Martial Arts Longevity Begins with the Equipment Slot

Chapter 41 Blood Mist Rises Again, Red Robes Appear Once More

When Chen Yu fell into the painting, the first thing he noticed was that the sound had disappeared.

It wasn't the usual kind of quiet.

Instead, it felt like an endless void.

He opened his mouth to shout, but could only see his own voice turn black.

It spread in circles from the corner of her mouth, then sank into the paper and gradually disappeared.

The sound was quickly swallowed up and could not be transmitted at all!

Chen Yu tried to take another step, but found that his location had also disappeared.

He turned left, and he turned right as well.

He looked up, and his feet were also looking up.

In a painting, left and right are one thing, and front and back are another.

A three-dimensional body is forcibly crammed into two dimensions, like filming a person as a thin slice.

This is not a metaphor; it's a real flattening.

Internal organs, bones, and blood were all transformed into a thin layer of paint, spread on the drawing paper.

Chen Yu looked down and saw his own body.

A side profile shows the heart bulging out as a dark red oval on the left side of the chest.

The ellipse remained stationary, but lit up every seven seconds.

It changed from dark red to bright red, then back to dark, like an oil lamp about to go out.

The intestines were coiled inside the abdomen, grayish-green, one section pressing down on another, with no gaps between them.

The yellowish-white bones lay side by side, without any gaps.

Despite his body being in this state, Chen Yu is still alive.

This is the most bizarre part of the painting.

It doesn't kill you directly; it just traps you in the painting and slowly devours you.

Chen Yu calmed down and began to observe the structure of the painting.

There is an inscription in the corner of the painting, written vertically from right to left.

"In the winter of the fifteenth year of Yongchang, Wu Yi roared here, his voice shattering the painting frame, and the painting's soul sealed it with blood."

Chen Yu didn't know who Wu Yi was, but seeing the words "Painting Soul" gave him some clues.

This painting spirit is probably that human face.

It's obvious that they've been entangled with evil spirits this time as well.

Looking back, the painting spirit was sliding across the paper.

Chen Yu immediately switched to the form of "Black Cloak Bear Skin" and "Kui Niu Ghost Back".

But it was completely useless.

Thinking becomes very sluggish, making it difficult to practice the techniques.

At the same time, the muscle becomes a single layer of cells, with no thickness, and cannot expand or change.

Just like when I faced the woman in red at the Cliff of Broken Souls last time.

That feeling of helplessness came over him again, almost completely overwhelming Chen Yu.

The painting spirit gradually moved over.

The outline was first blurred, then clear, and finally lay side by side with him on the same layer of paper.

Chen Yu trembled all over and tried to back away.

But there is no "after" in two dimensions.

The back of the head is also the front; moving backward is the same as moving forward, or turning in place.

The painting spirit's left shoulder pressed against his right shoulder.

A sticky, cool sensation came over me, like a wet tissue stuck to my back.

Chen Yu twisted violently, causing the side profile to sway from side to side.

The painting spirit's heart spread towards his heart.

Like ink dripping into clear water, dark red and bright red intertwine, forming a murky vortex.

In the moment of crisis, Chen Yu roared, and his voice turned into ripples that spread between the two of them.

The painting spirit temporarily stopped its movements; it needed to absorb this part of the sound barrier.

Chen Yu took the opportunity to roll over.

The entire side profile rotates 180 degrees, flipping over into the back of the paper and temporarily hiding in darkness.

But he didn't get much time to catch his breath.

The painting spirit arrived quickly and no longer tried to overlap with Chen Yu.

Instead, they wanted to devour him with paint.

The blood-red outline expanded, enveloping Chen Yu from all directions and forcing him into a blind spot in the frame.

Chen Yu bumped it with his head and then grabbed it with his hands.

The fingernail dug in, stirred, and tore.

But it had no effect whatsoever; the painting spirit had already captured him and begun to corrupt his memories.

A barrage of chaotic, noisy, and curse-like sounds flooded his mind.

"Go to hell."

"Go to hell."

"Go to hell."

"I am the real one..."

"I am the real one..."

"I am the real one..."

The sound is like a tomb, piled up in the brain, getting higher and higher, darker and darker.

Chen Yu had a splitting headache, but he still didn't give up the struggle.

He strained to reach out his fingers and scratch his heart with his nails, scraping the distorted bumps in his memory, scraping all the areas tainted by the painted soul.

Black powder kept falling, like the ashes of burnt paper.

The painting spirit wriggled, trying to intercept Chen Yu's movements.

The moment the finger touched his middle finger, a sudden change occurred.

A hand reached in from the base of Chen Yu's middle finger.

It's a woman's hand.

Her fingers were long and slender, with delicate white knuckles.

Fingertips probe in from outside the painting, gently touching the paint layer, as if knocking on a door.

Then he grabbed Hua Hun and dug his fingernails into her.

"Rip!"

The paper made a soft tearing sound.

Spread your five fingers apart and tear the crack from the bottom left corner to the top right corner.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

With a mournful wail, the painting spirit vanished into nothingness.

Chen Yu looked up.

The hand reached out through the crack towards him.

Dried bloodstains were faintly visible under the fingernails.

With palms facing up and fingers slightly spread, it doesn't look like he's pulling someone, but rather like he's inviting them.

Chen Yu is unable to move.

Her fingers gripped his wrist directly.

It feels cool to the touch, the fingertips are soft, but the grip is amazing.

It felt like being held in place by several steel hoops at the same time.

The fingernails dug into Chen Yu's flesh, and dark red debris clung to his skin.

He started pulling his hand backward.

From a direction perpendicular to the image, that dimension that doesn't exist in the painting at all.

Chen Yu's body was pulled toward the crack.

The outline is elongated, and the color is lighter, like ink being diluted.

"Sizzle!"

Chen Yu felt as if he had been detached from the painting, like peeling off a plaster that had been stuck on for too long.

His fingers went through first.

Then come the palm, wrist, and forearm.

With each inch he passed through, the edge of the crack sliced ​​across his body, as if being finely cut by a knife.

The pain burned all the way up the nerves.

"laugh!"

The hand exerted sudden force and pulled him out.

Chen Yu instantly lost his balance, and his vision spun violently.

The picture book, the light, the hand, the sky—everything was mixed together.

He felt himself falling, but couldn't tell which way he was going.

"Bang!"

Until my back hit a hard surface, the pain exploded from my spine.

That hand finally loosened its grip.

"Huff huff"

Chen Yu lay on the cold rock, panting heavily.

The sky was above his head.

The grayish-purple clouds pressed low over the mountain ridge, and the light was hazy and reddish.

He raised his hand and looked at his wrist.

Four light red fingerprints, plus a circular mark made by the thumb, were clearly imprinted on the skin.

The crescent-shaped wound dug out by fingernails is bleeding.

Chen Yu struggled to get up and looked around.

The rock face was right behind me, covered with flat human figures.

They were all flat corpses, pressed into the stones.

Some only showed half of their face, with their mouths wide open.

Some stretched out an arm, the fingertips already weathered and broken.

The cliff face has a strange material; it is a dark blue-green "bone-eroding rock".

At this moment, water droplets flow down the wall and gather into a "Soul-Severing Dew" halfway up the mountain.

Is this the Cliff of Broken Souls?

That hand dragged me from the painting to the Cliff of Broken Souls!

Chen Yu recognized the familiar place at a glance.

Since it's at the Cliff of Broken Souls, the owner of that hand is probably not unfamiliar.

The wind howled from the cliff, chilling Chen Yu to the bone.

Ahead, a blood mist filled the air.

A woman in red approached.