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The sunlight grazes the ancient green bricks and shines on a street paved with cobblestones. The air is filled with the scent of rice and earth, as if it were a special fragrance belonging to this village.
Some residents walking on the road, whether it's women carrying vegetable baskets or elderly men, all seem slightly nervous, and their conversations all revolve around the mysterious pregnant woman.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin entered this small village, dressed in mundane attire to avoid drawing attention.
Wu Sheng wore a seemingly relaxed expression on his face, with a slight downturn at the corners of his mouth; while Hang Lin had a serious look, as if constantly observing and analyzing.
"What's been going on in this town lately? Everyone seems spooked." Hang Lin wrinkled his brow, casually browsing a display of wooden carvings.
"Yeah, this gloominess can't just be from the weather." Wu Sheng wore a wide-brimmed hat, covering most of his face, but his eyes were sharp like those of an eagle, keenly observing the surroundings.
"The transformation of 'The Immortal in the Painting' seems not so simple," Hang Lin said.
Wu Sheng smiled but did not speak. Both of them looked at a notice written in vermilion at the village entrance: "Do not approach pregnant women."
Hang Lin couldn't help but frown, "It seems that this pregnant woman transform not only terrifies the local residents, but also further triggers social panic."
Wu Sheng nodded, "We need to find her, not only to understand the purpose of The Immortal in the Painting, but also to restore peace to this town."
Two people arrived at a painting booth where the scene depicted a pregnant woman with a smile, yet it gave off a somewhat eerie feeling.
"Is this her?" he asked, pointing at the painting.
"It should be. According to the residents' descriptions, this pregnant woman is one of the identities of The Immortal in the Painting," Wu Sheng replied seriously.
Just as they finished speaking, a scream came from the other end of the market. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin glanced at each other and quickly ran towards the source of the sound.
They arrived at an alleyway and saw several citizens gathered around something in fear. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin smoothly made their way through the crowd and saw a painting on the ground. The painting depicted the pregnant woman they had just seen at a stall.
"Is that the pregnant woman that's causing everyone to panic?" asked with a puzzled look.
"No, what really causes panic is the mystery behind the pregnant woman's transformation," whispered Wu Sheng, with a deep look in their eyes.
The residents' panic permeated the air, like a thick fog Hang Lin the streets. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin passed through a finely carved wooden door and entered a dilapidated teahouse.
Here is far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, but the teahouse is still filled with a tense atmosphere.
The teahouse is decorated in a simple and ancient style, and the redwood tables and chairs, worn over the years, still maintain their own elegance.
On the wall hung some slightly yellowed calligraphy and paintings, all of which bore witness to countless stories and secrets in this place. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin chose a table by the window, ordered a pot of jasmine tea.
The proprietress of the teahouse, wearing a jade hairpin and a cloud-patterned embroidered skirt, cast a glance at Wu Sheng and Hang Lin: "May I ask what brings you two here?"
Hang Lin Smiling in response, "Madam, we are here to solve a certain problem. Have you heard about a pregnant woman selling paintings on the street recently?"
The landlady's face turned grave as she whispered, "Ah, indeed I have heard. This matter has already caused great concern throughout the city. That pregnant woman is no ordinary person; she always disappears after someone has ill intentions, leaving behind a disaster."
"Can you explain in detail?" Wu Sheng asked.
"This is not a good thing, I can only tell you one thing," the teahouse owner sighed, looking around worriedly to make sure no one else heard. She whispered to Wu Sheng and Hang Lin.
"There was a merchant named Luo Ping, who was a cunning businessman specializing in shady deals. He encountered the pregnant woman's doppelgänger, but instead of helping her, he had malicious intentions and wanted to take advantage of her."
"And then?" Hang Lin frowned.
"The next day, Luo Ping was found lying in his own living room. Do you know what happened? His body was slashed open, his entrails scattered on the floor, and he was muttering, 'Where is my treasure?' Before long, he breathed his last breath. Obviously, pregnant woman gave him the retribution he deserved." There was a hint of fear and unease on the landlady's face.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin exchanged a glance, knowing they could not hesitate any longer.
