Wang Houting took Qin Lang to his senior brother Gu Wangchun, but he was exhausted. After asking, he found out that Gu Wangchun had gone to Changhua Tower. While they were walking towards Changhua Tower, they suddenly saw thick smoke coming out from above Changhua Tower. Qin Lang was the first to discover anomaly and pointed at Changhua Tower and said, "Is there a fire there?"

Wang Houting looked closely and panicked, shouting: "It's a fire, Changhua Tower has caught fire!" At this time, the copper bell in the Painting Academy was ringing, and the disciples of the Painting Academy rushed towards Changhua Tower one by one with buckets.

Wang Houting was anxious. There were many paintings hidden in Changhua Tower. If the fire started, the losses would be immeasurable. He didn't care about Qin Lang. He walked away and ran towards Changhua Tower. Qin Lang followed closely behind and vaguely felt that the fire was definitely not an accident.

The fire in Changhua Tower spread very quickly. When they arrived at Changhua Tower, there were many disciples from the Painting Academy who arrived first, who were extinguishing the fire with buckets.

Wang Houting shouted: "Hurry up! Rescue the paintings quickly!" The most urgent task is to save the paintings inside as much as possible before the fire spreads, and reduce losses.

The gate of Changhua Tower was tied from the inside. Wang Houting kicked open the door and rushed in first. Qin Lang also followed him into Changhua Tower. He felt that someone should have set fire from the inside.

Most of the precious collections were placed on the second floor. Wang Houting covered his nose and climbed up the stairs. He went to the easel to pick up a scroll of paintings. When he was about to break the window and throw it out, he turned around and saw a pair of feet shaking in front of his eyes. Looking up, he saw a man hanging on the beam, his tongue stretched out, his face was purple, and his seven orifices were bleeding. He was obviously dead, and the body was still slowly shaking in the air.

The scroll in Wang Houting's hand fell to the ground and exclaimed: "Senior Brother!" The person who was hanging on the beam of the house was his senior brother Gu Wangchun.

Qin Lang pulled out the Yanfeng knife, jumped up in the air, and cut off the rope that lifted Gu Wangchun with one knife. Gu Guangchun's body fell straight, and fell on the floor with a thud, and then fell straight and straight.

Wang Houting reached out to explore Gu Wangchun's breath. He had been dead for a long time. He put his hands on his cheek and his body temperature was already cold.

A bang suddenly came from above my head, but the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Qin Lang was shocked and walked towards the third floor.

Wang Houting stopped him and said, "Don't go!"

Qin Lang ignored him and continued to move forward. In the smoke, a gray-white figure quickly floated to the third floor. Qin Lang strode to chase him. Following the gray-white figure to the third floor, the gray figure obviously floated in the void. When he came to the mural of the north wall, he suddenly turned around and saw that his face was pale and his bright red tongue drooped to his chest. Although his figure was hazy in the smoke, Qin Lang still recognized that this was Gu Wangchun at a glance.

To be precise, it should be Gu Wangchun's soul body. His body deformed in front of the mural and turned into a ball of blue smoke and was sucked into the mural.

Wang Houting also followed him at this time. Seeing Gu Wangchun being sucked in by the mural, the white bones and skeletons in the mural were turning their heads little by little.

Wang Houting said in a trembling voice: "Skeleton Drawing Formation, hurry up... escape..." He still remembers the scene of accidentally entering the skeleton Drawing Formation in the Wang Family Ancestral Hall.

Qin Lang held the Yanling Knife in both hands and looked at the mural coldly. His soul power was pouring on the blade. The Yanling Knife emitted a dark orchid light throughout his body, and the soul blade was ready to go.

The skeleton in the mural seemed to sense something, and turned his head halfway, then turned back. A face similar to Bai Yu Palace reappeared in the bronze mirror opposite it. The face in the mirror showed a strange smile, and his eyes were clearly staring at Qin Lang.

The fire ignited from its pupils and quickly expanded to the entire mural.

At this time, footsteps came from the stairs, but Gu Wangchun's body stood up again and jumped straight along the stairs.

Wang Houting exclaimed: "It's a zombie!"

Qin Lang's concern was not a dead person. A dead person could not cause too much storm. Since Gu Wangchun was dead, his body must have been manipulated. Qin Lang calmly said: "You deal with the dead, I deal with the living!"

The flames had spread throughout the wall, and the mural was completely covered by flames. A gray figure rushed from the mural to Wang Houting, but it was Gu Wangchun who had just been sucked into the mural.

Qin Lang slashed out with a knife, and the blue soul blade slashed through the center of the gray-white figure, dividing Gu Wangchun's soul body into two.

While Qin Lang was making his knife, three white bone nails burning with flames shot out from the mural.

Qin Lang kept staring at the wall, and the geese-ling knife in his hand quickly completed three slashing movements in the air. Three bone nails were knocked away by him. A gray figure jumped out of the burning wall. However, it was the old woman who hid in Wanhua Tower that day. The blind-eyed old lady rushed straight to the roof like a wisp of blue smoke. Her hunched body broke a big hole in the rooftop. Qin Lang followed her like a shadow, and then she rushed out of the hole in the roof. Qin Lang made up her mind to never let the witch escape this time.

