Monster Apartment

The gods and beasts usually walk around the north part habitually.

The main reason is that there is basically no need to explain, because Xuanwu lives here.

There are very few places in the north that need help, because Xuanwu is born with more helpers than others, so most of the beasts walk around Xuanwu's jurisdiction.

Because they were basically called babies by Mrs. Spirit Snake.

But this can't be helped, who made Xuanwu old, and he was also a great hero in ancient times, helping the hunchback through the sky.

Even now, Xuanwu is still shouldering a very difficult task, and he can be regarded as a very respected senior.

With such a credit, basically no one would offend Xuanwu. After all, if he offended, he would not be able to beat him, and he would be backlashed by bad luck.

Xuangui is actually okay, but Spirit Snake really likes children. In his spare time, he loves to make all kinds of toys to amuse children by hand. In human society, he is also an expert in children's education and psychology. He is very powerful.

Gu Bai hugged the huge life-sized teddy bear, and didn't dare to let go.

And Si Yiming got out from the pile of fluff, his face was not very good, but when he touched the gentle smile on Mrs. Spirit Snake's beautiful face, he silently suppressed it back.

To respect the elders, Mr. Si thought.

"I told Xuan Gui." Si Yiming took the doll that Gu Bai was holding and put it aside, put his hands on Gu Bai's shoulders, "I brought a helper."

Madam Spirit Snake looked at Gu Bai, and she recognized it as a growing cub just at a glance.

The smile on her face was full of maternal light: "The little baby painted by Hualing?"

Gu Bai: "..."

You can't call me a baby anymore.

Si Yiming nodded, selling his teammates quickly: "That's the kid."

The attraction of the cubs to the spirit snake is very strong. At least put a cub in front of the spirit snake. They, the gods and beasts that adults don't know are tens of thousands of years old, will basically not arouse her any interest.

Mrs. Spirit Snake looked extremely happy, and Gu Bai was often taken special care of by women because of her baby face. Although she was a bit overwhelmed by her enthusiasm at the moment, it was not to the point where she wanted to hide.

Si Yiming scanned the house and asked Mrs. Spirit Snake, "Where's Xuan Gui?"

"Going to the Netherworld." Spirit Snake replied, and then happily pulled Gu Bai to the side of the refrigerator, asking him what he would like to eat.

Xuanwu's house was built behind Wogui Mountain. It is a large European-style villa with a warm architectural style. It has three floors.

Xuangui doesn't have time to go out to work, he doesn't even need his identity in human society.

Because in the modern times, Xuanwu has always been guarding the nether world since the hunchback passed through the sky in ancient times.

What is Nether?

It is the entrance to the underworld. When the Netherworld is open, the specific manifestation is actually very obvious, visible to the naked eye—it is the phenomenon that humans call the aurora.

Xuanwu occasionally extradites dead souls on a part-time job, but overall he is still very busy.

However, because Xuanwu is two divine beasts concentric in one body, even if it needs to guard Netherworld, there is rarely any shortage of manpower in the north.

Now Xuan Gui is going to guard Nether, it is estimated that it is time for Nether to open up to accept the souls of the dead.

Si Yiming watched Gu Bai being fed a bunch of spirit fruits lovingly by Mrs. Spirit Snake, his cheeks bulging like a squirrel, cleared his throat, and raised his voice, "Can you trouble Madam to take out the portrait?"

Mrs. Spirit Snake, who was still calling for Si Yiming's baby, gave a very disgusted "tsk" and went upstairs to get the scroll.

Gu Bai heaved a sigh of relief, quickly chewed everything in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and ran back to the living room with a look on his face.

"Eat slowly." Si Yiming patted him on the back, "Go back and get the portrait, let's see if there is anything that needs to be revised in the draft."

Gu Bai nodded: "Okay."

He took out a sketchbook with a rough sketch, and a pencil.

Si Yiming told him before on the way here that the place where he needs to paint is a stone tablet that Xuanwu once carried on his shoulders for a long time.

It's not too big, it's two meters wide and high, and it doesn't take long.

Looking at the drafts in the sketchbook, Gu Bai suddenly realized that the Pixiu and White Tiger pictures he had drawn before were also part of this series.

Gu Bai tilted his head to look at Si Yiming, hesitated for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "Mr. Si, is there any use for drawing these...?"

Si Yiming paused, without any intention of hiding anything, and replied, "It's just a replacement."

The land of Shenzhou has a formation that has been handed down since ancient times. Its main purpose is to filter out evil spirits and monsters, and to keep out the extinction of natural disasters.

Evil spirits and ghosts are demonic spirits produced by human beings themselves, but natural disasters that wipe out the top are real events.

The so-called catastrophe is the one that is found in all the legends of the gods in the world and will destroy the whole world-the Great Flood.

This is a crisis that unnatural creatures all over the world have been very aware of since ancient times, and have communicated this crisis to humans. Therefore, in the myths and legends of almost all cultures, the occurrence rate of the Great Flood is quite high.

