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I looked at him and asked why,

Mu Chun said: "The whole thing is vague, once you don't do a good deed with this painting, cause any trouble, and have consequences that are difficult to end, who is responsible,"

"I don't have to take any responsibility from you," I was a little upset,

Mu Chun said that he didn't agree to anything, I was soft and hard, and all the good things were said, this kid just didn't get in the oil and salt, and in the end I burst into tears: "We are all good buddies, are you so unreasonable, let me tell you again, I did this to save my father, and now his life is in your hands, what do you say?"

Mu Chun said for a long time: "Brother Wang, I'm not unsympathetic, let me tell you the truth, it's okay to help you draw, but ...... I'm probably going to die because of this,"

I was stunned, I couldn't understand how a painting could be dead,

Mu Chun sighed and said, this happened after knowing our group of friends, once Grandpa Mu took him to the other village to catch the temple fair, he wandered around alone, and accidentally saw a fortune-telling stall specializing in horse lessons, in the temple fair, there are many fortune-telling and marriage warlocks, business is good, ten yuan and eight yuan can be counted as a hexagram,

Mu Chun had never seen the fortune-telling method of the horse class, so he thought it was very interesting, and watched it on the side for a while.

The fortune teller is a tall and thin man in his forties, wearing tattered clothes as if he wants to eat, but not to mention, there is a dusty air on his body, what interests Mu Chun the most is that there is a pole erected next to the stall, on which are hung a few exquisite and crystal gourds, a little fairy,

The fortune teller asked Mu Chun if he wanted to come to a hexagram, ten yuan was enough,

Mu Chun gave him ten yuan, the fortune-telling method of the horse class looks a bit like the carousel in the park, a large disc, in the middle are two small wooden horses, the fortune teller with his hand turned, the horse moved, there are scales on the disk, the number is written, turn to the number, the fortune teller will take out the number of posts from the treasure chest, there are verses written on it, related to the fate of the fortune teller's life,

At that time, Mu Chun turned, it was strange to say, seeing the Trojan horse turn around and stop, suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the Trojan horse that blew turned around and turned half a circle, stopped in one place, and actually wrote "0" on it,

Mu Chun asked what it meant, but the fortune teller didn't speak for a long time, telling him that it was not a good sign, and he didn't say the specific details.

He took out the zero-word verse from the treasure chest and showed it to Mu Chun, there were four sentences in total, what was written, Mu Chun didn't tell me, he only told me, the fortune teller said that you will die in vain in the future, and you won't live much age, and the cause of death is related to your own work.

Mu Chun said that he was a painter, could it be that painting can also kill people, the fortune teller shook his head and said, I don't know if the sky is unpredictable, Mu Chun secretly wondered, do you want to change your career, you can't paint anymore in the future,

Since this incident, Mu Chun's heart has grown grass, and he doesn't do sketching, and he will be troubled when he picks up the pen, if it weren't for Mr. Mu Lao's forced stay, it is estimated that he would have returned to the city long ago, and he would not stay in the countryside.

Hearing this, I smiled: "Xiaomu, I see that you are very shrewd, why didn't you settle this account,"

Mu Chun looked at me: "Please advise,"

"How credible is a warlock of a temple fair," I said, Mu Chun was about to say something, I waved my hand to interrupt him: "Take 10,000 steps back and say that he is right, your disaster is related to your own job, but he didn't say that it is related to painting, you gave up painting and changed to other industries, such as chefs, when you are engaged in the chef industry, the disaster is still not gone, and it is still hidden in the chef's business,"

"That is to say, no matter how I change, disaster will definitely happen, unless I do nothing and lie at home and gnaw at the old," Mu Chun looked at me,

I patiently explained to him, don't be a psychological burden about fortune telling, fortune tellers don't talk ruthlessly, how can you earn your money, and even if there is a disaster, let's find a way to solve it on the day of the catastrophe, and we won't live before.

I asked him directly, "Do you like painting?"

