Chen Fu calmed down.

A short few seconds seemed to have passed for the demon.

During this period when even the system dared not speak out, a chuckle broke the silence.

Chen Fu pulled out the paper and pen in the cabinet behind him, put it in front of him, and "put on the pen."

The magic magic looked at him with inquiring eyes.

Chen Fu: "In which year, month and day, you have doubts about my age and have characterized it as menopause."

The demon of the painting found it strange, but it was better than expelling it on the spot, so he wrote it down as required.

Chen Fu asked him to press his handprint at the bottom.

The Demon: "What is this for?"

Lift the paper and wait patiently for it to air dry, "Leave some physical evidence, which will be useful in the future."

Blocking the idea of ​​continuing to ask, the water stains on the table had not dried up yet, Chen Fu glanced at him and said, "Go and have a look."

As for the rest, you can only do what you can.

The address under Liu Xue's painting is located in a valley. Chen Fu did not fully trust her and brought the magic magic to her. The latter was very satisfied with this cautious style of behavior.

When passing by the cemetery, Chen Fu obviously felt that the land under his feet was loosening. The demon of the painting stepped on him gently and everything returned to his original state.

Compared to the moment he met, his power was much stronger and he could already appear in front of Shen Fu as his original body, but he could not stay too much.

With the absorption of resentment, this ability will only become stronger and stronger.

Going further forward, there is a ravine. The painting demon uses a few wisps of black air to explore the way, and follows behind him, saving Chen Fu the effort of getting a lantern.

The wind passes here and never goes out again, and the water is driving the flowing water all the way west.

The water was very deep, and the two sides were covered with low trees. Chen Fu slid down little by little as the protruding stones, almost reaching the ground, and a coolness hit her face.

The soil on the shore was moist, and a string of messy footprints were imprinted on it.

He used the branches to pick out the leaves inside, and there was a little blood left on it. Chen Fu said, "Liu Xue has indeed been here."

Looking around, I didn't find any suitable place to hide.

The magic painter lets the black air wander through the entire mountain stream, wandering around, and drilling straight into the flowing water in the air.

Chen Fu raised his eyebrows: "In the water?"

The demon of painting had no worries at all and directly waded under the river.

The water was far deeper than I thought. There seemed to be a light shield around the painting demon. The turbulent water flow could not leave any trace on him.

The night blurred the outline, but illuminated the eyes. The demon's eyes shone slightly in the dark, and were cruel and bloodthirsty.

Only at this time did Chen Fu suddenly remember his identity. The image played by the magic magic for a long time was like cotton candy. When he pressed it down, he fell down obediently, but then rebounded a little further.

Use an inappropriate adjective: behaved and soft.

The demon suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him. Out of guilt, Chen Fu coughed and said nothing.

"There is something inside." The magic trick.

Chen Fu raised his eyebrows... and took it up and took a look.

The Demon of Painting: "If I take action, the corpse will remain."

Chen Fu thought for a while: "I'll do it."

The demon of painting looked at him with concern.

Chen Fu waved his hand: "I am very strong, you are here to take care of it, nothing will happen."

He didn't have the ability to draw a demon, he could float in the water, throw a big stone into the water, and carefully step on it.

Chen Fu's body did not contain any demonic energy. As soon as it entered the water, something was wrapped around. He raised his foot hard and brought out a white bone. It was still more peaceful in the water. As soon as it touched the air, the white bones immediately opened their teeth and claws and rushed towards Chen Fu.

The hand bones are the most terrifying, much sharper than ordinary hand bones, like bamboo shoots, with thin and pointed heads.

Chen Fu stood on the stone, his body was very flexible. He avoided a few times and was still free to look at its state.

Suddenly a bone emerged from the water surface, grabbed it at its fair face, Chen Fu narrowed his eyes, and moved faster than his brain, grabbed part of his neck with one hand, and threw it hard on the shore a few times.

The other hand was not idle either. He carried the bones he wanted to attack and turned around for a few times and threw them to the distance.

