherworld.

However, it is a bit like a ghost.

After a while.

The ghost was dragged out of the border again and appeared in the third painting.

At this time, he saw more and more ghosts being dragged, as if they were being dragged deeper into the gallery.

All ghosts that were dragged down, no matter how strong or weak they were, could not break free.

His face was full of panic.

and.

The aura emanating from the scroll was even more depressing and painful.

He also discovered that all ghosts that were dragged down would show regret, as if they were regretting something extremely.

What are these ghosts being dragged by?

Invisible or intangible?

Feng Qingyan looked carefully, but still couldn't find any clues, as if they didn't exist.

It shouldn't be.

At this moment, he used the magical power of "breaking through the void to see the subtle", and his two gazes instantly penetrated the scroll and landed on the world in the painting.

But still nothing was seen.

It seems like it doesn't exist.

"Does it really not exist?"

Feng Qingyan frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more unclear he became.

And at this moment, he had already discovered that these scrolls were no longer as simple as scrolls.

They seem to be real worlds.

He walked along with doubts.

while walking.

I don’t know when the gallery gradually changed.

Unknowingly, it has turned into a gloomy and terrifying underworld.

There were countless ghosts running away in fear, but before they could escape very far, they seemed to be caught by something and dragged towards the depths of the underworld.

At this moment, Feng Qingyan stopped again.

This breath is indeed from the underworld, but just like what was said before, it is familiar yet strange.

And it's very shabby.

It seems that it has collapsed countless times in an unknown era.

Only ruins remain.

He examined it for a while, then squatted down, picked up a handful of soil, and smelled it.

He smelled the wisps of pain and depression.

There is also the breath of endless time.

Soon after, he used the magical power of "breaking through the void to see the subtle" again, but found nothing.

"I won't go to hell! I won't go to hell..."

A ghost ran towards me, his face full of fear, and even his soul trembled violently. As he ran away frantically, he was still shouting...

Feng Qingyan suddenly looked at the ghost and said, "I won't go to hell? What do you mean?"

"I won't go to hell! I won't go to hell..."

The ghost shouted crazily.

boom!

The ghost suddenly bumped into Feng Qingyan.

However, Feng Qingyan stood still while the ghost flew out.

When the ghost got up, it looked at Feng Qingyan with wide, frightened eyes, as if in disbelief. But at this moment, it seemed to feel something, and its soul trembled violently.

It slowly turned its head and looked back.

His face looked pale.

At this moment, its soul body was shaking even more violently.

puff!

It suddenly knelt down.

When it knelt down, it seemed that the invisible presence behind it did not catch it. However, it did not leave, but quietly stayed behind the ghost...

Feng Qingyan took a serious look, but still couldn't see what was following behind the ghost. Then, his eyes fell on the ghost, and after thinking for a while, he said: "You said, why don't you go to hell?"

"I won't go to hell, I won't go to hell..."

The ghost just murmured in fear.

"There has to be a reason, right?"

Seal Qingyan Road.

At this time, the ghost looked back behind him again, then lay down in shock and did not dare to move, only muttering: "I won't go to hell, I won't go to hell..."

"You have to have a reason not to go to hell."

Seal Qingyan Road.
To be continued...