Volume 1, Chapter 4, The Murderer Wang Fang

When Wang Fang brought the pot and rice back to the backyard, Wukong had already prepared the carriage. This monkey was once the Bima Wen of the Heavenly Court, and the Tianma was tamed by him, not to mention that this ordinary horse could not withstand his "official power".

When the king put the carriage, Wukong blew a breath towards the courtyard wall, and the courtyard wall collapsed; after another breath, all the fire in front of him was extinguished.

A passage leads directly to the outside of the village.

Wukong jumped onto the horse's back, twisted his body and gently patted the horse's butt, and the horse pulled the car and ran out along the cleared road.

The king put it in the carriage and used the bricks he picked up to set up the pot, and poured the rice into the pot. Without water, Wukong used his magic to get some porridge water; without fire, Wukong put a rootless fire under the stove.

The fire quickly boiled the water in the pot, and the rice grains churned in the splashes.

Wang Fang was waiting for the porridge to be cooked and looked at Jiang Xiaozhi lying beside her. The efficacy of the century-old ginseng gradually increased, her skin became a little red, and her lips changed from purple to white. Although the inhalation was still weak, it was quite stable.

"Thank you, Wukong." Wang Fang thanked him sincerely.

This evening was a strange night for him.

Wukong, who was straddling the horse, said, "Mr. Wang... Although I, Lao Sun, was born in the painting of the universe, in this world, I was born because of you. Without you, there would be no my painting of the universe, and I would not know where I came from.

Therefore, I respect you as the king's master.

I really want to see what the story behind me is so exciting. If you want to thank me, please complete my old Sun's painting scroll.

I've been out for so long, I miss my children a little!

This horse has been tamed by me so much that it is extremely obedient, and the car has also gotten on the straight road. I will go back to Huaguo Mountain first, if there is anything... please call me again."

Wukong was free and easy by nature. After saying that, a long scroll circled around him, and Wukong's body scattered into the scroll.

Then the scroll more than ten feet long flew to Wang Fang, and then rolled it into a scroll layer by layer, and then suddenly disappeared.

There was only this carriage driving towards the county town in the straight road at night. On both sides were blurred woods, and the squeaking insects were heard one after another.

The mountains that are getting farther and farther away reveal a black outline under the moonlight. At the foot of the mountain, the burning villages reflect the sky red.

Wang Fang let the carriage drive by himself, and the straight road is not too bumpy.

He gently helped Jiang Xiaozhi up and let her head rest on his legs. Then he picked up a porcelain bowl and served a bowl of porridge from the boiling pot, and stirred it with a spoon to make the porridge cool faster.

When he felt the temperature was right, Wang Fang scooped out a spoonful of porridge and slowly placed it to Jiang Xiaozhi's mouth, saying, "Xiaozhi... can you hear it? Open your mouth and eat something. We are about to arrive in Zejun, and you will get better soon."

"Brother..." Jiang Xiaozhi murmured. After feeling the hot porridge beside her mouth, she instinctively opened her mouth.

...

Gu Silang, who was fleeing in a hurry, took his family to Gaogang outside the village. The villagers who were driven out gathered here, watching their houses engulfed in the sea of ​​fire.

There were constant curses and constant crying.

The crying sound came from Gu Silang's side, which was his wife and children holding each other and sitting on the ground crying.

The home is gone, everything is gone.

How should a family live?

The mountain wind blew with the heat waves, making Gu Silang's ears hurt. Although his broken ears were given medicine and simple bandage, he was bleeding all the way.

"Wang Fang!" Looking at the corner of the house where the fire was hidden, Gu Silang gritted his teeth in hatred: "The hatred of destroying the family, the hatred of breaking the ears, I, Gu Silang, share the same sympathy with you. I will go to Ze County to report to the officials and tell you to collude with the demon clan and kill my villagers!"

Gu Silang made a vow to the burning mountain village, and then he wanted to find the escaped villagers and go to Zejun to report to the officials.

But he suddenly realized that the crying that had been ringing on the hills had stopped at some point, and there was only tears of his wife and children around him.

Gu Silang looked back and then the scene in front of him made him feel like he was penetrated by lightning, and his whole body was stiff. His legs were trembling involuntarily, and his mind was blank.