But each family also has its own method. For example, Huaguo's side relies on the huge formation that has been handed down from that time.

In the era when the aura is gradually fading, the main formation points of the formation must be guarded by divine beasts with corresponding attributes, so as to suppress evil spirits and natural disasters at the same time.

But besides suppressing them, the gods and beasts occasionally ran out to catch those strange beasts. Especially in the past few hundred years, the evil spirits and monsters have been rampant, and the gods and beasts are even more helpless.

Looking for Gu Bai's help, that is, to make up for the formation, so that the beasts can relax.

At the same time, the proliferation of evil spirits also means that there must be something wrong with this large formation. The population explosion is indeed one of the reasons, but there must be something wrong with the formation.

But this matter has to be considered and discussed when a group of beasts gather together.

Si Yiming and the beasts dared to procrastinate so much. It was because they didn't dare to leave their jurisdiction easily, and because they didn't think it was a big problem.

If it was really a big problem, Bai Ze would have jumped back like his ass was on fire. After all, every time something happened, the first person to be enlightened about the future would be this benevolent beast who knows everything in the world.

Si Yiming was still quite at ease. He looked up at Mrs. Spirit Snake who came down with the scroll, took the scroll that the other party randomly threw over, and handed it to Gu Bai.

That stone tablet stood on the edge of the rockery in the yard. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to find that it was a stone tablet, and it was almost integrated with the rockery.

Gu Bai went to the yard, checked the material and level and undulations as usual, then obediently returned to the house, and began to ponder over the portrait.

In fact, if it is the best to be able to see the main body, it must be said that Gu Bai's most self-satisfied picture so far is the Pixiu picture.

But asking Gu Bai to tell Mrs. Spirit Snake that he wants to see her real body is a bit impolite.

Mr. Zhai said that for monsters, the ontology is actually a taboo topic.

While Gu Bai was studying the stele, Si Yiming turned his head to the car and took the painting tools that Gu Bai brought this time—as well as those unusual paints that he swept up at the monster market.

Among the monsters, there are also those who pursue elegance. In terms of calligraphy and painting, they may not lose to ordinary humans. These natural self-made paints with a bit of aura are simply not available in human society.

Mrs. Spirit Snake saw Gu Bai holding his easel and struggling to find a place to sit down and make a draft. Without hesitation, she immediately took Gu Bai to her own studio on the third floor and vacated a space for Gu Bai. White painting.

Gu Bai is very focused when he draws, and Si Yiming knows this better than anyone else.

He gestured to Mrs. Spirit Snake with a motherly look on her face, and the two of them went downstairs.

Si Yiming got straight to the point: "Can you identify Gu Bai's real body?"

Mrs. Spirit Snake frowned when she heard this question, and looked at Si Yiming in disapproval.

Xuanwu is one of the few existences that Si Yiming would show respect for. Although Mrs. Spirit Snake's character and hobbies are hard to describe in words, she is a senior worthy of respect and admiration, which cannot be erased.

Compared with Bai Ze and Gu Lang who didn't know when they would come back, Si Yiming felt that asking Xuan Wu for help might come sooner.

"Gu Bai's situation is quite special, he doesn't even know what he is." Si Yiming explained the relationship between Gu Lang and Gu Bai a little bit, and then said, "But I think his aura is a bit special. familiarity."

Xuanwu lived longer than Si Yiming. Xuanwu has existed since the heaven and earth opened up the Pangu Meteor Road.

The longer you live, the more opportunities you will encounter.

Even if the spiritual beings raised by nature do not know their own nature, it is not a particularly surprising event for Xuanwu.

Mrs. Spirit Snake heard Si Yiming's doubts, and sat on the sofa, closed her eyes and thought for a while: "It is indeed a little familiar, and it smells a bit like the breath of the prehistoric times."

After hearing Mrs. Spirit Snake's words, Si Yiming asked again: "Can you remember the details?"

"It's the smell of the prehistoric times." Mrs. Spirit Snake turned her head to look at him and teased, "Why do you care about this little brat?"

Si Yiming paused, feeling that the meaning of Mrs. Spirit Snake's words was a bit off.

He twisted his fingers uncomfortably, and explained: "I'm worried that if he is like Bai Ze..."

It would be bad if something went wrong with the spiritual painting like Bai Ze.

"So you still care about him." Mrs. Spirit Snake looked at Si Yiming curiously, "I've never seen you caring about anyone before."

Si Yiming wanted to say that it is not normal to care about cubs.

Mrs. Spirit Snake stopped him before he could speak: "You didn't pay attention to other cubs before."

"..."

Si Yiming was silent for a long time, and finally said a little aggrieved: "Because this is the first cub who has seen me fight but was not scared away."

Lady Spirit Snake: ...

Oh.

Then you are miserable.

The author has something to say: Si Yiming: No fuck to say.