I remembered the story that Ye Tingting told me just now, the person in this painting is the folk girl Jianyao!

"What is the people's girl Jin Yaotu?" Wu Fatzi asked me puzzled.

I told Wu Fatzi the story that Ye Tingting told me just now, and after listening to it, Wu Fatzi said with a complicated expression: "With blood as ink, bone as the pen, and hair as the refill, then my painting is real?"

I raised my hand and placed it on the painting, feeling the face of the paper. Painters can imitate, and some top painters can imitate top famous paintings, but painting paper can't imitate. Therefore, those masters who identify the authenticity of a painting often do so from the perspective of paper.

I am not a treasure connoisseur, but I can use my qi perception to see and perceive the authenticity of this painting. No matter what kind of object has qi, the older the object, the more intense the qi on the body.

If this painting was really painted with blood, then he must still have qi no matter how many years he has experienced.

I touched the tissue paper and suddenly I had a strange sensation, it felt like I was touching a woman's skin. That's right, the face paper of this painting is delicate and smooth to the touch, and this smooth feeling is like touching a woman's smooth skin.

"How so?"

I couldn't help but mutter, and Fat Wu was stunned when he heard this: "What's wrong? Mr. Li, is there something wrong?"

"Yes, there is a problem!" I said with certainty: "The problem is in this painting, in addition to using blood as ink, bone as the barrel, and hair as the refill, this painting also uses skin as paper, which is drawn from human skin, and it is also a woman's skin!"

My words stunned Fat Wu!

"A woman's skin......? How is that possible? How do you know for sure?"

"Touched!, but if only there was a woman here, it would be nice to compare it!" I muttered quietly.

"Woman?" Before the fat man could react, Huang Yiyi suddenly walked in from outside the door, carrying two cups of milk tea in her hands, she put them on the table and said, "I'm sorry, I'm late!

I looked at Huang Yiyi with Wu Fatzi, Huang Yiyi was stunned when she saw this, she blinked her big eyes and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong, why do you look at me like that?"

"Yiyi, you came at the right time, it's better to come early than to come at a good time, hurry up and let Mr. Li touch it. ”

As soon as Wu Fatzi's words came out, Huang Yiyi's face was as red as a tomato, and she shouted angrily: "Fat Wu, you are sick, what are you talking about?"

Wu Fatzi hurriedly explained: "Mr. Li said that the matter lies with the body of the painting, which is painted with human skin, and it is a woman's skin! He touches the skin like a woman, but he is not sure, because he has to compare! Only by touching the skin of a real person can he determine whether the painting is painted by human skin." ”

Huang Yiyi looked at me in surprise, asking me for an answer on whether it was true.

I nodded affirmatively and said, "Yes, that's what I said." ”

"Oh!" Huang Yiyi's expression softened slightly, she was not a girl who did not tell the big picture, so she walked towards me, rolled up her sleeves, raised her smooth hand and said, "Then you touch it!"

I hesitated for a moment, looking at the smooth little hand, which I had touched, but had not yet touched in front of anyone else.

"Probably, touching the hand is not very useful! The hand will often be exposed to the sun, and often it will not reflect the best effect. I want to touch your back, this painting should be a paper made of the skin on your back, and the contrast of your back will be better. "I know it's a bit outrageous, but I'm telling the truth.

"Ahh

Wu Fatzi's eyes flickered for a while, and he said, "I avoid, I don't look, I don't look." ”

After speaking, Wu Fatzi walked out sensibly.

Huang Yiyi turned around, pulled open her shirt, revealing her smooth white skin, turned her back to me and said, "Come on, Li Yao!"

This is not the first time I have touched her back, the first time was in Hujiawan, I drew a talisman for her. It's just that this time was different from this time, that time it was a talisman, just a fingertip touch, and now the whole palm of the hand has to be touched.

I gritted my teeth and made up my mind, "Okay, that's offended." ”

As I spoke, I lifted my hand and put it on her back, and as soon as I touched it, her body trembled. I didn't dare to move immediately, I was nervous, it was the first time I had touched such smooth and delicate skin.

After a few seconds, I noticed that she was a little better and adjusted, and I adjusted my mentality, slowly moving down from her back, and I could clearly feel her body trembling.

"Li Yao, do you need me to unravel that?"

The bag did get a little bit of a hindrance to my hand, but it didn't matter, and I replied, "No!"

From the back to the back waist, the touch is really exactly the same! smooth and delicate. The difference between the two is that Huang Yiyi's exudes heat, and the painting has no heat.

I let go of my hand and said to her, "I'm sorry, I'm offended." ”

Huang Yiyi turned her head to look at me, her cheeks were so red that they were about to drip blood, I saw her bite her lip, shook her head at me and said, "It's okay, you are here to help my cousin, I should thank you." ”

"Are you done?"

I nodded and said, "Okay!"

"So, is it the same as that painting?"

I nodded again: "Yes, it's the same, let's call Fat Wu in first!"

Huang Yiyi shouted, and Wu Fatzi walked in from outside the door, and he asked with great concern, "How is it?" Mr. Li, is it the same?"

"It's the same, the raw material of this painting is human skin!"

"Does human skin paint, does a ghost paint skin?" Huang Yiyi looked at me in surprise.

I shook my head and said, "It's more powerful than ghost skin! This is a kind of evil art, called human skin rejuvenation technique, I saw it in my grandfather's book before." What the evil art says is that as long as a person dies before his longevity is exhausted, he paints with skin, uses bone as a pen, blood as ink, and hair as the core. Draw the image of the deceased on her own skin, and as long as she has absorbed enough of the essence of three hundred and sixty-five people, that person will be resurrected in the form of a resurrection. ”

"Resurrection?" Wu Fatzi said with a stunned face: "Then, is that the woman on this painting about to be resurrected?"

"Count the men above, see how many men there are on it, if it reaches three hundred and sixty-five, it will naturally be resurrected. "I was surprised that I didn't expect such an incident to happen this time.