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

The hoarse low, with a chill echoing through the empty study......

Chen Pifu's expression remained unchanged, silently staring at the powerful ghost in front of him, as if he wanted to look directly at the eyes behind him through the heavy hair. Without too much hesitation, Chen Pifu nodded heavily and replied very seriously: "It's me!"

Chen Pifu shouted in his heart: Hahaha, it's me, it's me, it's me. It was I who woke you up from your slumber, it was I who made you drink my blood, surrender, I am your future master, haha, your master is me!

"Boom!"

A strong ghost aura erupted from the ghost without warning, sweeping through the entire study, and the expensive mahogany bookshelves were directly shattered, and the heavy books were crushed by the ghost qi, accompanied by the churning black gas, flying all over the sky.

Wang Fatzi and the others had a frightened look on their faces, and their whole bodies were restrained by this abrupt ghost aura, unable to move at all, and the cold breath filled the whole body, seeping into the bones, making people's whole body stiff, and it seemed that they couldn't even make a sound.

Even Ye Yun, whose usual cold expression began to fade, secretly screamed in his heart, the ability of the early silver stage and the powerful ghost of the late silver stage are basically two concepts, the difference in strength is too great, let alone do it at the moment, you can't even move, let alone notify the bureau, it's over, the form is not good.

Chen Pifu is even more suffering, as the first to bear the brunt, he has borne most of the pressure, the heavy ghost qi is like a substance, wrapped around his body, at that moment, the whole person is like falling into an ice cellar, frozen teeth creak, fortunately, this situation only lasted for a few seconds, and then the body was inexplicably warm, and the biting chill melted most of it, but the heavy pressure still existed, and he was almost unable to kick himself.

The ghost stretched out his left hand and brushed away the long hair that stood in front of him, revealing a face that was not hideous, but even relatively delicate, and a pair of eyes that radiated a cyan glow. The eyes were blue for a while, and the ghost shouted again: "It's you...... It's you... Killed me?"

"......" Chen Pifu: "I'm grass!"

Chen Pifu was speechless at the moment, if he could, he would definitely scold: If you say it in one breath, you will die? If Lao Tzu knew that you were asking this, the ghost would answer you.

"It's you...... Killed me?"

"Uhh

Seeing this, the ghost actually put a little pressure on. Everyone suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Chen Pifu first stopped Ye Yun, who was going to ask for help from the bureau, then looked at the ghost and said: "Brother, we have no grievances, how can I harm you? Do you think carefully about the portrait of me and your enemy? And it's not a dynasty anymore, okay, you've been a ghost for a long time, can't you even remember?"

The ghost was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes, and seemed to be thinking, and the momentum on his body suddenly decreased a few points.

"Dude, do you remember?"

"A little, too vague, like a woman. ”

"Haha, that's it, you can see for yourself, in this room full of women, even if you are a ghost, you have to be reasonable!

"Am I a ghost?"

"Don't you know?"

"I just felt like I had a long, long night's sleep. ”

"And what about before you go to bed?"

"Before?" the ghost pondered again.

…… Everyone quietly gathered around and muttered quietly.

"Boss, this ghost seems to be quite reasonable. ”

"Well, I guess he became a ghost and possessed the painting, so it's relatively solitary. What do you think, old Ye?"

"There is this possibility, although the cultivation is high, but the resentment on the body seems to have almost dissipated. ”

As a result, as soon as Ye Yun finished speaking, the ghost suddenly moved.

I saw that the ghost suddenly raised his head, and the black hair swelled wildly, like a spider's web, stretching out. A terrifying resentment rose to the sky, and the cyan eyes turned bloodthirsty red.

"Hongyi, you slut, you dare to unite with the adulterer, seek my family property, and harm my life, I want to kill you....... I want to kill you......."

The ghost slowly looked at Chen Pifu and the others, and the fierce light was revealed.

"Damn, Lao Ye, you're really a crow's mouth. ”

The ghost came slowly, as if he had lost his mind, and gritted his teeth: "You all have to ...... Die!"

"Wait. Chen Pifu had an idea, and suddenly shouted: "Mr. Zhu, please calm down?"

The ghost was stunned, and he asked curiously, "Do you know me?"

"Of course!" Chen Pifu thought to himself, he was actually right. Then he said to the ghost with a look of adoration: "Mr. Bamboo, one hand Danqing, the world knows, the beauty of the green bamboo can be called a classic." We are all your most loyal fans. ”

"Fans?" the ghost seemed to be a little confused.

"The most loyal admirer. Friend Chen hurriedly poked the fat man next to him: "That's right." Fatso. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The fat man reacted immediately, giving full play to his acting skills that can be called the Oscar winner, with an extremely admiring expression on his face, and shouted affectionately: "Mr. Zhu, I grew up watching your paintings, do you know? ”

I have to admit that Wang Fatzi's expression at the moment is really exaggerated to the extreme, but that powerful ghost is actually very useful, and even the bloodthirsty eyes have completely faded.

