The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#422 - Visiting graves

Shuhua looked at the dense arrows in the sky, and the corners of his mouth also rose.

In a short while, screams rang out one after another in the hall.

The group of foreign people who had stayed behind earlier all suffered. Whether they supported Zhu Jie or wanted to curry favor with Dongxuan and his disciples, they all deeply understood what equality meant in the face of the torrential rain of arrows.

Those with good Qinggong could initially avoid some arrows by maneuvering, but they soon discovered that the arrow rain was so dense that it was terrifying, and it was impossible to find any gaps in it.

Even hiding under the table was useless. Before long, the hall calmed down again.

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Shuhua looked around and saw the lifeless corpses of Night Crow and Immortal Crane lying on the ground, the gloomy-faced True Person Dongxuan, and the people from the Department of Heavenly Observation who were still struggling in the center of the hall.

However, he didn't see Lu Jing, who had punched him earlier.

Shuhua's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously took half a step back, but as soon as he moved his foot, he heard a voice beside his ear, "Are you looking for me?"

Shuhua turned his head and saw Lu Jing standing quietly behind him.

His face couldn't help but show a ghostly expression. At first, he thought that Lu Jing, like Sun Xing, had used some special escape technique to escape the range of the arrow rain.

But soon Shuhua noticed Lu Jing's riddled clothes. The holes on them were obviously left by the arrows, but the skin under the holes didn't even have a red mark.

Could this guy be made of iron? Shuhua couldn't help but have this somewhat absurd thought in his mind. Then, he saw Lu Jing reach out and grab the painting basket behind him.

Lu Jing had observed enough. So far, all of Shuhua's abilities, except for that heaven-defying self-recovery, were activated through the paintings. So, in theory, as long as he could snatch his painting basket, most of his skills would be useless.

As for his own strength, it was not worth mentioning at all. Even if he couldn't die, the things he could do with his ordinary skills were limited.

So, Lu Jing's goal this time was also very clear, but when his palm touched the painting basket, a sudden change occurred.

The paintings in the painting basket all jumped out and flew towards Lu Jing.

Lu Jing's reaction was also extremely fast. He immediately dodged, letting the first four paintings fly past, and then dodged the sneak attack of the other two paintings.

But he was reluctant to let go of the hand holding the painting basket, so the last painting left in the painting basket still touched his finger.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Jing felt his body lighten and was sucked into the painting.

When Lu Jing opened his eyes, he found that he was standing in a mass grave, surrounded by weeds and neglected graves, which looked gloomy.

After seeing Lü Ping's previous experience, Lu Jing knew that he had come to the world in the painting.

Although he was worried about Xia Huai, Chengguan and others outside, he could only calm down and think about how to escape from here.

Lu Jing had a faint premonition that the answer to breaking Shuhua's immortality was likely to be in the painting.

He was just thinking about Shuhua when the latter appeared again.

Shuhua was still in that otherworldly appearance, but for some reason, he had lost some of his evil aura. Coming to this mass grave alone, he also seemed a little timid, as if he was afraid that a ghost would jump out from somewhere.

And just as he feared, just as he turned his head, he saw a black shadow falling from the sky.

Then, he was hit hard on the head and died.

Lu Jing waited for a while and found that there was no sign of being able to leave the painting, and Shuhua's body on the ground also disappeared.

Sure enough, it's not that simple?

Lu Jing thought for a moment, and after a while, the same Shuhua appeared again in the same place. This time, Lu Jing was not in a hurry to attack again.

Shuhua cupped his hands at Lu Jing and said politely, "Why is this brother here in the middle of the night?"

"Paying respects at the grave." Lu Jing's answer made Shuhua's eyelids twitch a few times again.

Because this place is a famous mass grave, and naturally, all those buried are lonely people. Otherwise, if there were descendants still alive, it would be impossible to have the heart to throw their ancestors in this ghostly place.

So Lu Jing's sentence 'paying respects at the grave' couldn't help but make Shuhua's mind wander, but then he heard the latter ask, "Who are you, and why are you here?"

"Oh, I am Song Boyan from Qingzhou. As for why I came here..." Song Boyan's face showed an expression that was not convenient to elaborate on.

Lu Jing didn't press him, because from the pile of things he was carrying on his back, Lu Jing could already see what he was here for.

This guy is actually here to rob graves!

But the problem is that he doesn't look for the tombs of any princes or nobles to rob. What is he trying to do by touching the mass grave? It is impossible for the people buried in this place to have any valuable burial objects.

Moreover, looking at Shuhua's appearance, he is obviously not a professional, but more like a novice, which filled Lu Jing's heart with confusion.

Shuhua was still thinking about his grave robbing career. After chatting with Lu Jing for a few words, a hint of impatience appeared on his face.

So Lu Jing took the initiative to say goodbye. Shuhua also breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Lu Jing's figure disappear into the darkness, he waited for a while before he started looking for what he was looking for again.

Lu Jing watched for a while and saw that Shuhua had been searching, but he had not gained anything. Lu Jing was impatient and temporarily ignored him and walked forward for a while.

As a result, he probably walked less than two miles, and the scene in front of him suddenly lit up, directly changing from midnight to noon, and the scene in front of him also changed.

From the ghostly mass grave to a battlefield filled with shouts of killing, and when Lu Jing raised his head, he felt that the scene in front of him was particularly familiar.

Isn't this the arrow rain that Shuhua summoned in the hall earlier? Seeing this arrow rain, Lu Jing could also confirm that he had changed paintings.