It's just that when the painter came back from the cemetery and asked to be alone in the studio for forty-nine hours, the boy happened to sneak into the secret room to play before, and ended up falling asleep.

Of course, although the painter's soul saw the boy, he didn't care about the little boy because he was using all his soul power to compress the human wine glass on the ground to the wine glass on the oil painting.

However, he was disturbed by the little boy, which caused the first compression to fail, so he started compressing again, so that until forty-nine hours had passed, he had not finished compressing the human wine glass.

So when the relatives and friends who were guarding outside rushed in, they also saw the human wine glass on the ground, and they were all frightened! They all fled the studio and hurriedly called the police, and when the police arrived, the painter had completely compressed the human wine glass, so there was nothing to see at the scene except for this oil painting and a pool of blood on the ground.

This strange phenomenon made the painter's family even more frightened and rushed out again!

Later, because there was a child missing, the police used professional instruments to check that the secret room mechanism was found and the child was successfully rescued.

As for the mysterious death and disappearance of the painter, no matter how much the police investigate, they can't find the real cause, and it will be over.

And this painting, as the painter had predicted during his lifetime, was bought by many wealthy people who loved collecting, but no matter who bought it, it was always on the forty-ninth day that a relative or friend in the family would have an accident.

This family and friend, all men, wept for no reason during these forty-nine days, until the forty-ninth day, after turning into bloody tears, the whole body festered and died.

There are also a small number of family members or guests, when they are within 10 meters of the painting, they will inexplicably see a hand hand handed him a glass of wine, and some people mistakenly think that a friend around them handed it to him, so they accidentally drink it, and as a result, their eyes will bleed and their whole body will festering and dying within 49 hours.

And people who are naturally vigilant, because they see clearly that it is a bloody hand, when they take a glass of poisoned wine, they will scream in fright, turn around and flee, but survive, but the spirit has become extremely sensitive and fragile, and often needs the guidance of a psychiatrist to gradually recover.

When I was at Yang Chen's speakeasy, after telling the story of this oil painting in full, he immediately stared at the oil painting with a frightened face, rushed to me, and insisted on pulling me to the hospital......

"It's useless, this kind of supernatural poisoning, and the evil power with the nature of a curse, is not something that ordinary doctors can detect, let alone cure. I calmly stopped Yang Chen's move to pull me to the hospital, closed my eyes, and said while feeling the changes in my body.

The moment I closed my eyes, I turned on my soul clairvoyance, and I first took a closer look at the speakeasy, and there was nothing wrong with it.

I looked at the painting again, and it did show a bloody hand with a glass of poisoned wine in it.

If you just look at it with the naked eye, there is nothing special about it except that it feels bloody.

However, when I scanned it carefully with my soul clairvoyance ability, I could see the strangeness of this painting.

That's the wine glass!

That's right, in this very classical bronze wine glass, there is actually a heart beating slowly, and with the beating of the heart, there is also a palpitating heart beating sound transmitted......

"Poof...... Snort......"

The sound of movement that retracts and shrinks, listening to it, makes people feel the urge to lose their nature, as if everything in front of them is gradually becoming blurred, as if they are leaving me.

Then a very familiar figure gradually appeared not far away, as if they were all the relatives and lovers they cared about the most, but I don't know why, these relatives and lovers always can't see clearly, and there is even a blurred feeling of flesh and blood, which is very heartbreaking and sad.

I felt the urge to cry, as if the blood was gushing up all over my body, and my eyes were swollen and painful, as if I was about to burst out.

Even my skin felt swollen and numb, as if there were many tiny needles pricking my skin at the same time.

Suddenly, I realized that my feelings and hallucinations at the moment were not exactly what this cursed painting was trying to achieve!

In other words, within a maximum of forty-nine hours, I would bleed from both eyes and die of festering all over my body.

And if I want to resolve this crisis and remove the curse that has been blessed on me, I have to break the curse of this painting.