Iron should be hot, and patting sycophants should be hot. As soon as Wang Fatzi finished speaking, Zhang San immediately continued: "Mr. Zhu, this painting you possessed is that I spent a lot of money back then, a full hundred thousand taels of gold, and I bought it with great difficulty, and it is regarded as the most precious treasure of the body. ”

"What? 100,000 taels or gold?" the ghost was a little incredulous, and his hands were embarrassed to straighten the hem of his clothes, as if he was a little shy and a little nervous.

"Yes! I can testify. Da Zhuang nodded sincerely.

That honest temperament, sincere gaze. It's the best proof of that.

The ghost was finally convinced, the resentment on his body disappeared without a trace, and the hair in the room was instantly retracted, and he deliberately tied it into a bunch at the back of his head. On that delicate face, a happy smile appeared, and the whole person, oh no, the whole ghost temperament became polite.

Seeing this, Chen Pifu laughed wildly in his heart: Haha, this is the power of fans. Don't underestimate it, how happy it is for a dick to know that he has so many fans. The ghost is just a scholar in front of him, and he is also well-known in the painting world, and after his death, his works are sought after, and he naturally doesn't know. Now that he has met such enthusiastic fans all of a sudden, and heard that his paintings were sold for a sky-high price of 100,000 taels of gold, how can he still feel resentful, at this moment, of course, he is full of relief and happiness.

Some people may not understand whether this is too fake, but in fact, it is really normal. It's like, in a certain vertical and horizontal obscure dick silk writer ninety-nine drops eighty-one, if suddenly one day, find that there are fans who like him, the mood is simply indescribable, I will wake up laughing in a dream.

Seeing that the ghost had regained his senses, Chen Pifu hurriedly walked up and said, "Hey, what happened to Mr. Zhu back then? Why are you still so excited when you think about it now?"

The ghost closed his eyes and slowly revealed the truth.

During the Ming Dynasty, the ghost was the author of this painting, Mr. Bamboo. At that time, he was a scholar in Fenghe County, and although his family was not poor, he was not rich. After failing to gain fame, he devoted himself to practicing Danqing at home, but after a few years, he really made him draw a roll call. At this time, a famous prostitute in a green building came to the door, describing her admiration for her, admiring her talent, and hoping to be his wife.

At this moment, the excitement is too great for the scholars who either shoot in front of the painting all day long, or paint behind closed doors. In his eyes, the red dress was like a fairy descending to earth. In order to redeem Hongyi as soon as possible and live a happy life, the scholar suddenly burst out with unprecedented creative enthusiasm, not to mention, his works really began to slowly become popular.

Then the next plot is like a bloody TV series, Hongyi said to the scholar that he hoped to keep his virginity before getting married, and at the same time indulged in love with a certain rich son. As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet? Every day is reluctant, how can there be no risk? The scholar inadvertently broke the good deeds of the adulterer and adulteress, and immediately became angry and rushed forward with a knife. Then, the scholar used his personal experience to tell everyone that holding a pen and holding a knife are completely two different concepts. The scholar was beaten by the adulterer and looked for his teeth all over the ground, and he fell into a coma. Then he was falsely accused by the other party and attempted to commit murder, and the red clothes turned his face faster than turning the book, falsely accusing the scholar and attempting to rape.

At that time in the Ming Dynasty, the efficiency of the government in adjudicating cases was obvious to all. Not to mention, it's the county magistrate who has been bought by the adulterer. The speed with which the case was handled was outrageous. During this period of the scholar's coma, all the interrogation work had been completed, and when he woke up, the first thing he saw was a murderous steel knife, and the second sight was the pair of adulterers and adulteresses who were gloating on the side.

The scholar finally understood the cause and effect, and suddenly became angry. At the time of the execution, it was even more tragic, the scholar was sentenced to be beheaded in half, but the executioner felt that if he cut it like this, everything would flow out of his intestines, and it would be inconvenient to clean it, so he directly cut off the scholar's legs, and then threw it into the mass grave and hastily did it.

At this moment, the executioner was cool, and the scholar was sad. It could have been done with a knife, but now it has to be painful for a long time, and finally died of excessive blood loss. That resentment, that's like the tide, wave after wave, wave after wave, wave after wave! So, he became a ghost, or a ghost without legs.

became a powerful ghost, the scholar naturally planned to start revenge, but the result was also inexperienced, the first object of choice was actually the county order, as a result, just climbed to the yamen, he was injured by the mighty imperial luck in the yamen, and was almost shocked to the soul. In the end, there was no way, rushed home, and did not have time to find the pair of adulterers and adulteresses to take revenge, and when their souls were scattered, they possessed this "green bamboo" and fell into a deep sleep.

And then it wasn't until the last time, when the cheongsam woman came to Zhang San's house to investigate quietly, she inadvertently used her aura to touch this "green bamboo", which made Mr. Zhu wake up from his slumber.

During this time, Mr. Zhu has always been in a mess, completely according to instinct, crawling around and calling around. It wasn't until today that Chen Pifu exchanged his memory with blood, and then he remembered the past hundreds of years ago.

After listening to the scholar's story, everyone's faces were full of pity, hey, another poor dick ghost.