The two of them are doing nonsense here, and the family members have long been hiding far away, and when they feel that gloomy atmosphere, everyone knows that this is looking at his hell map, and it seems that he will not stop if he doesn't make some trouble.

Although it was a scorching summer, it was cold around now, and besides, Zhou Dingcheng and Zhou Dingcheng both had goosebumps.

The two of them looked at each other, and they were speechless for a while.

Besides, he was thinking about whether he should burn these hell plots, but Zhou Dingcheng was thinking about that terrifying feeling, and he was thinking about what the truth was.

Besides, just as he was about to speak, Zhou Dingcheng hurriedly said: "Don't say it, I know what you mean, you can't burn it, these hell pictures are really coming, especially those two, if those bastards find you, you don't need anything else, just throw the two paintings at them, and scare them to death." I feel that these two paintings really have the ability to suck people's souls dry. ”

Besides, I believe that Han Ziping, the master of the Empty Dao Gate, died like this, and there is no doubt at all.

Could it be that he really created a strategic weapon by accident? If so, it would be similar to the talisman he developed, which could be used again and again, and the more he used it, the stronger it became.

"It's a pity that the Zheng family is not here anymore, otherwise I would have thrown these two paintings to their house to see what the effect was. Zhou Dingcheng said with some regret.

"You lack virtue, even if it is useful, you can't use it like that, not everyone in the Zheng family deserves to die. ”

Besides, there is a feeling that if this thing is really as he thinks, it may be a big killer weapon that attacks indiscriminately, and now if he doesn't attack him, even Zhou Dingcheng may not be exempt.

Of course, he just thought so, it's hard to say whether this thing is powerful or not, if it can only spew out some yin wind, the lethality is not great. He had the heart to try to see if he could launch it, but he couldn't find a target, so he couldn't just find someone to try, in case it was really spiritual, he would kill innocents indiscriminately.

But it's really like what Zhou Dingcheng said, when the enemy comes to him and throws these two paintings out, maybe he can scare the opponent half to death, and that yin wind is enough for the masters of the two factions to drink a pot, at least it can buy him time to escape.

On the roof of a house opposite the house, Murong Yanran and his apprentice stood there, looking at him in a daze.

"Master, what's wrong with that bastard's house, it looks like it's haunted, it's terrifying. The little apprentice grabbed the master's arm hard, and his heart was a little hairy.

Murong Yanran just watched, but didn't speak.

She thought of that rainy night, and it was this cloudy and windy atmosphere, but it was raining at the time, and this atmosphere was not as strong as it is today, but she felt it, and at that time she was still admiring in her heart that the art of painting was enough to be wonderful. Later, the moment the talisman was issued, she didn't understand what was going on, she just felt that something big had happened, and Han Ziping died strangely after that.

Could it be that he did it in the first place? But how could this be?

"Shall we go and see?" the little apprentice was a little worried.

"No, those two boys are having a good time, and they don't seem to be in danger. Murong Yanran said calmly.

If Zhou Dingcheng heard this, he would probably be killed by a head-on, how could he be said to be a muddy boy, he is not small, as for the muddy, he is not wrong.

"Are they doing some ritual to exorcise ghosts?" the little apprentice still thought it was strange.

This kind of gloomy atmosphere can only be seen occasionally in the exorcism of ghosts, and it is still a sign that only appears when the archmage is doing the exorcism ritual, and ordinary people cannot cause this kind of yin wind at all.

"What will they do, Wudang Mountain is not a Maoshan dojo. Maybe it's the muddy boy's painting that's doing the trick. ”

"How can painting cause this?"

"You don't know that the night before Han Ziping's death, and when he was painting, this phenomenon occurred. Murong Yanran said.

The two of them looked at it for a while, but they didn't understand anything, and when they saw that they were doing well with Zhou Dingcheng, they went down and went back to the room.

"Master, why don't you want to transfer?" the little apprentice was very dissatisfied.

Besides, if they agreed to transfer, their master and apprentice would not have to work so hard to guard him every day.

"Maybe he had other plans. ”

"What are the plans, aren't they just those women who can't bear him? With his virtue, we might as well forcibly transfer him away. ”

"That's not good, we can only transfer if he agrees to go, our task is only to protect him, and we can't use any coercive means against him. Murong Yanran said.

In fact, Murong Yanran also understood, and insisted on staying and not leaving, neither going overseas, nor finding another place to live in seclusion, just to use the power of the imperial court to fight against the ancestor protector faction.

The power of the imperial court is indeed strong, but besides, this is playing with fire, and if you don't get it right, it will ignite the fire*.

"Then let's protect him like this, when will it be a head? The little apprentice was a little worried.

"Soon, in another year and a half, if nothing happens, we can leave. Murong Yanran said.

