Draw a Rakshasa?!

My master said that painting a Rakshasa is a childlike mother?

I do know about Rakshasa. It is a legendary evil spirit that eats human flesh and blood. It can fly to the sky and escape from the earth. It can be said that it is very fast. It often disguises itself as a beautiful woman and comes out to harm people.

It's just that I have never heard of this painting of Rakshasa. However, I am full of desire to explore the young girl, so I can only ask Lao Bai.

"Of course it's the evil ghost in the painting!"

Lao Bai gave an almost stupid answer without thinking, and said with a smile: "We have been fighting side by side for so long, but I didn't expect that the female ghost next to me is a historical celebrity!"

Lao Bai's "historical celebrity" really moved my mind. Thinking of her strange behavior when I asked her name in casual conversation, I became even more curious. I kept asking, and then I understood what the so-called painting of Rakshasa was all about.

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Some people who died extremely miserably have too much resentment in their ghosts. If there is peace in the sky, they will attract thunder from the sky and kill them on the spot. Such ghosts will have extremely keen spiritual senses when their souls are gone. If they happen to feel

The human world has its own sacrifices, and the remnant soul will escape into the sacrifices to preserve a glimmer of life. Every time people in future generations look at the sacrifices and think about people, the remnant soul will become stronger until the remnant soul escapes.

, forming ghosts, this is the so-called sacrifice to Rakshasa.

The so-called sacrifice refers to something used to commemorate the deceased. It can be a text praising the merits of the deceased, a portrait of the deceased, a statue of the deceased, etc.!

If the ghost's remnant soul entrusts itself with words, what will be formed after reappearing is called Rakshasa.

After the death of the young mother, when her soul was struck by thunder, she must have felt a painting of herself, and she simply hid in the painting, forming what is called a painting Rakshasa.

My master once said that among the corpses and demons, the most fickle and unpredictable ghosts are the most difficult to deal with. Some ghosts are so special that you may not be able to see them even if you have cow's tears or wicker washed with clean water and open your eyes.

Whether it is a Rakshasa written in Chinese characters or a Rakshasa painted in a painting, it all belongs to the type of offering sacrifices to Rakshasa. It is considered something invisible in the human world, unless he wants you to see it.

This is the reason why my young mother has been following me, but a capable person like my master didn't notice her.

"Painting a Rakshasa is a rare occasion in a thousand years!"

Lao Bai shrugged and said rather speechlessly: "It's not easy to have resentment so big that thunder strikes from the sky. For those who are not hard-hearted, even if their grievances are so great, they won't be able to generate such resentment.

Take Dou E for example. She is a typical person with a weak heart. She is so pitiful that even God can't stand it. She still hasn't turned into a ghost. Otherwise, she would have been struck by lightning. What kind of snow is flying around in June...

Furthermore, even if you escape into the painting that depicts you, you will only be able to keep your remaining soul alive. If you think about it, people in future generations will talk about you. Tell me, if you are not that famous,

Who can do this to leave a name in the history books?

It is not easy to leave a name in the history books. Among the people who have left a name, they died so miserably that God dare not let you become a ghost, and there are even fewer who are afraid that you will poison the world. Therefore, the chance of encountering this painted Rakshasa is 500% higher than winning.

Ten thousand grand prizes are small."

Lao Bai patted me on the shoulder and looked like I was very lucky.

I have to say that curiosity can really drive people crazy. I don’t even think about my miserable situation now. I just want to know the real name of the young lady. Unfortunately, I don’t know where she is hidden. I have the feeling.

It feels like she should be right next to me. She was even listening to me with a smile when I was talking to Lao Bai. But now it seems that I don’t want to see her unless I have to.

I couldn't figure it out, so I simply stopped thinking about it and turned my attention to Lao Bai: "Let's talk about the account between us first. Didn't you follow my master to do something? Why did you turn around?

Instead, he was put up for sale in a ghost market?"

"Hey, is it your fault that your master left me behind?"

Lao Bai didn't reflect on himself at all. Instead, he slapped his thigh and blackmailed my master. He grinned and said angrily: "He dragged me out just to ask me for directions. He casually used the yellow paper for drawing talismans."

I drew something on it, and whenever I saw something like a bug or a bird, I asked people if they had seen that thing. Such a ridiculous thing actually made him ask in the end, but then

The thing was very slippery. When it saw us, it turned around and ran away without saying anything. Finally, it went straight into a cave. Your master picked up the thing and chased it in. He asked me to guard outside the cave and prepare to hold it down together.