The blind old lady stood on the roof, and she was not in a hurry to escape. Her empty eyes looked at Qin Lang: "Boy, you and I have no resentment, why bother to each other?"

Qin Lang said: "Why did you destroy the Sang family's ancestral tomb?"

The blind old lady let out a strange laugh: "The Sang family's ancestral tomb is empty." As she spoke, she suddenly raised her hands, and a pair of bloody eyes in her palms shot out two red lights, heading straight for Qin Lang's eyes.

Qin Lang had heard from Gu Xiefei about the old witch's methods, and he had made sufficient preparations before she took action.

The blind old lady was not sure of putting Qin Lang to death. The purpose of this move was just to repel him and give him enough time to evacuate him. Seeing Qin Lang avoiding the bloody red light, she immediately prepared to escape.

But at this moment, a white light suddenly shot out from Qin Lang's waist.

The blind old lady didn't expect Qin Lang to use this method. Not to mention that she didn't expect it, even Qin Lang herself did not expect it because this attack was not made by him.

The white light shot the blind old lady's forehead like a wind and electricity, shot through her forehead, penetrated her head, drilled out from the white bun behind her head, circled in the air, and disappeared from Qin Lang's waist like lightning.

The blind old lady had no time to make a sound, but she was killed by the white light. The body rolled down from the eaves. The black soul shadow broke away from the corpse, but was trapped by an invisible attraction, turning into black smoke and sank into Qin Lang's left middle finger.

Qin Lang jumped down from Changhua Tower and slashed the blind-eyed old lady's head. Yan Lingdao split the old lady's head into two. It was not that Qin Lang was ruthless, but that he realized that the white light that killed the old witch just now was the white jade sword that Yan Ruyu was fired by Yan Ruyu. The portrait of Yan Ruyu and the Spring and Autumn Wuji Picture were included in the Ruyi gourd by Qin Lang, which was convenient for carrying it with him. Just now, Yan Ruyu noticed that Qin Lang was in trouble and helped him in time.

Qin Lang's sword was to hide the traces of Yan Ruyu Fei's sword, so as not to arouse others' suspicion.

The corpse-driver was killed, and Gu Wangchun's body fell back to the ground.

As all the disciples of the Painting Academy were involved in the fire fighting, the fire in Changhua Tower was also controlled. Wang Houting's robe was burned into many places and his face was smoked black. He came outside with a handful of painting scrolls. He saw Qin Lang slashing the blind-eyed old lady with a knife, and sighed in his heart, "This guy is really cruel to attack."

Several timid disciples from the painting academy around him were already bowing and vomiting because they could not bear the bloody scene.

Qin Lang used a knife to open the old witch's palm, and saw that the bloody eyes were still half open and half closed. He stabbed them with one knife. These eyes must be strange.

Qin Lang first stabbed the palm of his left hand, and the eye was pierced by him. The other eye in the old witch's right hand was bulging out of his palm due to panic. It turned out that these two monsters with similar eyes were not one of the old witch's.

The monster headed straight for the head of a disciple of the Painting Academy, stuck to the disciple's head, and as if an eye had emerged from the head, the Painting Academy disciple ran towards the gate of the Jingshui Painting Academy like crazy.

After running a few steps, a golden light shot towards him. A golden spear penetrated through the disciple's face and penetrated his head. The tip of the spear pierced the eyes behind his head.

Luo Dongcheng, the prison of the Demon-Suppressing Demons, led a large number of reinforcements to arrive in time.

Compared to Qin Lang cutting off the old witch's head, Luo Dongcheng's shot was even more ruthless. In order to assassinate the Blood-colored Eye, he destroyed an innocent life.

However, the bad luck of Jingshui Painting Academy was just beginning. An old witch was found in Changhua Building. This crime of suspected hiding monsters was enough to lead to the sealing of the Painting Academy.

Luo Dongcheng came to the corpse of the old witch. When he saw Qin Lang slowly retracting the Yanling Sword, he re-estimated Qin Lang's strength in his heart. Because he had fought with the old witch, under the joint efforts of him and Gu Xiefei, the old witch still ran away calmly and injured their eyes with his blood-colored eyes. Now Qin Lang eliminated the old witch with just one person's strength. Can he conclude that Qin Lang had always hidden his strength before?

Qin Lang said: "According to Luosi Prison's instructions, I am lucky to have fulfilled my mission."

Luo Dongcheng had a gloomy face, and he always looked serious.

Wang Houting couldn't help but say, "Mr. Luo, our disciples in the Painting Academy are innocent."

Luo Dongcheng raised his left fist and covered his lips and coughed habitually twice: "How do you explain Brother Wang?"

Wang Houting said: "What are you explaining? You also investigated Changhua Tower. How did I know she would hide here?"

Luo Dongcheng said indifferently: "From today on the custody of painting, the Academy will be temporarily closed until the truth is found. During the investigation, no one in your Academy will be allowed to leave, and violators will be imprisoned."

Wang Houting said in surprise: "Mr. Luo, you are unreasonable. Our painting academy is the victim. Will we collude with monsters to burn Changping Tower and kill our fellow brothers?"
Chapter completed!