Suddenly, in the black coffin, one of the 108 soul-squeezing nails on the immortal in the painting suddenly flashed an amazing black light, and then the black light suddenly reflected a picture in the air! This picture seemed to be something seen from the perspective of the immortal in the painting, and she seemed to be in a downtown city in the picture. Looking at the height of this perspective, it seemed that she had just reached the height of an ordinary person's thigh, and she should still be a little girl.

In front of her, there were more than a dozen tall, short, fat or thin men looking at her.

There is no sound in this picture, but just looking at the mouths of those people in the picture, Lin Hao can also see that these men seem to be asking for the price, and the situation in which the immortal in the painting was in at that time... was actually being sold by a sign.

"Brother-in-law, the little girl is just four years old. We all buy it home as a daughter or a child bride. If you buy it home, you want to be a concubine, right?

Can you hold on until she grows into you?”

In the picture, facing the fairy in the painting, an ugly man with a big slut on his lips teased and said an old man in his sixties or seventies next to him. It seemed that the old man had a high bid and suppressed the bids of others.

But the father-in-law ignored the man and made a bid again, doubled the original price, and squatted in front of the immortal in the painting, and asked, "Ye'er, would you like to go with me?"

The immortal in the picture seemed to shake his head, looking at the old man with a little timidity, as if he had heard the man's words and became afraid of the old man.

The old man did not force it. He sighed and nodded lightly, but he still threw a bag of money on the shop and said something to the stall owner who sold the immortal in the painting. Because the immortal in the painting was too small at that time, Lin Hao could not see all the words of the old man in the picture, so he could only vaguely see the old man's mouth moving a few times. It was speculated that the old man was probably persuading the stall owner not to sell the immortal in the painting. Although he could not buy the little girl, the money was willing to leave to the stall owner and let the stall owner raise the immortal in the painting into a human.

In this way, is that stall owner the father of the immortal in the painting?

As the picture turned, it was no longer in the downtown area, but in a dark room, like a woodshed room. The fairy in the painting hid in the corner of the firewood. The only thing she could see from the perspective was her scarred arms, which seemed to have just been beaten.

At this time, the immortal in the painting in the picture heard something, suddenly stood up, tiptoed to the door, walked out of the door, and touched the main hall of the farmhouse in the dark night when he was almost unable to see his fingers. He grabbed the door and shouted at the inner room where the candlelight was lit inside and the stove was burning. It seemed to be the word "Dad".

But immediately afterwards, a man who was not the father of the fairy in the painting walked out of the inner room, holding a hatchet in his hand, burning blood all over, and holding a purse from the old man in one hand. Then he lifted the terrified immortal in the painting, saying something that the father of the fairy in the painting had sold her to him.

In a hurry, the young fairy in the painting had only had time to glance into the inner room, but only saw a handsome man who looked like a scholar, lying in a pool of blood, holding a few tiny pieces and a few pieces of silver in his hand... The picture turned dark, and I don't know if the fairy in the painting was fainted at that time, or if her memory ended here.

"Um?"

"I've captured the wrong memory."

At this time, the evil saint on the opposite side narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised his hand. The picture reflected in the void disappeared suddenly, but it did not return to the soul-squeezing nail or the immortal in the painting, but disappeared directly in the void and turned into nothingness! At the same time, the immortal in the painting in the coffin suddenly squeezed his eyes in pain.

It seemed that something or something important disappeared from her forever.

On the other side, Lin Hao, who was nailed to the wall, clenched his fist, but the ten soul-squeezing nails on his body immediately made him feel convulsive and screamed. But even so, he still shouted at the woman: "Let her go! Don't touch her!!"

"You dare to erase her memory! I don't allow you to touch her!!"

"Oh, you don't allow it?"

Opposite the woman, who was not covered with inches of strands on her thighs, patted her palms on her thighs, and made a crisp sound, looking at Lin Hao with a smile, as if she was looking at a joke.

As she said that, her palm grabbed the immortal in the painting in the black coffin again, and suddenly, another soul-squeezing nail emitted an astonishing black light, and then the black light reflected another picture in the void! At this time, Lin Hao could not know that these pictures were actually all the soul-squeezing nails, memories drawn from the souls of the immortals in the painting! All the things that emerged in those pictures were buried in the depths of the memory of the immortals in the painting, and some of the most profound things that were most important to her! But these things, these memories, were only completely erased in the hands of this woman!! This woman didn't know what she wanted to find from the memory of the immortals in the painting, but if she couldn't find what she wanted, she would ruthlessly erase those memories! Without these memories, could the immortals in the painting still be the immortals in the painting?

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"stop!!!"

Bang! In his rage, Lin Hao clenched his fists with both hands and suddenly shook the two soul-suppressing nails pierced on his arms. Even though both arms were firmly nailed to the wall, he tore open two terrifying bloody holes. At this moment, he seemed to be unable to feel the pain at all. Almost as soon as his hands were free, he immediately pinched the marks at the same time... However, his meridians had already broken all the time when he was fully pursuing the Tao word technique. Where could there be spiritual energy for him to use?

There is no spiritual energy, but also demonic energy! Lin Hao quickly formed a seal frantically and immediately wanted to use a magic trick to interrupt the evil saint's arbitrary use of the immortal in the painting.

But he was fast, but the woman was faster! He didn't wait for his two-hand seal to form, and he had just let his arms regain freedom. In an instant, more than twenty soul-squeezing nails appeared in front of him again, and then ruthlessly pierced into his body again! A total of thirty-squeezing nails nailed his arms and body again on the stone wall! Opposite, the woman with red snails looked at Lin Hao with interest, with one hand floating in the air, and behind her, there were seventy-two soul-squeezing nails, slowly floating.
Chapter completed!