This is an old street, long and quiet.

The two sides are covered with thick sycamore trees, and the crowns are intertwined, completely covering the already not spacious old street. At night, the entire old street looks yin and erect.

When Zhang Yuan walked over, it was completely dark.

Unlike the bright lights in the distance, the streets here are pitch black and the shops on both sides have already closed.

In front of a small shop, a red lantern hung high, flashing with a strange red light.

A flag is inserted on the shop.

It says four words [Gaoji Painting House].

The black door was closed and not locked, revealing a gap, and you could see that it was pitch black inside.

Zhang Yuan stood in front of the door, observed quietly for a moment, and then walked in.

When I pushed open the door, it was pitch black inside and the walls were covered with calligraphy and paintings.

A faint scent of shady permeates here, accompanied by a slight stench.

The whole room was indescribable.

"Is anyone?"

Zhang Yuan shouted.

"Shopkeeper, I'll buy paintings."

"Business is coming."

“anybody, home?”

He shouted in the room for a while, but no one responded.

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly and swept over the ancient paintings on the wall.

The content of each painting is different. Some are high mountains and rivers, some are lively markets, some are distant temples, and Buddha's portraits.

Zhang Yuan swept it one by one, and after a moment, he fell into thought.

No green air?

How come there is no green air?

He suddenly looked towards the inner hall, hesitated for a while, took steps, and walked over.

Lift up a curtain, and behind it is a small courtyard.

Walking through the courtyard, there was a dark room with the door half open and half closed, and there was no light inside.

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment and walked towards the room.

Squeak!

When the door opened, a cold and unspeakable breath came to my face, accompanied by an unspeakable odor, as if some flesh had rotted.

Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed, he held his breath and looked into the room.

The whole room looked like a slaughterhouse.

There were huge tables inside, with blood filled with energy and a lot of minced meat and bones in a mess. In addition, thick iron hooks were hung on the top beam.

On the iron hook were hung with bloody corpses, which were shocking and terrifying in the darkness.

Zhang Yuan walked into the room and looked at the corpses.

The corpse was dark red, and the blood on it had already dried up.

Every corpse can no longer see its original appearance.

Zhang Yuan observed carefully and frowned.

"It's gone."

His mind was like lightning, and his thoughts were everywhere.

The skins of these corpses were specially stripped off.

What to do if you peel off human skin?

Could it be used to paint?

His eyes flashed, feeling that it was very likely.

He slowly turned over the bodies without finding any abnormalities.

The room was empty, and the people inside seemed to have left long ago.

Suddenly, his eyes froze and he noticed a faint light flashing inside.

Zhang Yuan showed caution and slowly leaned towards the inner room.

There is no door, only a curtain hanging here.

He gently lifted the curtain, and inside it was a small altar.

On the altar is a painted black Buddha statue, two feet in size, three heads and six arms, and three heads with different expressions. Some are sad, some are weird, and some seem to be mocking.

Six arms hold six different weapons.

On both sides of the Buddha statue, a passage was written in small words.

【Those who worship me will receive eternal life】

【Those who do not worship me will fall into the hell of the Abyssalm】

Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes, visualizing Cihang's wise eyes, and looked at the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is ordinary, without any abnormality, it seems to be just an ordinary Buddha statue.

He frowned slightly and fell into thought.

call!

Suddenly, a strange noise came.

A black shadow pounced on the beam of the room, almost to the extreme. He held two sharp sharp knives in his hand and quickly stabbed Zhang Yuan's body.

Zhang Yuan frowned, turned around in an instant, and greeted him with a palm.

The dragon's roar was deafening, like the roar of an ancient giant beast.

The black shadow that pounced down paused and fell into a brief confusion.

Bang!

His chest was encountered on the spot with a move [Seeing Long Zai Tian], and his clothes exploded, and he snorted bitterly, as if he was hit by a mountain, and flew out of the window on the spot.

Zhang Yuan quickly chased after him and came outside the yard.

The black shadow was so bloody that it was shattered by his move, and his bones were shattered in unknown amounts. However, he was not dead, but struggled on the ground, making a hissing sound from his mouth, like a poisonous snake spitting a letter, which was extremely strange.

Zhang Yuan stared at him quietly, revealing a strange look.

This is a pretty man with a pale face. He seemed to have not seen the sunshine for a long time. His skin was covered with abnormal paleness, and he was filled with a faint sense of death.

laugh!

Suddenly, the black shadow in front of him began to change, his whole body squirmed, and his whole body turned into a snake, twisting abnormally on the ground.

At the same time, his body began to quickly appear in thin scales, densely packed, hideous and terrifying, and his flesh and blood seemed to be inflated, rapidly expanding, and soon turned into an alternative monster, with his entire body two or three times larger, like a huge lizard.

He was covered with thin scales, his eyes were bulging and bloodshot. He lay on the ground, his body was covered with sticky liquid, and his eyes were staring at Zhang Yuan with resentment.

Whoosh!

He pushed his hands hard, leaving behind a black afterimage, and rushed over in an instant.

Regardless of speed or aura, it is at least twice as powerful as before!

Boom!

A loud explosion came out, and the dragon roared.

He flew backwards at a speed three times faster than when he rushed in, and with a bang, shattering the walls of the front hall and flew around.

The sixth style of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

【Profitable to the Great River】

Zhang Yuan quickly chased after him.

The black shadow was beaten by his move [Lishe Dachuan], and his whole body was squeaked, and his fine scale armor was shattered, bleeding, his face twisted, and he recovered from his huge state again, lay on the ground, hissing and growling in pain.

In this attack, Zhang Yuan directly used 80% of his internal force.

In the attack just now, he just used 40% of his internal strength.

After this black shadow transformed, it gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

"Are you a demon clan?"

Zhang Yuan stared at the figure on the ground and said, "Do you have any other accomplices?"
To be continued...