Purgatory Artist

The latest website: "What's the situation now?" Mizuki asked.

"I'm not sure if I can tell you these things, because I seem to have discovered an incredible secret." Liu Ping said.

People come and go in the palace.

When everyone passed by Liu Ping, they saluted him respectfully, and then stepped away cautiously.

—He is holding the princess and is basking in the yard.

This is today's time to fend off the cold.

"It's okay, let's talk, I feel that my blood has a strange connection with this world, and the world is sheltering me." Water Shu said.

"Well, I found another login method on Guizang Mountain. I found what I left in a past era. It was a coffin..."

As Liu Ping was talking, he suddenly lowered his head and glanced at Mizuki.

The baby girl in the swaddle yawned, closed her eyes and fell asleep deeply.

A line of burning small characters quickly emerged:

"She was sheltered by the world and went into a deep sleep state to ensure that she would not hear the secrets you said, so she was in a safe position."

It seems that she must not hear about it.

Liu Ping sighed and said, "Baby likes to protect themselves by sleeping in an unfamiliar environment... Unexpectedly, the same is true of water trees."

At this time, the two court ladies smiled and walked, bowing in front of him and saluting.

—Today’s warding off is over.

Liu Ping handed the baby girl to them, arched his hands, and turned to leave.

…

residence.

Liu Ping stretched out his hand and took out the identity card of the three-headed female ghost.

There is nothing else on the card, only the image of three female ghosts, without any explanation.

There is only a downward arrow, which is marked under the card.

Down...

Liu Ping looked down at the vast ocean below the ground and the dense coffins.

Try it then.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the card out.

Bang!

The card made a soft sound.

In an instant, lines of burning small characters quickly emerged:

"You used the identity of a three-headed female ghost."

"From now on, you can release your own strange power without worrying about attracting the attention of other strange existences."

"Entering the sealed world."

"You are becoming a three-headed female ghost, but currently you have encountered a technical difficulty:"

"Please think of a way to get yourself two more heads now."

"—Only in this way, you can successfully play the role of three female ghosts and return to the seal as it is."

Liu Ping scanned all the prompts at a glance, and asked quickly:

"It is impossible for me to grow two heads out of thin air. What is the criterion for this kind of discrimination?"

A line of small print emerged:

"As long as you have three heads on your neck, they belong to humans, beasts, and divine creatures."

"Does it need to be like this all the time?" Liu Ping asked.

"If you deceive the seal detection, you can no longer keep three heads." Sequence said.

It's easy!

Liu Ping drew out a card and shouted: "Come out, Huoya!"

"Wow!"

The card turned into flaming teeth and fell in his arms.

The beast is there.

Next is the divine creature—

The dragon is a divine creature!

Liu Ping drew a card again and shouted:

"Come out, Andrea!"

Bang—

A little girl in a gorgeous dress appeared before him.

"What are you calling me out for?" She asked unclearly.

"I need two heads, one is a beast and the other is a divine creature." Liu Ping said hurriedly.

His body continued to dive into the water, and now only the upper body was still on the ground.

Andrea put her chin in her hands and squatted on the ground looking at him.

"I am considered a divine creature, but how can I lend you my head?"

Liu Ping beckoned.

The closet opened, and a long cloak flew over and fell into his hands.

Liu Ping said: "I am holding Fire Fang in my left hand and you in my right hand, and then I hide you in the cloak, only showing my head, that's it."

Andrea smiled and looked very interested: "Well, I will form the head."

"Wang!" Huoya followed.

Liu Ping put on the cloak quickly, then put his arm around the flame teeth and Andrea with the other.

"Is it all right?" he shouted at Void.

A line of burning small characters quickly emerged:

"Okay, you meet the most basic requirements for playing the current role."

"This play was successful."

"You will enter the sealed world as a three-headed banshee!"

A huge pulling force came from the depths of the water, and Liu Ping was dragged down abruptly.

He kept sinking along the current.

Gradually dark all around.

finally.

A coffin appeared in front.

Liu Ping leaned forward involuntarily, as if sensing his arrival, the coffin opened slowly.

Liu Ping was pushed in by the current.

The coffin closed silently, and there was no more movement.

Liu Ping lay in the darkness, making no sound or action for a long time.

"Liuping?" Andrea whispered.