In front of Gu Silang, all the villagers who escaped fell to the ground. Their faces were ashen, their eyes were wide open, and blood was flowing out of their seven orifices. There were also villagers who were dead, with their mouths open, wanting to shout but couldn't make any sound.

Everyone had a hideous face, and it was obvious what kind of pain they had suffered.

A hundred people fell in front of Gu Silang, and only his family of three were left in the hills.

A strong wind blew by, and with the screams of his wife, a figure appeared in front of Gu Silang.

It was a woman wearing a black silk robe with pale skin, black and purple lips, and black eyes. Her hands were pressed against a boy's head, and her inch-long fingertips reflected a sharp-edged cold light.

Recognizing that the boy in the woman's hand was his own son, Gu Silang shouted: "You, you, let go of my son, I will give you whatever you want."

After his son was stolen, his wife also saw the dead bodies on duty. Finally, she could not bear the continuous stimulation and fainted.

Gu Silang knelt on the ground, begging in tears.

The woman touched the child's head, as if considering where his nails were pierced, and asked Gu Silang at the same time: "What is the origin of the golden-armored monkey who drove you out and set fire to the village?"

The son was in the hands of the other party, and Gu Silang did not dare to hide anything, and told him all the time when Wang Fang broke into his home.

"Then... that monster obeys Wang's advice and is very powerful. Milk... Grandma, I am a herbalist and have never done bad things on weekdays. Now I only have my wife and children left... Please, grandma, please let us go.

I... I kowtow to you, kowtow.”

Gu Silang knelt on the ground, his head hit the ground and made a thump, and blood oozed out from his forehead after a few strokes.

After listening to Gu Silang's story, the woman looked at the direction where Wang Fang left and murmured to herself: "It's indeed a painting spirit... Although Shan Mandrill is arrogant and domineering, she also has the strength of a 12th-level demon general. How could she be taken into the painting scroll and become the prototype of the painting spirit?

Who is Wang Fang? Not only did he take away the mandrills, but he also painted such a powerful painting spirit. Judging from the strength of the golden-armored monkey, he probably can already fight the 14th-level demon.

They went to Zejun and didn't know what variables would be caused to the plan."

The woman looked back at Gu Silang and asked again: "You just said that Wang Fang was just a first-level painter apprentice?"

Gu Silang's face was covered in blood. When he heard the woman ask, he immediately replied: "Yes, yes, yes. The private school teacher in the village is just a fourth-level Liuyun painter. My son and Wang Fang both learned painting with his husband. They are both first-level painters and apprentices."

The woman was even more surprised to hear that Wang Fang was an apprentice of the painter. She couldn't figure out how a first-level painter apprentice could use the painting scroll to capture the 12th-level demon general Shan Mandrill.

Theoretically, although first-level painters can also use painting scrolls, their painting skills can confuse cats and dogs. The mandrill belongs to the monkey clan, and among the demon clan, they all belong to the top clever category. It actually...

He was actually accepted by a painter apprentice!

The woman began to feel a little lucky. When she saw Wang Fang and Hua Ling left the village, she did not catch up with her. A level 14 painting spirit was not something she could deal with, and a painter who could capture the generals of the demon clan was even more unfathomable.

"I didn't expect that this small mountain village would actually hide dragons and tigers..."

Gu Silang continued to kowtow and begged: "Please let us go, grandma, I have no choice but to have this one in my Gu family."

The woman chuckled and said, "You human race drove my demon clan across Taijiang and forced us to hide in thousands of mountains. How could you ever pity my demons? This land was originally from our demon clan, and you have occupied it for thousands of years. This debt can only be repaid in blood."

Hearing what the woman said, Gu Silang exclaimed: "You, you are a demon."

The woman laughed: "Of course I am a monster, but you are blind."

After saying that, the woman broke the child's neck, then turned her body, and a scorpion tail several meters long shook out from behind.

The poisonous needles stabbed Gu Silang and his wife's necks respectively. The poisonous effect occurred instantly, and Gu Silang fell to the ground in pain.

The woman threw away the child's body and walked to Gu Silang. She turned around and glanced at her masterpiece. After confirming that no one was alive, she used her scorpion tail to write on the ground: "The murderer Wang Fang"
Chapter completed!