Purgatory Artist

　　 in front of the bar.

　　 The clown gently put down the wine glass, pressed his hand on his chest, and gently tapped.

　　 A card was drawn out of him, and his outfit and makeup completely disappeared, returning to the appearance of Liu Pingyuanben.

　　 He looked down at the card in his hand.

　　—I saw it was a colorful card with a laughing clown painted on it.

"…interesting."

　　 Liuping murmured.

　　 Suddenly, there was a round of applause from the corner of the bar.

　　 Liuping looked back suddenly, and saw a dark figure sitting on the deck in the corner.

　　 That was a man in a dark gray cloak.

　　His body and face are hidden under the large cloak, unable to see clearly.

　　 "Thank you, the clown player."

　　 "In too long a time, I have seen many horrible battles, but such an ornamental battle like yours is extremely rare."

　　 He said in a hoarse, low voice, with a lot of praise in his tone.

　　 "Who are you?" Liu Ping asked.

　　 "You can call me the prison spirit, I have been waiting here for a long time." The existence under the cloak said.

　　 Liuping was about to speak, only two lines of small characters appeared on the top of the man’s head:

　　 "The spirit of the endless prison pillar."

　　 "The guide of the card master, it will help you complete the last step."

　　—It turned out to be such an existence.

　　 Liuping smiled and said, "If it really brings you some joy, it will be my honor."

　　 "Very good, very good, you are not the kind of idiot who only knows how to use violence but knows nothing about the beauty of violence."

　　 Prison Spirit said, step by step to Liu Pingyuan.

　　 It stretched out his hand and patted it on the bar.

　　In a short time, cards were placed neatly on the bar counter.

　　 They keep the look of the upside down, so that people can't see the clues.

　　 The joker card in Liuping's hand also flew out and landed on the bar, keeping a neat line with other cards.

　　 "Let's first take a look at the cards you used in battle—"

　　 The prison spirit made a gesture.

　　 The cards were turned over for the first time and appeared in front of Liu Ping.

　　 Card: Whiteboard.

　　 Card: Hen.

　　 Card: Three of hearts.

　　 Card: Joker.

　　 Card: Flowers.

　　 Card: Crutches.

as well as-

　　 Three completely blank cards.

　　 "The cards that the card master can draw are determined according to the strength of the soul power. You are on the path of spiritual practice, and you are currently in the Golden Core Realm, so the cards you can draw are—"

　　 "Six pictures."

　　"—After this number, you can only draw blank cards."

　　 Prison Spirit pointed at the three blank cards.

　　 Prison Spirit picked out "Card: Crutch" and put it together with the other three blank cards.

　　 There are four cards in total.

　　 is exactly the four that the clown drew in the bar.

　　 "These are these." The prison spirit said in an admiring tone.

　　 "Mr. Clown, when you walked to the bar and talked with the bartender, you only launched ‘please’ once, that is, you are aware of your limits."

　　The Prison Spirit continued: "The real danger in this trial is that you only have the last card available, and then the blank card is drawn."

　　 "So you didn't immediately start with the bartender, but buckled every card on the table—"

　　 "You start talking to the bartender, tempting him to give up fighting; and as you continue to draw cards and place them on the table, the pressure he faces will continue to increase."

　　 Prison Spirit smiled and said, "In fact, out of the four cards you draw, three are empty and only one is available."

　　 "After you entered the bar, you never activated ‘please’ again. In this way, there are actually three cards that cannot be turned into a clown’s weapon immediately."

　　 "But the bartender didn't notice this. He was always attracted by your words—"

　　 "He had a great chance to beat you, but he was moved by you, and he finally took refuge in you."

　　 Prison Spirit clicked on the card with the stick drawn on it.

　　 "The last card, I won the bet."

　　"—A very exciting battle."

　　 The prison spirit applauded.

　　 Liuping said: "It's an honor to have your appreciation, but I guess you are here, not just to tell me this."

"certainly."

　　The prison spirit read an obscure spell.

　　 On the bar counter, all the cards were buckled again, with the back facing up.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a sense of comprehension appeared in Liu Ping's heart, letting him immediately know what to do now.

　　—Completing the trial is equivalent to passing the rules set by the gods.

　　He can choose one of the cards used in the battle just now and use it for himself.

　　 Do you still need to choose?

　　 Liuping stretched out his hand and picked up the clown.

　　Hu—

　　 In an instant, all other cards disappeared.

