The time of entertainment always flies quickly.

Chen Pifu and the others were quietly standing on the side, and this time it was a whole day. And this ghost is also extremely patient, and it seems that he likes to watch the old lady play mahjong. This old lady is not only in good spirits today, but also has good luck, and at the end of the day, she has won a lot, seven or eight hundred yuan. The old lady looked at the sky that was already twilight, stood up with great satisfaction, and went home.

The ghost saw that the old lady had gone back, and he didn't see anyone else playing mahjong, so he lay on the ground and returned the same way.

Except for Ye Yun, who felt bored, the others didn't feel tired at all after watching it for a day, but they were still a little unsatisfied. This watch mahjong and mahjong, is completely two kinds of enjoyment, mahjong people, mood depends on how much you win or lose, and the people who watch mahjong are different, in addition to a kind of overall planning, strategizing the dark, there is a kind of seeing others lose when they lose, inexplicable schadenfreude happiness.

Everyone followed the ghost all the way, and saw him crawl back to Zhang San's villa, and then disappear in the study.

At this time, everyone began to carefully inspect the study, and finally, in the lower right corner of a wall, a painting was found.

The painting is not very large, the size of a 19-inch monitor, and the picture is a green bamboo, breaking through the ground. The whole painting is relatively concise, with only a few brushstrokes, but the momentum of the green bamboo breaking the ground gives people a very deep impression.

A faint black gas, hovering around this painting, is floating.

Chen Pifu leaned up and took a look, the title of the work: bamboo. The payment is: Mr. Bamboo.

"Huh, why is there a fingerprint on this painting? Looking at the shape, it seems to be a woman's finger?" Chen Pifu exclaimed curiously. As soon as he wanted to take down the painting, he was stopped by Ye Yun on the side, and then quietly left the study with everyone.

Ye Yun saw everyone's doubts and said, "You have all seen that painting?"

"Hmm!" everyone nodded.

"Do you still have an impression of the black paw prints on the cheongsam woman at the beginning?" Ye Yun asked.

"No, I'm very impressed with her breasts!" Zhang San shook his head.

"Me too!" Wang Fatzi nodded in agreement.

"Which one is the cheongsam woman?" Da Zhuang asked blankly.

"Hey, you straight men, do you have to keep an eye on your chest when you look at women?" Chen Pifu looked sad: "Can't you get rid of your vulgar eyes and look at women with a purity from the heart?"

"Boss, what are you looking at her?" asked the fat man casually.

"Of course it's an ass!" Chen Pifu lit a cigarette for himself: "Such a big, such a warped ass, it's a good cut that men will drool!"

“。。。。。。 "Ye Yun.

Ye Yun forcibly endured a fire and burned the urge to burn these sluts. said: "The woman herself has admitted that she has been here, and the pitch-black paw print on her wrist is likely to have been scratched by this ghost." I guess she must have found this painting when she was checking the room, and the fingerprints on the painting were probably left by her, and for some reason, the ghost suddenly woke up, and then the woman was scared away. Zhang San, you recall carefully, the first time you heard the screams, was it after the other party asked you to buy antiques and was rejected by you?"

"That seems to be the case. Zhang San thought about it carefully and nodded.

"That's right, this ghost is no longer a simple ghost, it's a bit similar to the existence of a soul in a spirit weapon, and this painting is also equivalent to a spirit weapon. ”

"So this painting is a spiritual artifact?" Chen Pifu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's hard to say at the moment, because this is not a real spirit weapon yet, just some similar existence. ”

"Can this ghost be subdued?"

"You can try, but be careful, that woman's strength is not much worse than mine, and she will suffer a loss when she looks at it, so we'd better take a closer look. ”

"Well, that makes sense. Chen Pifu nodded, looked at Zhang San, and asked, "Old Zhang, do you have any impression of that painting?"

"Yes!" Zhang San nodded.

"Where did this painting come from?"

"When I was ten years old, I bought it at the antique market, and I gave it to my grandfather, who seemed to have a birthday. ”

"No, you can buy something casually, it's a spiritual weapon, this luck is too good. Chen Pifu said enviously.

"Yes, Lao Zhang, how did you see that this painting was not ordinary?"

"See,. Zhang San said with a smile: "I bought this painting for two reasons, first, it is cheap. I think it's less than 10,000 yuan, my God, do you think there's a cheaper calligraphy and painting than this? As for the second one, it's the author of this painting, Mr. Take. ”

"Mr. Bamboo, is it famous?"

"Hehe, speaking of this Mr. Bamboo, there is no better than me. Around the beginning of the fifteenth century......."

Zhang San stopped suddenly, saw everyone's confused looks, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"That ......" the fat man stared at the little eyes, "What does the fifteenth century mean?"

"Uh...... I'm sorry, I just came back from abroad, this grammar is a bit unshaken, I put it another way, about the Ming Dynasty ....."

"Damn, I would have said that earlier. ”

"Hey...... Well, I went on to say that around the Ming Dynasty, there was a scholar in Fenghe County, who was quite accomplished in the way of painting, especially good at painting green bamboo, known as Mr. Bamboo. Before this person's death, he seemed to be a little depressed, and no one cared about his works, but after his death, he was hyped up by people for a sky-high price, and it is said that it is difficult to find a hundred gold. ”

"Hey, it's a common problem for people who engage in art. Chen Pifu took a puff of cigarette and sighed with emotion: "When I was alive, the work was not valuable, and after it was hung up, it became a sky-high price." ”

"Haha, there's a little bit of truth to that. As for Mr. Take's works, there are not many of them in the world, and they are not famous in history, because his fame is limited to Fenghe County. ”

"Then how do you know?"

