Someone severely possessed shouldn't react like this to an old peachwood staff, should he?
Fortunately, despite his advanced age, the old Temple Keeper was still nimble. He swiftly caught the painter before he fell. Had the back of his head struck the ground, he might have suffered more than a bump on either side.
"Master Shao? Master Shao?"
The old Temple Keeper gently shook the painter, looking somewhat panicked himself. That blow had carried no small amount of force.
But after checking his breathing and pulse, the old Temple Keeper felt a little reassured. Both were fairly steady.
After a moment's hesitation, the old Temple Keeper left the painter by the doorway and peered warily into the room, peachwood staff in hand. With the situation still unclear, tending to the painter immediately was not an option.
Gripping his peachwood staff, the old Temple Keeper lightly tapped the unconscious painter three times each on the crown of his head and on his shoulders.
In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the fire within the painter immediately flared stronger. Then the old Temple Keeper stooped halfway over and cautiously entered this place he considered exceedingly dangerous.
For ordinary folk, this room was undoubtedly large.
Once inside, the old Temple Keeper saw paintings everywhere: hanging on the walls, on bamboo poles, on strings...
These paintings severely obstructed his view. Their styles varied wildly, and the subjects depicted often drew his attention despite himself.
The more this happened, the more dangerous and uncanny the place felt to the old Temple Keeper. The landscapes were tolerable, but paintings containing figures in particular left him tense.
They were simply too well painted. Many depicted ghosts and gods, and seemed, as if by some trick of the eye, to be watching the old Temple Keeper.
Gusts of cold wind blew