Sang narrowed his eyes, "I saw it, it was small, not as high as my knees, but it was so fast that it was gone in the blink of an eye." As he spoke, it lit three more flames in the palm of his hand and shone it forward, "Do you see the blood on the ground?" It's the ...... it's left behind."

At this point, its tone suddenly softened, and it slowly turned its head towards the back, "So where did this blood stain come from, it looks fresh......

As if to answer its question, the cry of a child suddenly came from a newly built courtyard at the end of the corridor, which was not loud, but in the silence of the night, it was amplified several times.

Sang and Zhao Zimai glanced at each other, got up at the same time, and ran towards the courtyard, but when they came to the door, they knocked on the courtyard door for a long time, but no one answered the door, and they could only hear the cry of the children inside getting louder and louder, more and more urgent, as if they were about to die.

Sang didn't hesitate any longer, jumped up the low wall and jumped into the courtyard, and then pulled the door latch to let Zhao Zi in. The two were just about to go towards the Westinghouse, where the cry came, when Zhao Zimai suddenly pointed to the ground, Sang lowered his head, and saw the bloodstains that were exactly the same as those in the Yongdao, which spread all the way to the gate of the Westinghouse. It's just that it's thicker and thicker, blackish-red, and it's clear that this is where the blood that dragged the entire aisle of blood comes from.

The cry in the house was even louder, Sang walked over, kicked the door open, looked back at Zhao Zimai again, signaled him not to approach, and then walked into the house, sending the fire in his palm to the inside.

It saw a child, sitting alone on the bed and crying, although the tears and snot were paste, but it could still be seen that he was born with a tiger head and a tiger brain, white and fat, like a doll on a New Year's painting.

***

This child is the child they met in the painting stall of Jiangshan during the day, and he is not the only one in the child's family, but his father and grandfather went to other provinces to repair the river, and only the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are left in the family with this doll. But the old woman was deaf, so she didn't know anything about what happened at night, and when Zhao Zimai came out of the house with the child in her arms, the old woman was awakened by the movement outside and rushed out of the other room in a hurry.

According to the old man, she slept in the east room, and her daughter-in-law slept in the west room with the child, but she slept very soundly this night, and her ears were useless, so she didn't know what happened in the west room, and she didn't know where her daughter-in-law went with the children, and I didn't know what was going on with the bloodstains that stretched from the door of the house to the corridor.

"My lord," the old woman sat on the ground, holding the little baby who was tired of crying and already asleep in her arms, and muttered, "My lord, this blood, I can't be the daughter-in-law there, right?" ”

Zhao Zimai glanced at Sang, and knew that it was the same thing as what he was thinking: the little woman he saw during the day was probably more than lucky, and the evil was out, and he must see blood, so much blood, how could the person who met it still have a way to live?

It's just that Zhao Zimai didn't dare to say it explicitly, so he glanced at Sang, and the two walked to the door of the west room bypassing the officials of the official mansion who had just arrived.

"Great Immortal, in this way, this child is the only one who witnessed what happened?" He looked at the doll in the old woman's arms, the child had tears in the corners of his eyes, and he sobbed a few times in his dreams from time to time, which was even more pitiful.

"It's a pity that his words are not good, and it's a pity that the copper needle can't be used now, otherwise, you can still embroider the soul of that thing." Sang said and stepped into the room, this room has been carefully looked at, except for a bloodstain extending from the bed to the door, there is nothing suspicious, and according to the old woman, her daughter-in-law is honest and restrained, never enmity with others, the family has been business as usual these days, the family is preparing New Year's goods, waiting for the two who have been repairing the river for two years to come back.

"She's obviously killed in her sleep, but why is that evil thing here, and what does the basilisk have to do with it?" Zhao Zimai frowned, not knowing whether he was asking Sang or himself.

"Childe, in the middle of the night, why did you get here?" Baotian's voice came from outside, and behind him, he was followed by Imperial Doctor Hu and other people, obviously finding that he was not in the room, so they found here.

Imperial Physician Hu didn't make a sound, but his eyes stayed on Sang's body for a long time, and he looked at it from head to toe a few times. Going out alone with a woman in the middle of the night, Zhao Zimai knew that he would make another note for himself and return the matter to his father. So he took a deep breath and wanted to go out and explain a thing or two to Imperial Doctor Hu.

But as soon as he stepped out of the threshold, the child suddenly woke up, blinked a few times with big eyes, and turned his head to look at where Mennei-san was standing.

"Catch ...... Mother ......" He stretched out a few chubby fingers and grabbed them out of thin air in the cold air.

***

Jiang Bin crept up from the couch and walked to the door of Jiang Shan's house, looking inside. Smelling the smell of wine in the room, he knew that his father was already asleep, so he walked in with confidence, picked up a pile of New Year's paintings and inkstone paints on the table, and returned to his house to light the lamp.

Jiang Bin spread the New Year's paintings on the table, carefully examined them one by one, and after reading them all, he dipped his paintbrush in the paint and revised them one by one. If there was no way to change it, he put it aside, and the modified painting was put on the other side to wait for the paint to dry, and some of it was simply crumpled up and hidden under the bed, and then remade a new one.

That's right, the reason why Esugi's paintings are different is because some of them are paintings that have been changed or remade by Ehama. Although Jiang Shan has been studying painting for many years, due to his lack of talent, his paintings are always lacking. Jiang Bin was the opposite of him, his father had enough of the hardships of the poor painter's livelihood, so he did not allow his son to learn painting again, but Jiang Bin was interested in painting since he was a child, and went to the painting academy to steal teachers when he was free. He was especially good at portrait painting, and those painters were amazed that he could depict the vividness of the characters in the ink and brush, so they secretly accepted this little apprentice.

However, Jiang Bin naturally didn't dare to tell his father about this matter, he only dared to modify and remake his father's paintings in the dead of night. At first, it was just an interest, but later he found that most of the paintings sold by Jiang Shan were from his own handwriting, so he was forced to make a living, so he had time to renovate and repair those paintings, anyway, after Jiang Shan woke up, he would not remember anything, he only thought that he was like the poet Li Taibai, and he often had a stroke of genius when he was drunk.

Today in the inn, Jiang Bin heard Zhao Zimai say that the statues of the gods were all from his own pen, so he got up in the middle of the night to paint despite the cold of the winter night.