"Wait a minute, I am receiving everything about this female ghost." Liu Ping said.

Andrea was silent.

Dozens of breaths passed.

Liu Ping suddenly sighed long.

"What's the matter?" Andrea asked concerned.

"It's nothing-it's just things I want to know. She knows too limited, and she knows too much about things I don't like." Liu Ping said.

"What does she know?" Andrea asked.

"I can't say it, it will be troublesome if I say it." Liu Ping said.

"Okay, then I won't ask." Andrea said cleverly.

Liuping fell silent again.

-The Baina Knife will return to its owner in every possible way, and its owner is the once king of strange things.

The old king of strange and curious ones designed the cards himself and used them as a playful act.

The three-headed female ghost only knows these two things.

All right.

He was once the king of strange things.

But how did he die? Who killed himself? Why have you been wandering between life and death for such a long time?

Everything is shrouded in mist.

"Andrea, Huoya, you go back to Kashu first." Liu Ping said.

"good."

"Wow!"

One person and one dog disappeared from the coffin.

Liu Ping lay for a few breaths again.

Suddenly, a voice rang from behind the coffin:

"It's up to you to patrol the streets today, don't forget."

"I know." Liu Ping replied lightly.

"I haven't found any seeds worth harvesting for several days. I hope you have good luck." The voice disappeared after speaking.

Liu Ping closed his eyes, opened them again, and leaned back abruptly—

Accompanied by the sound of "click, click", he plunged into the depths of the coffin and suddenly fell into it.

It’s like falling into a void—

Liu Ping kept falling.

With a slight movement of his mind, he controlled his body to flip in the air for several weeks, and then fell to the ground.

This is a dim street.

Surrounded by uneven buildings, it stretches to the end of the road.

People come and go on the streets.

Occasionally, vehicles whizzed past.

This is the evening.

The dim sunlight is dimming.

Darkness is coming.

Standing in place, Liuping looked back and forth for a week, and saw an old man in black sitting on a chair by the street.

People passed by him, but they seemed to be unable to see him at all.

Even when someone was passing by, they obviously touched his legs and feet, but they didn't seem to feel the same at all. They didn't look at the old man at all, and continued to walk forward.

Liu Ping walked towards the old man.

The old man noticed it immediately and turned his head to look at him.

"I remember that there is no conflict of interest or grievances between me and you." The old man said vigilantly, and put his hand into his pocket.

"Yes, I am patrolling the street today, but the time has not come yet, so I will rest here for the time being." Liu Ping smiled.

When the old man heard the words "patrolling the street", he took a close look at Liu Ping and said, "Yes, I have checked the records...you will have to patrol the city in ten minutes."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he relaxed a little.

Touring the city is the most important thing.

Before, after and during the patrol of the city, they are not allowed to attack each other.

Liu Ping sat down beside him and asked casually, "How's your business going?"

"It's okay, barely messing around." The old man said.

"Don't develop believers, just sit here and not move-this is not like a death-type deity." Liu Ping quipped.

"I have a believer, he died today." The old man said.

His gaze crossed the street and fell on a black church on the opposite side.

"How is the quality?" Liu Ping asked.

"It looks very ordinary, with no talent or talent." The old man sighed.

"Maybe there will be surprises? Maybe it's a very pure belief?" Liu Ping said.

The old man's throat rolled.

At this moment a bell came from the church.

There were a lot of weeping voices faintly.

The old man stood up slowly and said to Liuping, "See you later."

"Go." Liu Ping nodded in greeting.

The old man stepped forward and walked across the street.

Before taking a few steps, the old man suddenly turned into a dark monster with a brutal green ghost fire burning behind it, went straight through the church wall, and disappeared into Liu Ping's sight.

Waited for a few breaths.

Suddenly a low cheer came from the church.

"Appearance..."

"God has come!"

"He's on the road... God guided..."

"This life worthwhile…"

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Liu Ping sat on the bench opposite the street outside the black church, listening to the movements quietly.

There is no expression on his face.

After a while.

The old man in black reappeared at the door of the church.

He staggered across the street, sat down beside Liu Ping, and sighed:

"you guessed wrong."

"Really? Is it a very disappointing soul?" Liu Ping said.

"Well, if his faith is purer—"

The old man took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth slowly, and said in a disappointed tone:

"It won't be so bad."