In the suburbs, Xiangyang Community, Room 404, a young man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes full of confusion:
"Where am I?"
Suddenly, a sharp pain came into my mind, and countless memories appeared in my mind.
As memories emerged, he knew the whole story. His name was Lin Qian, and he was a wage earner in his previous life. For some unknown reason, he actually traveled through time and entered a novel he had read before.
For unknown reasons, the owner of this body is also named Lin Qian, a high school student.
"Mysterious resurgence? Yang Jian? Knocking on the door? What the hell, how did you travel to the mysterious resurgence?"
Lin Qian had a headache. He didn't know what to do. There was nothing wrong with traveling through time, but he wanted to travel into a mysterious recovery.
Don’t you know how dangerous this world is? This world is in trouble!
Now Lin Qiandu still remembers the setting of facing Gui in Mysterious Resurrection:
"You can't kill Gui."
"The only one who can deal with Gui is Gui."
"Sui kills according to rules."
Lin Qian is a little speechless now. He is now an ordinary person, a high school student, a high school student in the Seventh High School:
"Wait, Seventh High School? Oh no! I don't seem to be just from Seventh High School, I seem to be in the same class as Yang Jian."
Wait? Do you want it to be that exciting?."
Lin Qian is getting a headache now the more she thinks about it, what should she do?
Suddenly, at this moment, a piece of information suddenly appeared in Lin Qian's mind:
"Stealing? Can you steal Li Jui's power?"
Lin Qian became energetic instantly. Is this my time travel golden finger?
Is it so powerful? Can you directly steal Li Ju's power? Including Li Ju himself?
"If this is the case, I still have to go to today's class. For this ability, I also have to see the old man who knocks on the door. If he successfully steals the realm, then it will be a big deal."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian had some ideas, and she did it immediately. She quickly sat up from the bed, packed her things and got ready to go out.
In this world, it is not easy for ordinary people to survive. In this world where there is a sudden resurgence, hell is empty, and the five turbid worlds are evil, if you don't know how to control some power that is beyond ordinary people, then death will actually be instantaneous.
matter.
And becoming a trickster is such a path. Although controlling evil ghosts still faces death, at least it is a death that can be chosen by oneself. Since he has a way to easily control the trick, then he must try it.
He doesn't want to become one of the numbers on the headquarters file one day...
Thinking of this, Lin Qian became more determined to go to school. But just when Lin Qian was about to go out, Lin Qian was stunned. Lin Qian looked at the ink painting hanging in front of the door. Lin Qian was a little afraid.
Confidence:
"This, this is a trick, a trick?! Are you kidding me?"
Lin Qian staggered back a few steps and looked at the wheat fields, small residential houses, and a woman in the ink painting:
"Impossible, how could Guihua appear here? Wouldn't she be passing through Dachang City in a few days?"
"It's impossible. This must be fake. In the novel, the ghost paintings have never appeared in Dachang City."
"This should be fake. Well, it's fake. I'm just scaring myself."
Lin Qian patted her heart. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense and she was no longer so scared.
"It is impossible for a trick of this level to appear here at this time. Judging from the time, the current trick should be being imprisoned by overseas trick masters, so it will not appear here.
"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian felt more relieved. Looking at the ink painting hanging on the door, after thinking about it, Lin Qian walked over and planned to take it down. After all, it felt weird to hang it like this.
The moment Lin Qian touched the painting, a pale hand stretched out from the painting and instantly pulled Lin Qian into the painting.
Lin Qian was confused at this time. There were already ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart:
"Nima, it's really a trick. Are you kidding me? My life is at stake!"
This was Lin Qian's last thought before entering Guihua, and it was quite a joke.
At this time, at No. 7 High School, Yang Jian looked at the empty seats in front of him with some confusion:
"Why didn't Lin Qian come? It's almost time for the final exam, but you still dare to skip class? He's a cruel person."
Shaking his head, Yang Jian was not thinking about Lin Qian. Listening to his classmates discussing some incredible things that had happened recently, he had a bad feeling that something might happen today.
But he said it was inside the painting
In a European-style residential house, Lin Qian shook his head and looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, a little confused. Where is this?
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Lin Qian suddenly stood up. He remembered that I was attacked by a ghost. Looking around, Lin Qian suddenly felt creepy. The European-style home:
"This is? In the mysterious realm of Guihua?..., you are playing with me."
Lin Qian rubbed his eyebrows and glanced around. He suddenly felt that he might not be able to get out, and felt infinitely desolate in his heart:
"Why do other people who travel through time travel have wives and children on the hot bed, etc. When he arrives, he travels through time and enters a mysterious recovery, and the beginning is an S-level supernatural event [Cunning Painting], haha... This is quite unique..."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian felt even worse and continued to look around. Suddenly Lin Qian seemed to have thought of something:
"Hey? Wasn't I attacked by Li Jui? Why didn't I die?"
Thinking of this, Lin quickly checked his body. This test revealed that something was wrong.
Lin Qian discovered something was wrong. His hand had turned so pale. Lin Qian looked at his left hand, which was pale and without a trace of blood. He felt it carefully for a while.
Only then did he realize that his left hand had no warmth at all. Lin Qian looked at his hand:
"Is this? Stealing Li Jui's power?"
Lin Qian moved his left hand and found that he seemed to be able to use a strange power:
"It seems that the theft was successful, otherwise I would not have survived."
"This Li Wei's ability seems to be painting? Damn it! What kind of ability is this?"
Suddenly Lin Qian's face became a little excited:
"This ability is okay. I can move through and shrink in the painting at will, but I don't know if I can leave the treacherous realm."
Thinking about this, Lin Qian felt a little sad, but at this moment, a message suddenly appeared in Lin Qian's mind, which made Lin Qian's face instantly turn ugly:
"What kind of cunning ability is this? When others use the cunning ability, they will be resurrected. How come he has changed now?"
Lin Qian's whole body felt bad:
"What does it mean that when I use Li Jui's power, I have to attract Li Jui? This is unscientific. It doesn't matter if I attract Li Jui, I still attract Li Jui whose power I have stolen."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian looked at his left hand. There seemed to be a sly painting here. The sly painting seemed to be part of the sly painting. So according to this reasoning, wouldn't it be true that if I use the power of sly painting in the future, it will attract the sly painting?
Thinking of this, Lin Qian felt a little hopeless. He didn't even know if he could escape from Jui Hua. But you told me that as long as you use Li Jui's power, you will attract Jui Hua?
Well, no, it seems that even if you don't use the power of Li Gui, you will still attract Gui Hua, because Li Gui will revive!
"... Are you determined to kill yourself? Can we still communicate properly? Huh?"
At this moment, Lin Qian only felt that her life was boring.
At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door. The sound was dull, and each step was accompanied by a creaking sound, which was not like a human being.
This made Lin Qian's face instantly turn ugly. This was within the realm of sly painting, and it was unlikely that he was a living person. If he was not a living person, then it could only be a sly painting!
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Some passages are blocked and not shown, so when reading, you will have the feeling that the protagonist is very reckless.