bayedsolid Chapter 117 Ma Liang's Magic Brush
Chapter 117 Ma Liang's Magic Brush
That person is...
Yun Zhao and Qi Yan exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Old Sun, the ferryman!"
The river between the town and the meadow is called "Weak Water," and only boats made of a special type of wood can float on it.
The Ruoshui River is not calm; it can be turbulent from time to time. The ferryman has to rely on his boat-steering skills to keep the boat steady.
Old Sun, who managed to escape the net, was quite famous in the town. His boat was the most stable among all the ferrymen. When I was on the boat, I heard the old lady say that even people from Lingxu Palace would give Old Sun priority when crossing the river.
Yun Zhao knew where Old Sun lived, and to avoid any unforeseen complications, she and Qi Yan went directly to Old Sun's house.
As the sun sets, Old Sun and his grandson Little Stone have arrived home. If nothing unexpected happens, Old Sun is preparing dinner for them.
But Yun Zhao had spoken to Little Stone, and Little Stone was no longer trapped in the cycle. So, on the way to the Sun family, Yun Zhao saw Little Stone playing with his friends.
When they arrived at Old Sun's house, they saw that Old Sun was still trapped in the loop.
"Stone, come and eat."
Old Sun spoke to the air in front of him with a kind expression, and even put food into the empty bowl.
It seems that his grandson, Little Stone, is sitting there.
Yun Zhao stepped forward and said softly, "Uncle Sun, it's dawn, time to get to work..."
Before she could finish speaking, Old Sun stopped serving food to Little Stone and said irritably, "Whose child are you? What are you doing working so late at night?"
"Hey, where's Little Stone? He's eating! Where did he go?"
Old Sun noticed that his grandson was not in front of him and immediately became anxious, staggering as he went to look for him.
Yun Zhao hurriedly said, "We saw Little Stone when we came. He was playing outside with some other children."
Old Sun finally breathed a sigh of relief, muttering that he was going to find Little Stone to bring him back for dinner.
This time, however, he wasn't in a hurry and slowly got up and walked out.
Yun Zhao and Qi Yan walked out of Old Sun's house. She looked at the orderly town and asked, "They've all stopped cycling, so why are we still here?"
Qi Yan frowned in thought, "Let's wait another night and see how things go tomorrow."
Yun Zhao nodded. After running around for so long, she was exhausted. So, she and Qi Yan returned to their temporary residence to rest and wait for tomorrow.
The Spirit of Extinction is particularly clingy, especially to Yun Zhao. There are two rooms in the courtyard where they are temporarily staying. Every night, the Spirit of Extinction will grow larger and occupy half of Yun Zhao's bed.
Because the little guy... uh, the big guy is so soft and feels amazing, Yun Zhao refused Qi Yan's bed-warming service and sent him to sleep in another room.
At first, Hanmujiao grinned and laughed at Qi Yan, but when Yun Zhao threw it out of the house and Qi Yan wouldn't let it back into his house, it stopped laughing.
The poor dragon became homeless.
Tonight was no exception. Seeing that no one would take it in, Hanmujiao sighed, then skillfully climbed up a tree in the courtyard and closed its eyes to cultivate.
At midnight, as the wind rustled through the treetops, Han Mujiao suddenly opened his eyes. His cold, vertical pupils stared at the entrance to the courtyard, and a powerful pressure swept over him, trying to make the people standing there get out of there.
Unexpectedly, instead of being intimidated by the pressure, those people forcefully broke through the locked courtyard gate and slowly walked in.
Han Mujiao glanced at the people and saw that they were residents of this small town. However, they seemed to be controlled by something, their eyes were unfocused, and they only knew to walk forward.
"With such a commotion, why aren't they coming out?"
Han Mujiao muttered something under his breath, then quickly flew into Qi Yan's room and kicked him awake.
Qi Yan heard the commotion outside, but for some reason, although he was conscious, he couldn't move his body.
Fortunately, the icy dragon's tail snapped at him... uh, woke him up.
Seeing that he was awake, Han Mujiao hurriedly said, "There are..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qi Yan jumped out of bed and rushed out in a flurry.
Han Mujiao was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly chased after him, "Hey, hey, don't do it, don't do it, they're just ordinary people..."
But when it came out, it saw Qi Yan ignoring the residents who were slowly approaching and rushing into Yun Zhao's house.
Oh, so you were worried about your wife. It's alright then.
wrong.
Looking at the densely packed crowd, Han Mujiao immediately felt a headache coming on.
What do you mean it's alright? It's clearly a major incident!
Yun Zhao and Qi Yan were in the same situation; they couldn't move their bodies, but they could hear the sounds from the outside world.
She heard Qi Yan calling her name, and she also heard the anxious cries of the Spirit of Extinction. She tried to wake up, but she couldn't.
Yun Zhao tried to call the system, but the system was not there.
As she racked her brains trying to regain her senses, a long, drawn-out voice seemed to come from the heavens: "Come...come...come...come with me..."
Yun Zhao was in a hurry when he heard the faint voice and instinctively said, "What do you mean, 'come'? I'm not going!"
The voice paused for a moment, then after two seconds, it called Yun Zhao over again.
Seeing that she couldn't wake up on her own, Yun Zhao had no choice but to search for the location of the voice. With a thought, she found herself in complete darkness.
She could no longer hear Qi Yan and the Spirit of Extinction; she could only see a glimmer of light in the darkness.
She walked toward the light, and after about fifteen minutes, she reached its location.
Yun Zhao was surprised to find that the light was not from a candle or a lighting artifact, but from a pen.
It looks a bit like the talisman pen I found at the entrance of Lingxu Palace, but the patterns on the pen are not as complex as those on the talisman pen.
Yun Zhao wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like he'd seen this pen somewhere before.
Hmm, it looks a bit like Ma Liang's magic paintbrush.
Seeing that the voice did not sound again, Yun Zhao tentatively asked, "Who are you?"
"Why aren't you saying anything? Did you call me over here so I could take this pen?"
She asked several questions over and over, but no one answered her. Helpless, Yun Zhao took a few steps forward and held the pen in her hand.
Suddenly, a bright white light flashed before Yun Zhao's eyes. He instinctively closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he met Qi Yan's worried gaze.
Qi Yan hurriedly said, "Zhao Zhao, you're finally awake. Are you hungry? Thirsty? Is anything bothering you?"
He rambled on for a while, and Yun Zhao didn't know which question to answer, so she could only say, "Ayan, I'm fine. By the way, I heard a noise outside. What was that?"
As soon as she finished asking the question, she noticed that Qi Yan's expression was strange.
“Zhaozhao, you slept for three days. The commotion that night was made by the residents, they…”
Qi Yan described the scene that night to Yun Zhao. The residents seemed to be under control, rushing one after another into Yun Zhao's house.
Fearing that they might injure or kill the residents and be trapped in the Realm of Obsession, Han Mujiao and Qi Yan knocked them all unconscious and tied them up.