In other words, if you remove the heart from the very weird wine glass in this painting, you should be able to break the curse.

In recalling the legend of this oil painting, in the end, the painter put his own body behind his body with bones and flesh-and-blood organs to form a huge wine glass, and put his heart in this wine glass.

Obviously, this should be some kind of evil curse spell, through this extremely cruel spell, the painter integrates all his resentment into his heart, and then into the painting, in order to vent his anger at the loss of his beloved, and also wants to use this way to take revenge on all the men in the world who are greedy for money and do not care about the lives of others, so that they can also feel the heartbreak process of losing their loved ones within forty-nine hours, and finally die of festering in despair.

So, I calmed down and reminded myself as much as I could that everything in front of me was an illusion, not real, and that I must remain calm and not be overly excited and sad, otherwise I would lose myself and completely fall into the illusion created by the curse.

As I tried my best to restrain my emotions, the hallucinations in front of me began to fade and fade, and finally disappeared completely.

The moment I returned to normal, I began to take a closer look at my body, starting with my brain and continuing to the soles of my feet, in complete detail.

This time I didn't see anything unusual, so I began to zoom in on everything in front of me, like a microscope, carefully looking through my body, including the hemoglobin in my blood, this time, I was very shocked!

I saw that there were many blue-faced, fanged tadpoles swimming around in my blood. They swam and devoured my hemoglobin and excreted black toxins that penetrated the walls of my blood vessels and entered my body, invading my bones, flesh and meridians.

I've tried to kill some of them with my soul power, and while I can kill these horrible tadpoles, they keep coming into my veins, and more and more.

In order to find out where they came from, I stopped killing them for the time being, and instead tracked them in the direction where they appeared most intensively, checking all the way. Finally, I found the source, which was in my stomach.

Obviously, it was the glass of wine I had accidentally drunk that produced these horrible tadpoles in my stomach, and I looked at it again and understood everything when I found a heart still beating in a corner.

It turned out that this heart was constantly producing that terrifying tadpole, which entered my bloodstream, and with the blood, reached all parts of my body.

Now that I have found the culprit, I naturally ruthlessly and decisively attacked, wrapped this heart with soul power, used all my strength, pinched it with all my strength, and completely crushed this heart.

Soon, I now had no support from this heart, and those terrifying tadpoles that were originally full of energy also lost their vitality in an instant, and automatically turned into a pool of blood and disappeared.

Although the curse in my body has been resolved, I know that the curse in that oil painting is still there, if I don't lift it by roots, maybe I will recur the curse, even if I am safe, but what about Yang Chen's family.

Even if Yang Chen's family sold this painting, wouldn't it kill others?

So I decided to fix this once and for all, just make this painting a normal painting, and not let this vicious curse continue.

Thinking of this, I once again concentrated all my soul power on the wine glass of that painting, and then kept zooming in, and when that heart became clear, I did not hesitate to enter that heart again.

The moment I entered the heart, I saw countless small hearts floating in it, and it was obvious that it was this kind of small heart that had just entered my stomach.

In other words, the wine in this wine glass contains such a small heart, as long as a person drinks it, when this heart reaches the stomach, it will start to make waves.

And the big heart in this wine glass is a mother body that constantly makes small hearts, if it is destroyed, then the wine in this wine glass will no longer have a harmful little heart.

Since it was decided, I no longer hesitated, and after controlling the soul clairvoyance to withdraw from this heart, I once again concentrated all my soul power to wrap this heart, and pinched it hard with all my might.

"Poof......" With a muffled snort, the heart completely turned into a pool of blood, and just as I was relieved and was about to open my eyes, I actually saw a soul body float out of the blood and slowly floated in front of me.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be a man in his thirties, still a foreigner, who looked lethargic but unusually angry.

"Did you destroy my heart? Why? Why didn't you kill so many damned men, but instead of killing me, the victim, and ruining my plan of revenge for death. Why!" the haggard, somewhat distorted man yelled at me.