When Wuming walked out of the kitchen and looked at the stars in the sky, he couldn't help but feel depressed. His family members died for no reason. How could he accept this? Why was the world so unfair that Lishan Town suffered such a disaster?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to yell and vent the frustration in his heart, but for fear of disturbing the rest of the two people, he had to give up, turned around and walked to another room, opened the wooden door and walked in.
This is Master Wuming's room. Since the master left two years ago, Wuming will clean the room every half month to remove dust, so that the master who doesn't know when he will come back can rest immediately.
In addition to being used for rest, the master's room is also used as a study. There are many books piled inside, mostly related to medicine. Although the master usually strictly prohibits Wuming from messing with his things, this time Wuming wants to take away some books about medicine. Books may be useful for revenge.
I dug out some books on the bookshelf, and they were all about healing and poison. Both of them could play a certain role in the battle and increase the chance of successful revenge by a few points.
Suddenly, Wuming's attention was focused on the scroll beside him. This scroll was placed alone on a shelf and was incompatible with the piles of books next to it. It was obvious that the master regarded it as a treasure, even though he had seen it before when he was cleaning. This scroll has never been opened and looked at.
The master didn't know when he would be able to return, and he didn't know if he could survive. After thinking about it, he walked to the shelf and took down the scroll. He felt a cold feeling in his hand, which gave people a very comfortable feeling.
Wuming walked to the desk and slowly unfolded the scroll. In the painting was a woman in a small courtyard. She had an ordinary face and was not very good-looking. She was wearing green clothes, holding a needle in her hand and wearing white silk thread, and was knitting. Wearing a piece of clothing.
At this moment, a dazzling white light flashed, and Wuming's eyes closed unconsciously. When he opened them again, he found that he was no longer in the master's room. This was a strange forest, and there was a small farmyard in front of him.
Wuming curiously opened the courtyard door and walked in. He saw a green figure in the courtyard. Wuming felt that it looked very familiar. Suddenly his eyes widened and he was shocked. It turned out to be the woman in the painting. He looked around and saw that it was the woman in the painting. Finding that the yard was just like the one in the painting, the woman carefully knitted the clothes in her hands, seemingly not noticing the unknown presence.
Wuming was a little confused, where was this? Is it in that painting? How did you get here?
After a moment of hesitation, Wuming decided to step forward and ask the woman, "Hello, may I ask where this place is?" Wuming asked the woman his question, but the woman seemed not to hear it and continued to do what she was doing. action.
Wuming saw the woman knitting so selflessly, and was very curious about who could make her concentrate so much. After waiting for a while, the woman still didn't stop, so Wuming had to step forward and pat her on the shoulder.
"Huh?!" As soon as his palm touched the woman's shoulder, he was surprised to find that his palm passed through the woman's body, and the woman still continued her previous actions, as if she didn't notice him, and the nameless palm He took it back and pinched his leg hard. He found that it still hurt and he was not dreaming.
If he wasn't dreaming, why couldn't he touch the woman in front of him? Wuming walked towards a house, but found that he could not touch it either. This made him wonder. This place was really strange and he could not touch anything. Could he be a ghost?
"Ah! You're back. Look at the clothes I knitted for you. It's just a little bit better. Look!" While Wuming was still thinking about what was going on, the woman said towards the door of the courtyard. He raised the clothes that were almost finished in his hands.
Wuming looked toward the door and saw a figure walking in from the door. The figure was very familiar, but he couldn't see his face clearly. There seemed to be a fog on the man's face and he could not see through it.
Just when Wuming was about to move forward and try to communicate with that person, his vision suddenly went dark and he felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was back in the master's room, still holding the painting in his hand.
"Did you just enter this painting?" Wuming made a bold guess, but this was too strange. If he told others, they would probably say that he was sick, but what he had experienced in the past two days made Wuming a little nervous. Silence, the original peaceful life is no longer there, no matter how strange it is.
Wuming took a closer look at the woman in the painting, but could not see anything. Although the woman was not very good-looking, she was not ugly either, and she was a good-looking type. What is this woman? What is the relationship with the master? Why would the master keep such a painting?
Wuming shook his head and closed the scroll again. Although he had many questions in his heart, it didn't matter. All he wanted now was to find those men in black, kill them all, and avenge the villagers!
After sorting out the useful books and selecting a few of the most useful ones, Wuming went to bed and fell asleep. In his dream, he dreamed of the scenes that had happened before. Everyone's faces passed before his eyes, including his grandson. Uncle, Aunt Sun, and Uncle Li. The originally kind faces have become so strange, and their faces are full of pain.
In reality, bead-sized drops of sweat continued to drip down Wuming's face, and the sheets beneath him had been soaked with sweat, leaving a human-shaped mark. "Ah!" Wuming screamed and stood up. Everything in the dream was like a nightmare to him. , always lingering around him, breathing heavily.
Wuming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, lay down and tried to fall asleep again, but as soon as he closed his eyes, just as he was about to fall asleep, their faces appeared in front of him, and finally the figure of the man in black appeared.
Wuming knew that he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep well, so he got up and walked to the table, picked up a book and started reading until dawn. But what he didn't know was that besides him, there was another person who was always suffering from insomnia. hard to fall asleep.
When Wuming walked out of the room with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, the door to his room opposite happened to be opened, and Ren Pingsheng walked out. When the two of them saw each other, they were both stunned, because they both saw the big smile on the other's face. The unknown reason for the dark circles under his eyes was immediately apparent, so Ren Pingsheng's face was particularly embarrassed.
Just as Ren Pingsheng was scratching his face and trying to explain something, the door at the back opened again, and Ye Yuntian walked out, yawning. Although he still didn't seem to have had enough sleep, his condition was much better than Ren Pingsheng's. .
