Talk About A Horror Game, Why Did Li Gui Post It Upside Down?

They still call themselves human beings.

Is it like the calligraphy and painting boss, who clearly knows that he is a ghost, but treats himself as a human being because of Lin Feng's words?

Whatever the answer is, for now, it's in good shape.

He has been in so many dungeons in the horror world, and the ghosts here are the friendliest he has ever encountered.

Do you know there is a boy who draws calligraphy and painting here in the east of the city?

You're talking about Xiao Yang, are you looking for him to order calligraphy and painting?

Lin Yu nodded.

The old man said: That boy is very good at calligraphy and painting. Many people from other villages come to ask for calligraphy and painting.

As he said that, the old man pointed in the direction: The fifth house from that road is the kid's house.

After getting the answer he wanted, Lin Yu thanked the old man and bought him some vegetables.

Some side dishes only cost ten coins. Lin Yu deliberately took out a hundred-yuan coin. The old man looked at his wallet and said, It's too big to find. Forget it, I'll give you this.

Of course Lin Yu didn't want to, so he gave the old man a hundred yuan of coins and said, I'll keep the rest with you until I come back to buy groceries.

After that, he picked up the side dishes and left.

The old man called him twice but didn't call back, so he had to give up.

He knew that Lin Yu would never come to buy groceries again.

It's just rhetoric.

Fourth, fifth, Great Emperor, this is it.

Shangqing stood at the door of the fifth house and looked inside.

Because the gate is a wooden fence gate, the situation in the yard can be clearly seen through the gap.

There were several wooden frames erected in the shade of the yard, with calligraphy and paintings hung on them, seemingly drying in the shade.

Just looking at these calligraphy and paintings, I know that they have found the right place.

Lin Yu knocked on the door and heard a cough from the main room, followed by a hoarse male voice.

Who?

Mr. Xiao, I saw your calligraphy and painting in the market and came to ask for advice.

The door to the main room opened, and a pale-faced ghost from years ago came out.

He looked very weak and would occasionally put his fist to his mouth and cough.

The coughing was not light, as if he wanted to cough his lungs out.

Is he sick?

Shangqing's tone was filled with surprise. He had never seen a sick ghost before.

Lin Yu was the same, but he could tell that this young ghost was indeed sick.

It's probably pneumonia.

The young ghost walked over slowly and looked at them through the wooden fence.

His tone was filled with surprise: Human?

Lin Yu was not surprised that he could tell, and nodded with a smile.

Hello, Mr. Xiao.

Hello.

Xiao Yang looked a little dazed. He hadn't heard from you for a long time.

The last time I heard it was thirty years ago.

A flash of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He opened the wooden fence and let Lin Yu and the others in.

What do you call them two?

Just call me Shangqing. He is the Great Emperor of Fengdu. We all call him Great Emperor.

Shangqing has a good impression of Xiao Yang, who is very bookish.

Xiao Yang nodded and coughed a few more times: You two, come with me.

Are you here to order a painting or to learn painting?

Something flashed in Lin Yu's eyes, and he asked Xiao Yang with a smile: What if it's not the case?

Xiao Yang stopped and looked back at him.

Then why are you here?

Lin Yu did not answer immediately, but talked about what happened in the calligraphy and painting boss's shop.

The boss told me that the paintings are all unique and painted by one person. I looked at those paintings and most of them were landscape paintings, and these landscapes are not available here.

Xiao Yang's face was slightly startled, as if he was lost in memories.

After a while, he nodded: Indeed, the scenery in the painting is not the scenery of the ghost world.

Where is that?

Xiao Yang avoided his eyes and walked slowly into the room, a cold tone sounded.

Written in books, seen in dreams.

To say where it is, it should be a place that people dream of.

Yeah?

Lin Yu lowered his eyes and followed in without saying anything.

Xiao Yang took them to his studio.

There were many paintings inside, and Lin Yu saw a figure painting here. In the painting was a woman wearing a long white dress. 593

She looked back and smiled, with alienation and wariness in her eyes. Pink peach blossoms fell from her head and kissed her cheek.

This is my favorite work and the only figure painting I have.

Xiao Yang walked to him and looked at the painting with him.

Lin Yu glanced sideways and could clearly see the depth of affection in Xiao Yang's eyes.

Looking at the person in the painting and the blurred scenery behind them.

Lin Yu was silent, his guess was verified by this painting.

I'm curious, how did you get to the real world?

He asked directly without any foreshadowing.

Shangqing, who was observing the situation in the studio, was stunned and looked at Xiao Yang in surprise. Has he been to the real world?

It's all a dream.

Xiao Yang sighed, turned around and sat in front of the drawing board.

This is also a painting, but it depicts the scenery of the ghost world, with a gray sky, black vines, and a long street with dark red blood.

The whole painting is very depressing, making people feel uncomfortable just looking at it.

Lin Yu's gaze was focused above. The gray sky was covered with dark clouds, like a pair of eyes, silently staring at the world.

His eyes were cold and heartless.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and looked away.

Mr. Xiao, you are in Fengnian Fifth Village. Have you heard about the situation outside?

Xiao Yang raised his eyes with confusion on his face.

Is this relevant to our topic?

Lin Yu took a deep breath and told him about Yewei Tomb using a black hole to enter the real world and trying to merge the two worlds.

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Xiao Yang's expression did not change: It's useless to tell me this kind of thing, I'm just a painter.

He was so uncooperative that Shangqing couldn't help but frown.

What you're painting is obviously a scene from the real world. If you hadn't been there, how could you have painted it exactly the same? And this girl, behind her is the famous Xia Jing University. You think I can't see it because the background is blurred. Really? I am still the one who graduated.

Lin Yu looked at Shangqing in surprise.

Did he graduate from Xia Jing University?

When did Taoist priests’ educational requirements become so high?

Xiao Yang didn't speak, and stared blankly at the woman in the painting.

Lin Yu approached Shangqing and asked in a low voice: Do you know that woman?