She looked at the surrounding scene, they were originally in the house, and they were in a clearing halfway up the mountain, and there was not even the slightest trace of the house on this ground.

She was slightly surprised. The house doesn't look fake, how could it disappear with the death of a middle-aged man? Unable to understand the reason, she put the matter aside for the time being, went forward to check, and made sure that the middle-aged man was dead, so she rummaged through him and put away all the useful things.

"Tang Shi ......"

Pray for the wind to sit on the ground, although everything around him has disappeared, but his injuries have not disappeared, he was hit by the tiger beast in the painting and injured his internal organs, plus he has been worried, at this moment, as soon as he relaxes, the whole person only feels that he has no strength to stand up.

Tang Ning stepped forward, probed his hand vein, took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and said, "Don't worry, you can't die, take out those painting scrolls and I'll take a look." ”

I don't know what medicine he stuffed for him to eat, but I only know that after the medicine was put into his abdomen, there was a spiritual breath that quickly repaired the injuries in his body, relieving the original pain in his body a little.

After he thanked him, he hurriedly took out the paintings that he had put away, stacked dozens of paintings in front of him, and said, "It's all here." ”

Tang Ning opened all those paintings, and saw that although the middle-aged man was dead, the patterns on the paintings did not disappear, because the natal fire could unravel the patterns, so she directly burned those patterns with fire, only to see that after missing those patterns, the characters on the painting moved, and the next moment they fell out.

"Thank you for saving me, I'm grateful."

"Thank you Daoyou for saving me, if it weren't for Daoyou, I'm afraid we would have to be trapped in the painting for the rest of our lives."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you ......"

Those who fell out of the painting, male or female, old or young, stood up and saluted to Tang Ning gratefully, they had seen the scene of the little monk fighting with the painter in the painting, but then they were put away and could not see it, and now they were able to see the light of day again, and naturally knew that it was this little monk who saved them.

Among those people who were rescued, in addition to the few sect disciples they met, there were several others who had not seen them, perhaps they had been trapped in the painting for too long, and the spiritual power aura of these people seemed to have been drained, and their expressions were also very haggard, and they all seemed to be injured.

However, Jiang Fan may have been trapped for a short time, and his complexion is much better than that of others, but although Jiang Fan got out of the painting, one hand was always trembling involuntarily at this time.

They recognized Tang Ning and Qi Mufeng, but they didn't expect that it would be this child who looked no more than five years old who saved them.

"I didn't expect to meet two more here, thank you for saving your life." Jiang Fan thanked him, although he tried his best to suppress his hands, but his tendons trembled as if they were uncontrollable.

Tang Ning glanced at his hand, and saw that his hand had been trembling, so he asked, "What's wrong with your hand?" ”

Jiang Fan lowered his hand to his side and said with a wry smile: "When I fought with that painter, I was injured by his brush. "He is a monk, his muscles and veins have been injured, and he is afraid that this hand will no longer be able to hold a sword and fight in the future, and when he thinks of this, he can't help but feel a deep pain in his heart.