Chapter 132 There is no god in the world, it is you who write history! (2)

Can’t finish eating and walk around?

As soon as this idea came up, the artist himself was shocked.

He took another closer look, and his face, which was originally calm and even had a confident smile, suddenly changed color in shock.

What was in that sack... was actually the living spirit in the painting!

Song Lanyi was puzzled by everyone in the audience, so he lifted up the sack. What was revealed in the sack was none other than men with handsome faces, no less beautiful than women.

Some of them have handsome faces, which can be compared with those of the waiters specially raised in the flower house.

Seeing this scene, everyone below exclaimed, "Whose son is this? He is so beautiful."

When Song Lanyi mentioned the spirit, he saw a fierce look in his eyes. How could he have the charming and pitiful look in the painting before?

Song Lanyi pressed his thumb gently on Jinggui's waist and abdomen.

Just pointing it down gave her a weird feeling.

It was as if, except for the bones, there was nothing underneath the skin, and there were none of the flesh and blood meridians that humans have.

Song Lanyi took another look at the spirit monster. Where the spirit monster didn't see it, her pupils slowly rotated. The pupils were deep and dark, like a bottomless cold pool.

After a few breaths, she had some calculations in her mind.

Just at this time, there was another muttering from the audience, "It's so pitiful that such a handsome young man should be tied up in a sack like this."

As soon as these words came out, many people nodded in approval.

It's just that more people have a bystander attitude.

Haven't you seen those strange men jumping out of the walls?

Why were these people hiding in the painting wall, and why did Song Lanyi drag them out...

These all need to be carefully considered.

The painter couldn't help but have a smile on his face as he listened to the discussion in the audience.

But when he looked at Song Lanyi, his face suddenly changed.

"Little girl, these are all the helpers I invited. Why are you making things difficult for us craftsmen? Farmers rely on the sky for food, and we rely on people for food. This is an iron rice bowl. Don't interrupt our livelihood."

"Craftsman?" Song Lanyi raised his brows, lifted the back of the monster's neck, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and slashed hard along the center of the monster's back neck, that is, at the spine.

Then he saw a piece of human skin flying with Song Lanyi's fingers, peeling off the monster's skeleton.

The crowd screamed first, implying that Song Lanyi was some kind of crazy murderer who actually killed people in broad daylight.

But after a while, everyone slowly came back to their senses when they heard the same curses coming from the monster's mouth.

Which family's son-in-law can still curse as always after being skinned?

Song Lanyi finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw everyone slowly reacting and looked at the painter whose legs were shaking like chaff as he knew his lie had been exposed.

Now I finally know that this is not a human being, but a mountain spirit, right?

But before she was completely relieved, she suddenly saw an old woman in the audience. She burst into tears and fell to her knees with a thud.

"My dear gods! Last year my family offended He Bo, and the floods washed away our fields. I wonder if the old god can give us some magic to save us from the pain of hammering here and there in order to make a living in the city?"

Hearing this, the crowd, who had heard and seen various gods, cheered and fell down in large numbers.

Even those who don't believe in gods, when they saw this magical scene, they still had the idea of ​​not believing it, so they knelt on the ground and worshiped the skeleton.

At this moment, Song Lanyi stood on the high platform, looking down at the people below, and suddenly felt cold all over.

This kind of coldness is not the kind of coldness that occurs when the wind blows in the cold spring weather.

Instead, it started to feel cold from the bottom of my heart, and then spread to the limbs bit by bit, layer by layer, burst by burst, as if covered by frost and naked between heaven and earth, so that in the end, my arms were all covered with ice.

Thin goose bumps, and when you touch it with your fingers, you can also feel the slightly raised trichomes.

She wanted to be angry, she wanted to scream loudly, she wanted to say to the group of amiable and respectable but pitiful people below that they were all liars. There is no god in the world, and those who truly write miracles in history are also

Not the gods, but themselves.

When the painter saw her, her legs returned to normal at some point. He looked at Song Lanyi, smiled contemptuously, lowered his voice, and said in a voice that only Song Lanyi and he could hear, "Look, what are you doing for this?"

A bunch of stupid people have spoken out, but instead of being grateful to you, they are grateful to me, the chief culprit. Do you dare to say that you don’t have any resentment in your heart?”

After saying that, he raised his head and laughed again, "You don't have to ask for trouble anymore. Little girl, let me tell you, the water in this southern region is deeper than you think. The people in this place are deeper than you think."

They are even more stupid! You are so stupid that if you ride on their necks, eat their meat raw, and drink their blood thirsty, they will smile and bow their heads, just like the most humble and despicable slaves..."

Before the last slave could finish his sentence, Song Lanyi punched him directly.

There was a dull collision sound, and the painter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Song Lanyi with fierce eyes, and spit out two fallen back molars with a "bah" sound, "Do you know who I am?"

Song Lanyi sneered. This time, she directly punched and kicked her, hitting the painter with his head in his hands and running away, screaming in pain. Even the brush in his hand was stepped on by Song Lanyi and was broken in half.

"It doesn't matter who you are. I'll just tell you one thing. People from the underworld who come to the upper world and accept the incense of the upper world must abide by the rules of the upper world!"

"Here, if it's a tiger, you have to lie down; if it's a dragon, you have to coil up!"

After saying this, Song Lanyi imitated the painter's behavior, and whispered in the painter's ear, "Since you think that the underworld has the style of the underworld, let me show you the rules of the underworld.

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The rules of the underworld?

The painter was stunned, wondering what Song Lanyi meant when he suddenly said this.

The next moment, the flow of people in the distance suddenly spread outwards, and then divided on both sides. A group of high-spirited and cold-armored guards on tall horses came over with swords and halberds.

When they saw the scene on the stage, they seemed a little shocked and subconsciously looked at Niu Dali in the crowd.

This... is the Song Lanyi who the prince said... was so weak that he was bullied by others?

But looking at how dead and injured he was, if he didn't know it, he would have thought it was a female gangster who appeared out of nowhere.

However, this does not affect their ability to complete their tasks.

I saw the leading guard walking up to the painter, without even looking at the spirit lying on the ground, and shouted coldly, "Take all these monsters... away!"

Finished today~
Chapter completed!