The valley seemed to be shaking, and the magic painter reminded: "If you come again, it will break."

Chen Fu's reason then returned to the furnace and moved his wrists.

The legs of the two skeletons were broken, and they struggled for a long time and could not stand up.

The magic painter looked at Chen Fu with a brand new look.

The warm breath approached, and the breathing was almost entirely on the face: "What are you thinking?"

The demon of the painting mind was blank for a moment and confessed: "Think about what kind of breed you are."

As soon as I finished speaking, my heart skipped a beat, and my intuition was not good.

Chen Fu was completely unhappy and replied: "People."

I feel that this answer is not very convincing, and added: "It's just a little more powerful than ordinary people."

There were already several cracks on the surface, and they were still dispersing in all directions like spiders' webs. The demon looked at it and didn't speak for a long time.

Chen Fu waved his hand, and the demon felt that his bones were loose and he had no past.

Chen Fu sneered: "I just want to ask you to help me pick up the skeleton."

Before the demon of painting left the place, the bones were wrapped in an invisible black silk and dragged over.

Chen Fu checked, "Fortunately, he didn't fall apart."

Liu Xue asked him to bury his parents. If they were broken, they would not be able to explain it.

There are many holes of all sizes in the bones, not due to the violence of Shenfu. The inner wall is smooth and accompanied by mucus.

The last time I attacked Chen Fu's skeleton in the cemetery, there were also wormholes on the body, but there were only a few, and these two skeletons were countless, as if they had been sucked alive.

Chen Fu: "Is their soul still there?"

The demon shook his head: "Only a trace of resentment is left." Finally, he asked again: "Can I eat it?"

The more resentful the soul is, the more delicious it is to him.

Chen Fu: "Master Bai's soul is probably dirty, so I will go back and eat that."

The magic painter nodded.

Chen Fu's eyes suddenly had a smile: "What do you think of me?"

Drawing Demon: "very clean."

It was different from all the food he came into contact with. No matter what Chen Fu did, he felt that the other party was like a snow lotus on a mountain, beautiful and pure.

It seems very satisfied with this metaphor. Chen Fu is very kind to induce: "It can be seen that only these evil souls are about your appetite. If something happens to me, it will be bad for you to eat a bad stomach."

The Demon of Painting: "Die without regrets."

The brainwashing failed, Chen Fu watched the direction of the mountains and was preparing to find a Feng Shui treasure land to bury the two corpses.

The magic of painting pointed to a place, and the bones were still struggling when digging the pit. Chen Fu hesitated and asked, "Is this considered burying alive?"

"It's just a remnant thought. If you feel uncomfortable, you can resolve it."

Chen Fu turned his head and looked at him.

The Demon of Painting: "Splitting out a wisp of spiritual consciousness to attach it to it, carrying the memory of the dead during his lifetime."

Chen Fu felt a stinging pain in his mind. In a hazy way, he saw the palm of the magician sticking to the bone skull, peeling off a black mist.

He felt like he was floating.

When the wind blows, I move as well.

Chen Fu looked down at his hands and feet, sure that it was not an illusion, but indeed it was floating in the air, his body no longer had weight, and his whole body was covered in a chill.

"Help!" A shout broke the silence.

Chen Fu tried to land, but his feet seemed to be supported by clouds, and he could only keep his original state. The sound of help kept coming. He seemed to have realized something and murmured: "Memory."

A voice rang behind him, and the demon of the painting appeared beside him out of thin air: "This is the last memory of the deceased."

Chen Fu: "The Art of Defeating Dreams."

If you forcefully absorb the memories of the resentful soul and lose the fragment of the final death, the resentment of the deceased will disappear.

The demon of painting was a little surprised at Chen Fu's knowledge of the dream-breaking technique.

【System: It is my credit.】

Unfortunately, the painting demon couldn't hear it, and his eyes were all on Shen Fu.

A young couple ran downstairs for help.

At this time, a family of three was having a meal on the street. Seeing this scene, I watched coldly.
To be continued...