As a result, he walked in for more than half an hour, and I was really bored waiting. By chance, a fiery red little fox appeared. I didn't realize that it was a monster, so I chatted with him for a while, and then...

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"After we finished chatting, did you pinch someone's butt again?"

I had probably guessed the result, and my face turned dark: "What's wrong with you?"

"You don't understand, those little things are all talented, and they speak nicely. I like them very much, especially the way they look like they are very angry but can't do anything to me after being bullied. It's inexplicably refreshing..."

Lao Bai drooped his head and sighed: "I didn't expect that this time I kicked the iron plate. The little fox was obviously very cute, but suddenly it turned into an old woman. He threw the blood knife mantis at me with a flick of his hand. I was also very angry."

So desperate..."

What is this?

I was speechless after hearing this. This grandson has a twisted mentality developed from too much oppression. He almost went to the kindergarten to beat the children to make his presence felt. But after saying this, I am really interested in what my master is going to do.

I became interested and couldn't help but ask: "What on earth is my master chasing?"

"The one who puts on your makeup!"

Lao Bai said: "Your master said that when you came here, your face showed a strange gray color, which was a little shiny under the sun. At that time, he knew that the thing that put on your makeup must have come too.

It's here. After all, there is a ghost market here, and it's not far from the tomb. It's normal for it to appear here. However, your master is not sure that he can find it in such a large area. He is afraid of giving you hope and disappointing you, so he simply

I didn’t say that!”

Huge pale face, thin body...

I thought about the thing that lay on me that day to cause trouble, and I couldn't help but shudder. It could be said to be the first dirty thing I saw, and the psychological shadow it left on me still lingers to this day!

When it came to that thing, my interest waned. I stopped saying anything and stared at the distant mountains in the darkness in a daze.

Time passed like this minute by minute.

It was almost dawn, but before night was over, my master came back. Behind him were Brother Yaozi and Zhang Xinya!

Fortunately, both of them were fine, but Brother Yaozi was seriously injured, with a lot of blood and scars on his body, and he was already wrapped in gauze.

After chatting with him for a while, I found out that after he pounced on the big snake, the snake was very cunning and ran away, quietly touching me. Fortunately, I was rescued by my mother-in-law at the critical moment.

I followed the sound to find the snake and killed it.

However, such a delay in going back and forth had already wasted too much time. The Yin soldiers had already arrived, so he fought and fled. The whole night passed like this, and all the wounds on his body were left by those Yin soldiers.

As for Zhang Xinya...

She was completely alone. Before my master found Brother Yao Zi, Brother Yao Zi always thought Zhang Xinya was with me.

Barren mountains filled with evil soldiers, ravines filled with ghosts...

I don’t know how Zhang Xinya survived alone. She didn’t have a painted Rakshasa named Zhimiang to save her. But apart from the bruises on her face, which should have been left by hitting a big tree, she had no other injuries on her body.

In perfect condition!

What happened to her?

When I asked about it, this originally cheerful girl was surprisingly silent, with her arms folded across her chest, looking very bleak, and refused to mention what happened tonight at all.

Neither my master nor Brother Yaozi said a word, and even Lao Bai had a meaningful look on his face.

I thought about what my mother-in-law told me again. This girl is not simple. What secrets does she have...?

Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, I didn't ask again. Finally, she was fine, which was probably the only thing to be thankful for. As for the things we left on the mountain, even my master couldn't find them when he went back. Maybe they were stolen by some mountain people in the chaos.

The spirits and ghosts took them away, but fortunately most of them were dry food and no important artifacts were lost.

We took inventory of the few things we rescued. If we save enough food rations, we can still eat for seven or eight days. We won't go hungry no matter what, which makes us feel relieved.

We stayed here to rest for a while. After the chaos here completely dissipated at dawn, we turned back to find the car and hit the road again.

We are very close to the tomb, and we arrived there in less than an hour.

After not seeing it for a while, the tomb has become more and more mysterious and strange.

Under the bright sunshine, the grave was covered with soil like blood, which was particularly dazzling and even smoke curled up.

"The covering soil is bleeding, and there are bones in the tomb..."

Seeing this, Brother Yaozi looked solemn and said slowly: "The owner of this tomb has transformed into a corpse. I'm afraid there is no need to open the coffin. He is now sitting in the tomb waiting for us to come!!"
Chapter completed!