"He is my hometown, my ancestral home is Fenghe County, when I was a child, my grandfather always told me about those celebrities in Fenghe County, this Mr. Zhu is also a character in Fenghe County, I naturally remember it. But there are really not many people who know, and it is estimated that the boss who sold my paintings was only sold as a sundry, otherwise it would not be possible to sell things that are hundreds of years old so cheaply. ”

"Damn, isn't this a typical leak?" Chen Pifu scolded with a smile.

"Haha, so to speak. At first, I thought the meaning of this painting was good, so I gave it to my grandfather, but I didn't hear of ghosts at the time?"

"This ghost must have been sleeping. Ye Yun guessed: "It is estimated that when the cheongsam woman came to your house, she may have used her aura and accidentally contaminated this painting, and as a result, she woke up this ghost." ”

"Then how do you subdue this ghost?"

"If you follow the flow of the spiritual artifact, the first step is to drop your blood on it first. ”

"Ha, no wonder, when I was fighting that day, I accidentally got blood on the cross, and it turned out that the cross seemed to be activated by me, and a protective shield actually appeared. Chen Pifu said a little proudly.

"Defensive spiritual weapons are all good things. ”

"Then whose blood is this painting dropping?" Chen Pifu spit out a smoke ring and looked at Zhang San: "Lao Zhang, the painting is yours, you come." ”

"No, no, no!" Zhang San shook his head like a rattle: "It's not a female ghost, I received a fart, and the screaming made people panic, beat me to death, I don't want it, this painting is for you." ”

"Really?" Chen Pifu's eyes lit up.

"Of course. Zhang San nodded very seriously.

"Fatty, here you come. ”

"Boss, I don't want it, I'm almost unable to support myself, and I still raise ghosts? ”

"Da Zhuang, then you are coming?"

"Boss, I'm scared. ”

".........." Chen Pifu finally looked at Ye Yun: "Old Ye, do you want to come?"

"I'm a fire-based supernatural, and I'm naturally restrained by ghosts, this thing doesn't suit me, it just so happens that you're a dark superpower, and this ghost is very suitable for you. ”

"Hahaha!" Chen Pifu looked up to the sky and smiled: "You don't want it yourself, don't blame me, this is at least a silver-level ghost, don't be envious when the time comes." ”

Chen Pifu laughed and planned to get a knife.

"Piff, wait a minute, we'll wait a few days. Out of cautious consideration, Ye Yun persuaded on the side: "After all, once you drip blood, it is equivalent to having a bond with this ghost, either you subdue him, or you are devoured by him, it is better to be stable." ”

"Nani?

"Nonsense. ”

"Well, safety first, or a few days of observation. ”

…………………………………………………

For several days, this ghost's routine was so regular, so regular that Chen Pifu and the others were a little embarrassed.

At three o'clock in the morning, I punched a card and crawled out of the painting. Wandering in the study, screaming.

At eight o'clock in the morning, I climbed out of the study and climbed to the mahjong parlor to watch the old lady play mahjong. In the past few days, because of the lack of people, Wang Fatzi also went down to make up a few games and lost nearly 1,000 yuan.

If the old lady finishes early, then the ghost will crawl back on its own.

If the old lady didn't play mahjong for something, then the ghost would climb to the park and watch some old people play chess.

If the old lady plays late, then the ghost will wait for the old lady to leave, and then climb back, but at this time, he will stop and wander at the door of a large health care house on the way....and then he will not return to the painting until twelve o'clock.

Chen Pifu looked at the wandering figure, and there seemed to be a trace of pity in his eyes.

Even Wang Fatzi couldn't stand it anymore, and suggested: "Boss, look at that lonely back, it's so pitiful!, why don't we burn a few juniors for him?"

"It's not impossible. Chen Pifu nodded.

Hey, men, they're always lonely. Being a ghost also seems to have asked for the fate of not being single.

At noon that day, everyone came to the study again.

Chen Pifu cleared his throat, looked at his mouth and said: "It's noon, and it's the most sunny time of the day, and this is the time of day. This villa now belongs to our territory, and we have almost figured out any corner these days, which is a good location. Now there are so many of us, and the ghost is one, and this is the man. The time, the place, and the people are all right, hehe, I think it's the best time to subdue this ghost. ”

"Hmm!" Ye Yun nodded: "Yes, if the situation is not right, I will notify the bureau, as long as everyone delays or saves their lives for fifteen minutes, the masters of the bureau will come." ”

"Haha, that's great. Chen Pifu laughed, strode forward, took the painting down, placed it on a desk, took out a knife, and slid it on his fingers.

The red blood fell drop by drop......

Drop on the painting, blend into it.

The green bamboo on the painting actually began to turn red, the surrounding black gas began to rise, and the temperature in the entire study dropped sharply, becoming more and more gloomy and cold.......

After about a few minutes, the green bamboo on the painting became as crystal clear as red jade, and the mournful cry sounded again, stirring in the study...

"I'm so miserable......"

A stout ghost hand suddenly stretched out from the painting and grabbed Chen Pifu's wrist, and a large amount of black qi began to gather at his wrist.

Chen Pifu looked at the black, long pointed nails, worried, this ghost also pays too little attention to personal hygiene, this nail is so black, will it be poisonous.

The ghost slowly crawled out of the painting, approached in front of Chen Pifu, and stared at him deadly.

Behind the long hair, there seemed to be a pair of cold eyes, looking at Chen Pifu coldly.

I don't know how long it took, but the ghost finally spoke slowly, and the voice was even hoarser than usual, and every word seemed to reveal a kind of coldness in the bones.

"Yes...... ...... you?"