"This situation has become serious. We must quickly find her and understand what's going on," Wu Sheng said in a low voice.
Hang Lin nodded, "Indeed, since she has started punishing people so severely, there must be some unknown underlying reasons. We cannot let such a tragedy happen again."
Wu Sheng asked, "Boss lady, do you know where she often hangs out?"
The boss lady thought for a moment and replied, "That pregnant woman often hangs out at the east end of the village, near the Qingxi Bridge, where there is a large banyan tree."
The two of them quickly finished their tea, stood up, thanked the teahouse owner, and then disappeared outside the wooden door of the teahouse.
Hang Lin and Wu Sheng arrived at the east end of the village. It is said that the pregnant woman often appears here, selling paintings to seek help.
They stood under a big banyan tree, carefully observing the surroundings.
Before long, a petite woman with a slightly protruding belly walked over. Her face was pale, and her long black hair hung loosely behind her, giving her a weary appearance. She carried a wooden rack with several paintings on it.
"It should be her," Hang Lin said to Wu Sheng in a low voice.
"Okay, let's go over and have a chat with her."
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin walked over, gave a gentle smile to the pregnant woman, and then gracefully made a bow.
"May I ask what brings you two gentlemen here?" the pregnant woman asked politely.
Hang Lin With a slight smile, "We heard that you sell paintings here and wanted to come take a look."
pregnant woman Took out a painting from the wooden frame and displayed it. The painting depicted a beautiful landscape, dreamlike and ethereal. The ink in the painting was elegant and clearly the work of a master.
"This painting is very beautiful, I wonder how much it costs?" Wu Sheng passed through the crowd and came to the front of the pregnant woman, pretending to be a rustic countryman and asked.
"This painting only costs ten taels of silver," pregnant woman replied with a smile, gently touching the landscape on the painting. Her eyes seemed to reveal an indescribable depth of affection.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin exchanged a glance, feeling slightly surprised. The price for such a painting is clearly too low.
"Isn't it too cheap?" Hang Lin couldn't help but ask, with a puzzled expression on their face.
pregnant woman She smiled and shook her head, "For me, this is not just a transaction, but also a kind of fate."
She continued in a gentle tone, "Even as long as one has a kind heart, they can take it away."
Unnamed said, " Hang Lin Remember the painting that Geisha gave last time? As long as a kind-hearted person encounters it, they will be fine."
Hang Lin then continued, "You said that a kind heart can take it away, but what if the heart is not kind?"
pregnant woman stared into his eyes, her tone turning cold and stern: "That person will never find an exit in the world of my painting."
Wu Sheng furrowed his brow, feeling that there were more secrets hidden in pregnant woman's words. He thought to himself, perhaps this is one of the purposes of The Immortal in the Painting constantly transforming.
"Since that's the case, we are willing to accept this painting, but please take the money." Wu Sheng said, taking out ten taels of silver and handing it to the pregnant woman.
"Thank you both. May this painting bring you good luck, and I wish you well." Pregnant woman took the silver, a hint of subtle surprise and contentment flashing in her eyes.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin thanked the pregnant woman and brought the painting back to their temporary residence.
They opened the scroll and were once again captivated by the beauty depicted. Wu Sheng deliberately used his divine power to sense the aura within the painting, confirmed that there was nothing unusual, and carefully rolled it up.
Hang Lin said, "This information should give the Jade Emperor a better understanding of The Immortal in the Painting. We need to report back quickly."
Wu Sheng nodded, waved his hands, and created a portal, through which the two of them disappeared in a flash of light.
But at that moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the air behind them. The figure of a pregnant woman slowly emerged, with a strange smile on her lips.
"Are both of you truly kind-hearted people? I want to see if you still think so when you discover the truth behind The Immortal in the Painting."
The smile on the pregnant woman's lips gradually widened, and her figure disappeared once again into the air, seemingly blending into every corner of this world.
But silently, Hang Lin was completely unaware, and continued to move forward steadfastly, hoping to bring a fair conclusion to it all.
After the pregnant woman's figure disappeared, the world in the painting seemed to become even more eerie. A dark current was quietly forming, seemingly foreshadowing a huge storm on the horizon.
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