　　 Only the joker card in his hand remained.

　　 Lines of burning small characters emerge in the void:

　　 "You passed the trial and formally obtained the qualification to become a card teacher."

　　 "Next is the last step."

　　 "You must get the guidance of the prison spirit to lower you a card specially used to enslave sentient beings and all things."

　　 A strange wave gradually appeared all around.

　　 The whole world is shrouded in gray, as if it has lost its color.

　　 "Go to the wilderness, I will wait for you there."

　　After the prison spirit finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared from the same place.

　　 Liuping felt something, put away the clown card, got up and walked out of the bar.

　　He stood on the street outside, looking out the wilderness outside the town.

　　 "Where is it?"

　　 I saw a majestic dark spire appeared in the vast wilderness.

　　 The whole world is only grey and white, and only on the steeple, a crimson fire light that makes people feel palpable.

　　 Liuping lightly flew towards the steeple.

　　 After a while.

　　 He reached under the dark spire.

　　 I saw that the whole tower was made of unknown metal casting, and it was tightly connected everywhere, without any windows or doors.

　　 Outside the minaret, there are countless black shackles.

　　 Every pair of shackles is not empty.

　　The various existences were restrained by the shackles, and the body was tightly attached to the outer wall of the minaret, unable to move.

　　 Liuping came to a human being bound by shackles and observed carefully.

　　 That person was originally lifeless, as if already dead.

　　 When Liu Ping approached, the man suddenly raised his head, opened his eyes and looked over.

　　 "Living people...no, it's a card master!"

　　 He twisted his scrawny body desperately, and made a pleading voice:

　　 "Save me! Let me be your slave, I am willing to do anything for you, please!"

　　 Liuping looked at him and said, "Why are you trapped here?"

　　 The man hurriedly said: "Quickly, there is no time. I am a powerful existence in the past era. Please, let me be your card! I can kill any offenders for you!"

　　 Liuping said: "Since you are so strong, who has tied you here?"

　　 The man opened his mouth and said suddenly—

　　 On the entire minaret, countless existences wailed and screamed.

　　 The man’s words were drowned out by the boundless sound, his face showed eagerness and pleading, as if he wanted to continue speaking, but suddenly he let out a painful wailing uncontrollably.

　　 The whole minaret began to turn from darkness to crimson.

　　 The hot breath radiated from the surface of the minaret, causing the surrounding land to gradually turn into molten slurry.

　　 Liuping couldn't help stepping back a few steps.

　　 Those who were trapped on the spire burst into waves of painful howls.

　　 The fur and flesh on the surface of their bodies gradually burned out, leaving only a skeleton, but they still couldn't stop their mouths wide open, as if they were still venting silently.

　　 for a while.

　　 The minaret gradually returned to the color of darkness.

　　 Those wailing beings were all turned into charred bones, chained to the outer wall of the minaret in shackles, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com stopped making any noise for the time being.

　　 A dead silence.

　　 Suddenly, a voice sounded:

　　 "That is not ordinary flames and molten lava, but the legendary hellfire, which can bring pain and torture beyond imagination to the soul and the body."

　　Taling, it stood not far away, quietly looking at Liu Ping.

　　 Liuping asked, "What happened to the beings who are bound to the tower?"

　　 "You don't have to pity them, because they were the culprits of destroying the world, so they were trapped here, enjoying the eternal torture of purgatory." Ta Ling said.

　　 "Destroy the world? I always thought...the gods brought our world into the eternal night." Liu Pingcheng said.

　　 "The gods you know do not bear the responsibility of destroying the world."

　　 "That should be the existence on the tower?"

　　 "Yes, only these foolish and arrogant beings are the guilty-they destroy the world, kill the same kind, slaughter creatures-their unscrupulous even the gods are stunned." Ta Ling said.

　　 "What about the gods? Did the gods do nothing?" asked Liuping.

　　 "The gods only guide the world and sentient beings into the eternal night after they die-as a card master, you should have seen the world's pendant and the dark drama of the gods." Ta Lingdao.

　　 Liuping sighed and said, "So when we were alive, the gods just watched with cold eyes. They didn't come to harvest everything we had until we died."

　　 was silent for a few breaths.

　　Taling's deep voice sounded in the dark:

　　 "Everything has a cause, it must have its effect, mortal people, the moment you have lived, the front and back are the eternal dark night, and this eternal night is the feast of the gods."