The door of the restaurant was blocked by private guards, preventing anyone from entering. Some people were curious about what happened, and the answer they received was that it was reserved for important guests and was not open to the public today.
After the people learned about it, they could only lament the differences between people. There were too many people in the imperial city who had both power and wealth, and their actions were quite extravagant. There are also rumors that something happened inside, and that any guests booking the venue to celebrate were just a false impression.
This is the second floor of the restaurant.
The Major General of the Fuguo General Mansion, Marquis Wen'an, and several other dignitaries were present.
They gathered around a table, and on the central table was a painting.
The chaotic wails, murmurs, curses, pleas for help, and moans all come from this painting.
"Second brother, are you there?" asked the young general of Fuguo.
There was no reply from Zhuang Yu in the chaotic voice.
Zhuang Yan then said, "I am Zhuang Yan."
"Stop shouting, Zhuang Yu can't speak. His tongue is tied again. If you want me to say it, I should just cut it." He took advantage of the fact that Beiyuan City was far away and told him that the Son of God was his younger brother!”
Zhuang Yan frowned.
"Yan Ji, is that you?" Marquis Wen An heard the voice of his third son.
"Dad! Dad! Save me!" The voice immediately raised its voice, acknowledging his identity.
"Don't worry, I..." Halfway through Wen Anhou's words, he heard a scream, which seemed to come from the third son, "What's going on!?"
"Ah! These people Madman, they are tearing my body apart, my hand, my hand is gone! I want to kill... uh, tongue... uh uh uh!"
Whether it was the pain conveyed by the scream or the content of the words, everyone outside the scene was horrified.
“How dare you!?” Marquis Wen An shouted angrily.
“Hehehehe.”
“Why don’t you dare? You don’t care about our life or death, why should I care about your son’s life or death.”
Pa!
Marquis Wen'an's face turned livid and he slapped the table angrily.
Although he was given the title Marquis Wen'an, he actually possessed inner strength. The table trembled with this palm, as if it was about to collapse.
“Ahhhhhh!”
Countless screams of terror sounded.
Marquis Wen'an was startled.
Zhuang Yan said: "Marquis Wen'an, please be patient."
Marquis Wen'an also knew that he was in trouble and nodded with a cold face.
Zhuang Yan asked the painting: "What happened to you?"
"The earthquake, such a big earthquake, someone broke it." From all kinds of chaotic sounds, Identify a sound that explains the situation.
Zhuang Yan looked at Marquis Wen'an's hand.
Marquis Wen'an also understood what was going on.
"No one can touch this painting easily." Zhuang Yan said.
At this time, there was movement on the stairs, and several people came up.
Seeing the face of the visitor, Zhuang Yan, Marquis Wen'an and others all planned to salute.
Yi Zhen waved his hand to tell them not to be polite. He walked to the table and said politely to the people around him: "Sorry for the trouble."
When Zhuang Yan and the others saw this man dressed in black and red tassels, they knew he was a night traveler.
The Night Traveler walked up to the painting, and as soon as he used his spiritual sense to inspect it, the ultimate terror came and disappeared in an instant. This feeling in less than a second already made his muscles extremely tense, and even I lost my memory for a second or two, and when I regained consciousness, I was just as confused as if I had just woken up from a big dream. I clearly felt that I had had a very terrifying nightmare, but I couldn't remember what I had dreamed about after I regained consciousness.
The Night Traveler calmed down and hesitated for a moment whether to continue. Then he thought of his responsibility as a Night Traveler, and he should have dealt with the evil monsters in the world. The imperial city of Yi State was under the protection of Yeyoushen, and he could not give in out of fear.
The decision was made, and the Night Traveler made another discovery.
This time he was more focused, but did not encounter terror again. The rules of ghost stories were gradually revealed during his exploration.
"It's not a strange thing, but a strange story."
The Night Traveler raised his head and explained to everyone.
“Can you solve it?” Yi Zhen asked.
"If the person trapped in the ghost story is not dead yet, it means there is still a chance of rescue." The Night Tour envoy said: "This painting is called "Gathering of Xian Wenhui"."
Juxian Literary Society?
As soon as the name came out, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly.
Of course the Night Traveler also discovered it, and he continued: "When I came here, I saw a plaque on this restaurant saying "Juxian Tower", which means that this is where Guitan comes from, and there are usually traces of Guitan's birth. , you can find the vitality of the rules from the source of their birth."
Everyone listened carefully.
The night traveler said: "Let the shopkeeper and waiter of the restaurant come up and tell me about the cultural meeting."
Not long after, the restaurant manager and waiter were brought up.
They have been called several times today, and when a big shot comes, they will be called for questioning.
Seeing Yi Zhen and Ye Youshi, the two of them quickly saluted.
There was no need for them to ask. The shopkeeper and the waiter, who had been questioned many times, explained in detail what they could memorize.
Hearing the descriptions of Mi August and Mi Feixue in the middle that it was okay in the front, Yeyou was keenly aware that something was wrong, but did not take it to heart.
After the shopkeeper and the waiter finished talking, the night traveler was about to ask them what other cultural gatherings they had before today and what happened at the cultural gatherings, so as to capture more information.
As a result, a voice sounded from the painting, "We definitely didn't mean to offend the Son of God! It's just that the two highnesses came here in a low-key manner and did not take the initiative to reveal their identities. They must not have wanted to reveal their identities, so they didn't say anything. Who would have thought that this A bunch of idiots couldn't appreciate His Highness the Son of God's work and made rude remarks!"
"Clearly...clearly..." The rebuttal was weak and had no follow-up.
The tragedies in the world in the painting have already devastated them into being human beings. How can they dare to say that this painting is rough and inferior, even worse than a three-year-old child?
"This painting was painted by His Highness?" Only then did the Night Traveler understand the truth. This strange story was not born after being widely circulated through the Juxianlou Cultural Society for many years.
His face immediately turned cold.
Yi Zhen didn’t expect this either.
He happened to be talking to the night traveler, and heard someone reported that something strange had happened in the city, and that many of the sons of powerful people in the imperial city had been killed, so he came here with him.
“I don’t know why I heard anything when I arrived.” Yi Zhen sighed with a smile.
Wen Anhou and others were shocked. The prince's attitude clearly meant that he did not intend to blame those two people, so he did not intend to take care of this matter either!
The voices inside and outside the painting can be communicated with each other, and the trapped stick figures inside also feel that something is wrong and beg for help and mercy.
Yi Zhen looked at the night traveler.
The Night Traveler's demeanor was different from before, "I can't break His Highness's strange stories." Anyway, this is the truth.
"This..." Marquis Wen'an and others placed their hopes on Yi Zhen.
Yi Zhen understood that Ye Youzhi was a transcendent mortal and could care less about the worldly sophistication, but his status and responsibilities did not allow him to be willful.
If the people in the painting are ignored, the officials will be disappointed, and the people's hearts will be lost if it is spread out.
The key point is that he may not be able to express his goodwill towards Mi August and the two through this.
——There are many people who know how to flatter and be obedient and honest. If Mi August wanted this kind of puppet of imperial power, he would not be able to get to where he is today.