Mu Chun smiled bitterly: "I started painting when I was three years old, otherwise I could have been admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"Oh, just because of a fortune teller, you won't draw in the future, give up your hobbies and professions, what's the difference between that and death," I said,

This sentence completely moved Mu Chun, he walked back and forth twice, and I added fuel and vinegar and persuaded tightly,

Mu Chun pondered for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay, Brother Wang, I'll help you once and see if there will be a disaster,"

That's right," I was relieved,

Mu Chun entered the inner room, and after a short time, he took out the painting clip, he jumped on the grinding plate, and asked me what the old woman had to look at, I described the image of the eldest sister, not to mention that Mu Chun's technique is high, and with a few brushstrokes, he sketched a general shape, which was four or five points similar to the eldest sister, which was not easy,

I described it carefully, Mu Chun's pen is like the wind to add details, that is, twenty minutes, a woman's appearance appeared on the picture, I looked at the painting for a while, I don't know if Mu Chun's skills are superb, or he painted it unintentionally, the eldest sister on the painting is extremely expressive, she seems to be staring at the painting with a sideways face, her eyes can't tell what kind of look is, like a murderer, if this painting is hung at home, it is estimated that it can ward off evil spirits,

Mu Chun looked at the painting, and suddenly reached out to tear the painting, I quickly stopped him, and finally grabbed it,

Mu Chun frowned: "Brother Wang, I think this painting is a bit ominous, it's better to tear it up,"

I'm refreshed, big sister, big sister, don't make a move, you will be a sick cat, I said thank you and turned around and left, Mu Chun shouted at me in the back,

I looked back at him, Mu Chun squatted on the grinding plate, with a worried face: "Brother Wang, do you think this painting will hurt me?"

"Don't worry, it's just a painting, and don't say that you painted it, who knows, God knows, you know I know, my mouth, you don't worry, I'll do the rest, Lao Mu, thank you, this matter is done, I'll set the table and invite you,"

I hurried out of the yard, and inadvertently glanced back, Mu Chun's face was gloomy, and he was still squatting on the grinding plate motionless,

I don't think much about it, it's cloudy at the moment?, Luo Ermi told me that if I want to make my eldest sister, I must cast a spell at twelve o'clock at midnight, I went home, ate hastily, and waited for twelve o'clock to come,

I secretly took out the piece of wood that Luo Ermi gave, and he said that the wood had been struck by lightning, and it was appropriate to do it.

I carefully cut the image of my eldest sister out of the paper with scissors and wrapped it around the wood.

Now that everything is ready, just wait for the evening,

I went to my father's room, the people in the village were scattered, only the three of us were left, my father was drowsy, but now the symptoms have changed again, and he began to cough violently, and his throat seemed to pinch a mouthful of old phlegm, not up or down, whirring, seeing him uncomfortable with this, my heart is really like a knife,

My mother sat at the head of the bed and waited, crying, I was depressed, a piece? Cloud, a good home is ruined like this,

At ten o'clock in the evening, my mother asked me to go back to the house to sleep, I had something on my mind, I didn't say anything, I went back to my room, stuffed the wood I wanted to do into my bag, secretly went out through the back door, and took a hammer in the backyard.

Luo Ermi told me in detail the process of the practice, to face the east at twelve o'clock at midnight, the whole process can not be seen by outsiders, and wait until eight o'clock the next morning, you must take the villain back,

The people in the village go to bed early, there is no nightlife, and at night except for the occasional dog barking, there is no one to be seen.

To be careful, I walked a long way, and came to a large field of crops, the grass grew very tall, and in the dead of night, I hid behind the haystack and kept watch for a while, to make sure that there was no one,

The weather is fine tonight, the moon is high,

I squatted on the ground smoking a cigarette, anxiously waiting, unconsciously, there were cigarette butts all over the ground, time passed minute by minute, I looked at my watch, the closer to midnight, the more I felt suffocated,

Finally, at eleven fifty o'clock, I quickly got up, dug a pit with my hands on the ground, and then put the wood into the pit, and the wood was wrapped in a portrait of the eldest sister, which was originally painted on a flat piece of paper, but now it was wrapped like this, the paper was deformed, and the whole face of the eldest sister was extremely distorted, deformed to a very strange degree, and the two eyes looked at me straight.

My hands trembled and I could barely hold it, an unprecedented sense of guilt hit, and I gritted my teeth, this is what you forced, I gave it up for the sake of my family,

I buried the wood in the earth, only half of it, and then I turned out the hammer,

The last five minutes were like a century, and at last at twelve o'clock in the night, I picked up my hammer and smashed it against the wood.

I have loosened the soil here several times, extremely soft and loose, the hammer smashed, the wood immediately into the soil, it was a point shorter, since I did it I don't think much about it, with the hammer knocked again, the wood also followed inch by inch into the soil,

After beating for about ten minutes, the whole wood was left with the head exposed, and the wrapped portrait of the eldest sister had long been tattered, and only one eye was still exposed.

I picked up the hammer and was about to give the final blow, when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the field, and someone came.