"You are..." Fang Ye looked at the young man in front of him and was stunned for a moment.
Su Yun smiled slightly and gently tapped Fang Ye's eyebrows with one finger.
Fang Ye was shocked and felt a coolness all over his body. The fog that shrouded his mind was quickly dispelled.
In just a few breaths, the confusion in Fang Ye's eyes faded away, his eyes became clear, and his surging energy emerged from his body.
"Fellow Taoist Su Yun." Fang Ye came back to his senses, looked at the surrounding environment, and said in surprise: "What kind of place is this? How could I appear here?"
However, Su Yun had not yet responded.
The fat manager had already started shouting and scolding: "You bastard! Boy from the Danhuo Room, who let you come into the dining room! And Fang Ye, what are you talking about with him? Just work hard for me!"
Nearby, some other kitchen workers couldn't help but look over.
The fat supervisor came over even more aggressively, raised his hand, and was about to slap Fang Ye in the face.
Fang Ye frowned. With the help of Su Yun, he had gotten rid of the influence of the power of the great world in the painting, and now he has restored his consciousness and cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm.
Seeing the fat manager's movements, a sword energy burst out from his body to kill the fat manager.
However, as soon as his sword energy left his body, Su Yun stretched out his hand and crushed it into pieces.
"Here, if you can't help but take action, try not to take action. Even if you really have to take action, you have to control the impact to the minimum." Su Yun reminded.
While speaking, a powerful spiritual wave radiated out and enveloped the entire dining room.
For a moment, all the kitchen workers in the dining room, including the fat supervisor, stood there with dull expressions.
After all, this dining room is just a place responsible for cooking meals. The people here are not very cultivated. Even the fat supervisor who is the person in charge is only a Nascent Soul cultivator. In front of Su Yun, he was easily confused.
"Fellow Taoist Su Yun, what on earth is going on?" Fang Ye saw this and asked again.
"Do you still remember the mural we saw before?" Su Yun said lightly: "We are in the world of the painting now!"
Hearing this, Fang Ye's pupils shrank suddenly.
In a mural, a small world of space was opened up. Such a method was still a little scary even for someone in his state of transformation.
"We are in a world in a painting, so... are these people real or fake?" Fang Ye pointed at the fat supervisor and the kitchen workers around him.
These people obviously have their own thoughts and consciousness. If they are just fake characters drawn by others, it is logically impossible to do so.
Su Yun sighed lightly and said: "These people are not just the people in the painting. If I guessed correctly, they should be the original practitioners of this supply point, but they died for some unknown reason. Some people
The consciousness of their residual souls was integrated into the murals, creating such a world in the painting, allowing them to exist in the world in another way. I am afraid they are not aware until now that they have actually perished."
Fang Ye felt horrified when he heard this, and he remembered his previous state.
He really regarded himself as an ordinary cook in this kitchen. If Su Yun hadn't woken him up, he probably wouldn't have been able to remember the past, let alone realize that he was in the painting.
Suddenly, Fang Ye seemed to have thought of something, his face changed, and he pointed to the two animal bones hanging in the side hall of the dining room.
"Well, those are Taoist friends Mo Xin and Qingchuan, they..." Fang Ye said anxiously.
"Dead!" Su Yun sighed and said, "They have died, and their life essence has been absorbed by the world in the painting."