Chapter 360 Floating Painting
Chen Ling left the Huadu Opera Troupe and walked straight along the lane.
There was a lot of rain in the south of the Yangtze River. In Chen Ling's mind, it seemed that there had just been one rain yesterday, and another one came today... The fine raindrops were like cotton needles falling on his body. It was not cold, but there was a slight chill that penetrated into it. .
After breaking the white gray seal, Chen Ling's actions were no longer so urgent. He walked forward leisurely, his red opera robe swaying gently in the rain.
"So...where is the owner of the Shinto in the world of mortals?"
Chen Ling murmured to herself.
Nowadays, Chen Ling can use [Shadowless] to hide his body and completely disappear from the world, but he did not do so.
Since he has already turned the theater troupe upside down, he might as well take this opportunity to test his strength in the world of mortals.
According to his observations over the past two days, it seems that the Shinto owners in the world of mortals are not as well-known to the residents as the law enforcement officers are in the open, and they are not like those in the Aurora realm where law enforcement officers secretly oppress civilians or engage in underground activities. Transaction situation.
Because the Aurora Realm is close to the ancient Tibet of the Art of War, law enforcers are regularly transported to the ancient Tibetan area, allowing some talented law enforcers to embark on the Art of Arms and become law enforcement officers. Therefore, the Art of Arms and God is considered the mainstream in the Aurora Realm... Now, Chen Ling has not met a Shinto owner in the world of mortals.
This means that their divine ways, their skills, and their characteristics are completely unknown to Chen Ling...
The threats hidden in the dark are far more dangerous than those exposed in the open.
The location of Liu Town is already remote. Even if there is a Shinto owner sitting in charge, the strength should not be too strong. Now that Chen Ling is back to his full strength, he has the capital to test. At the worst, he can change his face and hide it.
But he had already killed several people in full view of the public, so why was there no movement at all? Could it be that all the Shinto owners in the world of mortals are in the main city, and such small towns are unguarded?
What if the gray world meets?
One doubt after another flashed through Chen Ling's mind. He shook his head and simply stopped thinking about it.
He walked through a narrow green-gray path with stone brick walls on both sides, turned the corner, and came to the edge of a small river.
Green willows were blowing in the wind by the river, and a gray-haired old man was sitting under the tree, holding a stall.
Chen Ling searched the stalls with her eyes, stopped and asked:
"How can I sell this umbrella?"
Most of the stalls were filled with calligraphy and paintings. There was only a bucket placed on the edge. There were several folded oil-paper umbrellas stuffed in the bucket. The old man took a look and waved his hand casually:
"fifteen."
"Can I pick any one I want?"
"Well, just pick what you like."
Chen Ling paid the money with one hand, took out an oil-paper umbrella from the bucket, opened it in the drizzle,
The light yellow oil paper transmits the blurred sunlight, and a few strokes outline the outlines of small black geese, dotted on the edge of the umbrella eaves, like a flock of geese retreating at dusk, which is quite artistic.
"What a delicate umbrella." Chen Ling couldn't help but sigh.
"It's just a few strokes. Life is boring, so you have to find your own fun." Hearing Chen Ling's praise, the old man couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but he still said humbly, "There are many paintings better than mine."
"That's it."
Chen Ling held up the oil-paper umbrella to block the continuous drizzle and continued walking along the river.
Willow branches were fluttering in the wind. The old man was sitting by the stall, looking at the red dress gradually disappearing, his cloudy eyes slightly narrowed...
The next moment, a sudden change occurred!
On the oil-paper umbrella that shielded the wind and rain, a few shadows of wild geese bumped with Chen Ling's steps. They seemed to start to flap their wings in a trance, as if they were coming to life, and suddenly pierced the surface of the paper umbrella and flew out!
Whoosh——! !
The distance between the umbrella eaves and Chen Ling was only a few dozen centimeters, and the shadow of the geese outlined by the tip of the pen was as fast as a bullet. It almost reached Chen Ling in a flash!
However, Chen Ling seemed to have been prepared for it. The moment the wild goose shadow swayed, he dodged sideways. Except for the first wild goose shadow, which roared and cut a half-centimetre-deep bloody hole on the side of his neck, the rest all pounced. Empty!
Several soft sounds came from the ground, and the remaining shadows of the geese were already on the bluestone road, leaving a few black holes as thick as a thumb, bottomless!
The red opera robe spun rapidly in the drizzle, its wide sleeves dancing in the wind. As Chen Ling stopped and steadied her figure, the light yellow oil-paper umbrella fell lightly to the ground, making a soft ticking sound.
Scarlet blood flowed down from Chen Ling's neck...
His eyes were as cold as ice as he stared at the old man under the willow tree.
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"Huh?" Seeing that Chen Ling avoided the blow, the old man's face showed surprise, "How...how did you find out?"
"The ground under your stall is wet, which means you have just arrived...and you sell calligraphy and paintings outdoors." Chen Ling pointed to the gray sky and spoke slowly,
"Now, it's raining."
When Chen Ling turned the corner and saw this stall for the first time, she noticed something was wrong. After all, when Chen Ling escaped, she chose a route with relatively few people. Normally, even if someone wanted to set up a stall, they would not place it here. Such a sparsely populated place... When he stepped forward and looked at the stall carefully, he became more sure of his thoughts.
This old man probably deliberately chose the location on the only way he would leave, just to intercept him.
Chen Ling didn't know his skills and methods, so he could only be on guard at all times... But he never expected that the black geese painted on the oil paper umbrella turned out to be where the murderous intention lay. If Chen Ling hadn't been on guard, someone else would have I'm afraid he was killed instantly.
"The observation ability is good." The old man nodded slightly, "If the time was not too tight, I could have arranged it more comprehensively... It's a pity..."
"Are you the boss of those police officers?"
"Police officer? I have nothing to do with them... I'm just an umbrella painter."
Chen Ling's brows wrinkled unconsciously, "Are you not an official member of the world of mortals?"
"Yes." The old man looked at Chen Ling thoughtfully.
"It seems that you are not from the world of mortals...where are you from?"
Chen Ling naturally couldn't answer, but the old man's words still gave him some information...
Although he represents the officialdom of the world of mortals, he has nothing to do with the police officers who maintain order. It seems that here, ordinary people and Shinto owners are in two completely different systems, not law enforcement officers. A superior-subordinate structure.
"Interesting." Chen Ling chuckled. With blood still oozing from his neck, his smile looked particularly demonic.
"In that case, what should I call you? Mortal lackeys?"
A cold look flashed in the old man's eyes,
After a moment of pause, he spoke in a deep voice:
"[Floating Painting]."