Shuhua looked at the dense arrows in the sky and raised the corners of his mouth.
Within a moment, screams erupted in the hall.
The group of foreigners who had stayed behind before were all suffering now. Whether they supported Zhu Jie or wanted to embrace Master Dongxuan's thighs, they all experienced what they had experienced in the face of the rain of arrows. It's called the equality of all beings.
Those who were good at lightness skills could initially avoid some of the arrows by tossing and turning, but soon they discovered that the arrow rain was so dense and terrifying that it was impossible to find any gaps in it.
Even if he got under the table, it was of no use. It didn't take long for the palace to become calm again.
Shuhua looked around and saw Yecrow and Xianhe lying on the ground without breathing, Dongxuan Zhenren with a gloomy face, and Si Tianjian and others who were still struggling to support themselves in the center of the hall.
However, he was the only one who didn't see Lu Jing, who had punched him before.
Shuhua's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously took half a step back. But as soon as he moved, a voice sounded in his ears, "Are you looking for me?"
Shuhua turned around and saw Lu Jingzheng standing quietly behind him.
His face couldn't help but reveal an expression that he had seen a ghost. At first, he thought that Lu Jing, like Huo Xingsun, had used some special escape method to escape from the arrow rain.
But soon Shuhua noticed that Lu Jing's clothes were riddled with holes. The holes on them were obviously caused by arrows, but there was not even a red mark on the skin under the holes.
Is this guy made of iron? This somewhat absurd idea came to Shu Hua's mind involuntarily, and then he saw Lu Jing reaching out and grabbing the painting basket behind him.
Lu Jing has already observed almost everything. So far, all the abilities of calligraphy and painting, except for the incredible self-recovery, are activated through the painting scroll. Therefore, it stands to reason that as long as he can snatch his painting basket, his abilities should also be It was completely crippled.
As for his own strength, it is not worth mentioning at all. Even if he never dies, there is only a limit to what he can do with his ordinary skills.
So Lu Jing's goal this time was also very clear, but when his palm touched the painting basket, something changed suddenly the next moment.
All the paintings in the basket jumped out and flew towards Lu Jing.
Lu Jing's reaction was not unpleasant. He immediately dodged and passed the first four paintings that flew towards him, and then avoided the sneak attack of the other two paintings.
But he was not willing to let go of the hand holding the painting basket, so the last painting left in the painting basket still touched his finger.
Immediately afterwards, Lu Jing felt his body become light and he was sucked into the painting.
When Lu Jing opened his eyes, he found that he was standing in a mass grave, surrounded by grass and uncared for graves. It looked gloomy.
After seeing Lu Ping's previous experiences, Lu Jing knew that he had entered the world in the painting.
Although he was thinking about Xia Huai, Cheng Guan and others outside, he could only calm down and think about ways to get out of here.
Lu Jing had a vague hunch that if he wanted to break the immortality of calligraphy and painting, the answer might be in the painting.
He was thinking about calligraphy and painting, but unexpectedly the latter appeared again.
The calligraphy and painting still have that otherworldly look, but for some reason there is less of an evil spirit about him. When he came to this mass grave alone, he also looked a little timid, as if he was afraid that a ghost would pop out from somewhere.
But he was afraid of whatever he wanted. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a black shadow falling from the sky.
Then, he was hit hard on the head and died.
Lu Jing waited for a while and found that there was no sign of leaving the painting, and the corpse with calligraphy and painting on the ground also disappeared.
Isn't it really that simple?
Lu Jing lowered his head and thought for a moment. After a while, the same calligraphy and painting appeared again in the same position. Lu Jing was not in a hurry to start again this time.
After thinking about it for a while, he went forward directly.
"Who is it?" Shuhua raised the lantern a little higher, illuminating a lonely grave in front of him. He also saw Lu Jing standing beside the grave. He almost threw away the lantern in his hand and turned around to run away.
Fortunately, Lu Jing said later, "I am a human, not a ghost."
After hearing this, Shuhua breathed a sigh of relief, and Lu Jing was also carefully observing the expression on his face. So far, Lu Jing had not seen any disguise on his part.
Moreover, the clothes and appearance of the calligraphy and painting in front of him were no different from the previous calligraphy and painting, but Lu Jing always felt that he was a little strange, as if he was another person.
Shuhua cupped his hands at Lu Jing and said politely, "Brother, why are you here in the middle of the night?"
"Go to the grave." Lu Jing's answer made Shuhua's eyelids twitch a few more times.
Because this place is a famous mass grave, the people buried there are naturally lonely people. Otherwise, if there are descendants who are still alive, they will not be able to bear to leave their ancestors in such a ghost place.
So Lu Jing's words about visiting the grave couldn't help but make calligraphy and painting come to mind, but then he heard the latter ask, "Who are you and why do you come here?"
"Oh, I'm Song Boyan in Xia Qingzhou. As for why you came here..." Song Boyan had a look on his face that was difficult to explain in detail.
Lu Jing didn't press him, because from the pile of things he was carrying on his back, Lu Jing could already tell what he was here for.
This guy actually came to fight!
But the problem is that he didn't even try to find a tomb of a noble family. What kind of trouble did he want to make when he touched the mass grave? It's impossible for the people buried here to have any valuable burial objects.
Moreover, looking at calligraphy and painting like this, it is obvious that he is not a professional, but more like a novice, which makes Lu Jing's heart full of confusion.
Shuhua, on the other hand, was still thinking about his great cause, and after chatting with Lu Jingxian for a few words, there was a hint of impatience on his face.
So Lu Jing took the initiative to say goodbye, and Shuhua breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Lu Jing's figure disappear into the darkness, he waited for a while before he found what he was looking for again.
Lu Jing watched for a while and saw that he had been rummaging through the calligraphy and paintings, but he still found nothing. Lu Jing became impatient, so he left him alone for the time being and walked forward for a while.
In the end, he probably walked less than two miles when his eyes suddenly lit up, but it changed directly from midnight to noon, and the scene in front of him also changed.
The ghostly mass grave turned into a battlefield filled with shouts of death, and when Lu Jing raised his head, he felt that the scene in front of him was particularly familiar.
Isn't this the rain of arrows that the calligraphy and painting caused in the palace earlier? Seeing this rain of arrows, Lu Jing can be sure that he has changed the painting.
