Chapter 167 The battle between strange things (2 in 1)

"So, are you Gongsun Mo, Zheng Shan, or... Zheng Xiu?"

When Xie Luohe said these words in a calm tone.

Zheng Xiu suddenly felt a chill on his back and woke up from his state of concentration.

Thick ink dripped on the face of the woman, completely darkening the face of the woman in the painting. The thick ink was slowly spreading to the surroundings. Zheng Xiu's eyelids jumped. He always felt that the portrait in the painting was shocking to him, but Zheng Xiu couldn't explain why.

, it’s obviously just a painting.

why.

"Redraw."

Xie Luohe looked at Zheng Xiu with a smile, his tone was soft, but there was no doubt about his perseverance.

Zheng Xiu silently prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone again.

He raised his pen again and looked at the spotless white paper, unable to write for a long time.

Xie Luohe did not urge him, but looked at Zheng Xiu quietly on the stone through the green flowers, with a calm expression and an occasional smile on his lips.

Zheng Xiu seemed calm at the moment, but he was caught in a weird "game".

Xie Luohe's words seemed to be talking about a dream she had had since childhood, but at the same time, Zheng Xiu understood something completely in an instant, like an enlightenment.

Gongsun Mo's "cannibal paintings" are not as simple as he initially imagined!

This place is not the kind of ghosts he has experienced in the past!

Absolutely unusual!

No wonder there was no news about Feng Bei after he was swallowed by the cannibal painting, but [Inn] could still send his avatar here normally.

No wonder Zheng Xiu entered here as the "incarnation of Zheng Shan" but appeared in his true form.

"This is not simply explained in terms of 'Gongsun Mo's memory world', but...cognition!" Big drops of cold sweat broke out from Zheng Xiu's forehead, and soon even his back was soaked.

The damp and sticky clothes clung to his body, and a gust of cold wind blew, making Zheng Xiu's thin body tremble all over.

Pictures flashed before Zheng Xiu's eyes like a slideshow.

For a moment it was Zheng Xiu’s memory.

For a moment it was Gongsun Mo’s memory.

The memories of the two were like pieces of broken mirrors, quickly split, distorted, reorganized, and disillusioned in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes.

Zheng Xiu understood.

The woman in front of me is Feng Bei.

He is Zheng Xiu.

Just like in real history, Gongsun Mo cannot look exactly like Zheng Xiu, and Xie Luohe's appearance cannot be the same as Feng Bei.

He is Zheng Xiu, she is Feng Bei, it's as simple as that.

But at the same time, Zheng Xiu also realized that he was wrong.

Big mistake.

He should not focus solely on "memory", but on "cognition"!

In Feng Bei's mind, she is Xie Luohe!

Even though she had Feng Bei's memory and everything about Feng Bei, in her perception, it was all a dream, a false dream.

Feng Bei's "knowledge" has been tampered with.

Fengbei's existence itself was swallowed up by the "Xieluo River" and became the "Xieluo River"!

It's not because of memory, but because of "cognition".

"It's useless to only have Feng Bei's memory."

"I see, this is a real cannibal painting."

"Just like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, when he woke up he couldn't tell whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of the butterfly or the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou."

"Everything is messed up and wrong."

"Confused time and space, confused cognition."

"It's me who underestimated this place and thought it was just a ghost place!"

It was precisely because when Zheng Xiu said those words in Xie Luohe that Zheng Xiu suddenly woke up and became extremely frightened when he thought about it carefully.

This place is like a quagmire, confusing everyone who falls into the world in the painting and becoming a completely different person.

A real...cannibal painting!

In cannibal paintings, what is eaten is not the human body, but the human heart!

Recalling everything he had experienced as "Gongsun Mo", Zheng Xiu recalled the sudden headache he had when facing the former imperial master.

Zheng Xiu touched his forehead. On his originally flat skull, an inconspicuous little pimple quietly bulged between his eyebrows.

"It turns out that this is not a simple battle between humans and ghosts, but a battle between strangers and strangers, or even a battle between weird things and weird things."

In Gongsun Mo's scroll, [Prisoner], [Executioner], [Painter], and [Ascetic], four strange things gather together, which is a rare and lively scene.

A table of mahjong, live together.

Zheng Xiu even suspected that if he was not the [prisoner], it is very likely that the moment he was swallowed into the cannibal painting, he would lose himself like Feng Bei now, and regard everything in the past as a big empty dream.

Not clear.

call…

Zheng Xiu often exhaled a breath of turbid air, and in an instant, Zheng Xiu's eyes returned to calmness.

He lowered his hand that had been raised for a long time and meticulously sketched a woman in black clothes and long hair on the white paper again.

"wrong."

Xie Luohe flicked his finger, and a stone the size of a fingernail hit Zheng Xiu's chest like lightning.

Click!

Zheng Xiu clearly heard the sound of his ribs cracking. In severe pain, Zheng Xiu's chest felt tight and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the drawing paper red.

"Redraw."

Xie Luohe turned a blind eye to Zheng Xiu's vomiting of blood and ordered indifferently.

"good."

Zheng Xiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and painted again.

Zheng Xiu drew the same portrait on the drawing paper again and again. Every time when he was about to put the finishing touch, Xie Luohe used the same posture and the same force to pop out a stone and hit Zheng Xiu in the same place on the chest.

As he spit out mouthfuls of blood, Zheng Xiu's face became paler and paler. Around him, discarded papers stained by blood and ink were spread messily on the ground.

"Wrong, redraw."

"good."

"Wrong, redraw."

"good."

"Wrong, redraw."

"good."

Above the dome of Yunhe Village, under the white clouds, the conversation between Xie Luohe and Zheng Xiu only consisted of this simple back and forth.

If you ask me to draw, I will draw.

If you think you made a mistake, just redraw it.

Zheng Xiu was very clear about the scene in front of him, which had long been separated from Gongsun Mo's memory, because based on his understanding of Gongsun Mo, ancestral precepts were as important as Mount Tai, and he would never be able to violate the ancestral precepts and succumb to Xie Luohe's female power to paint Xie Luo He's portrait.

.

Back then, Xieluohe might have fallen inexplicably because of Gongsun Mo's stupid stubbornness. Who knows. But now, the development of the story is getting more and more in the direction that Zheng Xiu expected.

Zheng Xiu vaguely guessed the key to deciphering the cannibal paintings.

"Stop drawing."

At some point, Xie Luohe stepped down from the stone and stood in front of the scholar who was painting with blood.

It was almost dusk, with the Xieluo River facing away from the setting sun, and the golden glow gathered around the Xieluo River, making her figure a bit more dreamy and unreal.

Before he knew it, Zheng Xiu had been painting all day.

Just as he was about to answer, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Although Xie Luohe was merciful, he was really powerless at this moment. Wherever he could withstand Xie Luohe's beating, he was already covered in cuts and bruises.

There was a shaking, and Zheng Xiu's eyes turned black. He pressed his palm on the ink that had not yet dried. Blood mixed with ink and overflowed from Zheng Xiu's fingers. The red and black colors looked particularly dazzling on the white paper.

Faced with the scholar's miserable state, Xie Luohe stretched out his hand to snatch the brush from Zheng Xiu's hand and inserted it with his backhand.
To be continued...