Besides, he went in and put away all the paintings, and then Zhou Dingcheng dared to come in, he was really frightened, and he didn't dare to come in with him, and now if he said that there were ghosts in this house, he wouldn't be surprised at all.

"How can these two paintings have such great power, didn't these two paintings be taken away by one of your friends, did he do something? This will not be entangled with the ghost of the dead ghost Han Ziping, right?" Zhou Dingcheng stared at the two paintings and asked like a cannon.

"Where do I know this, if you think this thing is ominous, we'll burn it. "Besides, I still think there will be trouble in leaving this thing behind.

"Don't, this thing is indeed a bad thing, who is the score, at least it won't be bad for you, then it will be, when the time comes, create some ominous things for those bastards of the Ancestor Protector Sect, that is the greatest auspiciousness." "Zhou Ding became enlightened.

Besides, it makes sense to think about it, he wants to carefully check the changes inside, but he definitely can't do it at home, and if he really wants to check it, he has to go to a remote place outside the city, preferably to a mass grave or something.

But one thing he was sure of was that this thing would not be bad for him, after all, he drew it, so he had to recognize the master. He thought that these two paintings were only wrapped around Han Ziping's body, and no one could take them off, but he reached out and took them off.

He now most hopes that there will be a person from the Ancestor Protector Sect or the Empty Dao Sect to appear, just for the practitioners, but unfortunately he can't find a suitable candidate.

"Hasn't that Nanjia been targeting you, why don't I go back to Suzhou and quietly throw the painting in to try it?" Zhou Dingcheng said.

Besides, shaking his head, the affairs of the Nan family have long been in the past for him, and he disdains to reason with them, the Nan family is already miserable enough, so don't fall into the well again. And who knows how powerful this thing is, in case of a tragedy, his conscience can't bear it.

"Forget it, let's find a chance to try it later. But you'd better carry this thing with you, it's much stronger than the two buckets of needles you carry every day. "Zhou Ding became enlightened.

Since he knew that the Ancestor Protector Sect and the Empty Dao Gate had returned from overseas, and he had returned to his old habit of bringing the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle made in Fengyang with him, he knew that the effect would not be too good, those masters were all long-range attacks, and they didn't rush to catch him, and it was still a question whether the Rainstorm Pear Flower Needle could have the ability to defend itself by then, but it was better than nothing.

But he didn't want to carry these two ominous things every day, anyway, he still had a talisman on his wrist, and he could fire it twice in a row, so he could create a chance to escape.

The two men piled the paintings on the table, then took out the old wine, drank several large bowls and suppressed the shock.

Moreover, after putting away these paintings, the surroundings became quiet and elegant again, and there were cicadas and frogs chirping not far away, and the life was infinite, and it was no longer the lifeless and gloomy scene before.

The two of them drank wine and didn't speak, and tried to think carefully about the two paintings from beginning to end several times, trying to find out the reason, while Zhou Dingcheng was thinking about which enemy to practice with.

It's a pity that Xiaojun went to Beijing and wasn't here, otherwise as long as he and Xiaojun got together, Zhun Bao would be able to find the target to start, and this person is still too soft-hearted and has too many scruples.

Besides, looking at these two paintings, I feel that I may have inadvertently created something that is not like a military talisman but is better than a military talisman, but it may be Pandora's box, the impact of that kind of power is too great, he can clearly feel the power of death contained in it, he is a divine doctor, and he is most familiar with things like life and death.

In the end, instead of carrying the two paintings with him, he locked them in a cupboard, and since there might be something ominous hidden inside, he still locked them up for safety.

The rest of the day went on peacefully, with nothing out of the ordinary.

Besides, I still went to the lectures, and then went to the Suxue Research Association to meet those members, and then held an auction every once in a while.

Zuoling's Chinese patent medicine continues to be produced and sold, because the cost of purchasing medicinal materials has been reduced, and the profit is much higher than before. Although the two are husband and wife, they still divide the money against each other, and in Zuo Ling's words, it is the husband and wife who settle the accounts. Besides, he also smiled and obeyed.

His greatest joy still comes from the child, seeing the process of the child's growth every day, his heart is full of inexplicable excitement, in this world, life is still the most beautiful thing, he gradually understands why there is a killing ring, but unfortunately sometimes he is always faced with the problem of whether to open the killing ring.

Time flies, and the years have not left any traces, but they have a significant effect on the children, and everyone else is repeating yesterday's life day by day.

Besides, he drew a picture for the children in almost three or two days, and without a camera, he had to use this method to record the growth of the children and record the passage of time.

Just when he was living a peaceful and stable life, almost forgetting the risks he was in, a great storm suddenly came.

This storm occurred in Beijing, but it affected the whole country in a short period of time, and even affected him, and it can even be said that he is the biggest victim of this kind of storm.