Wicker hugged Zhang Yi in front of the black-clothed young man, and his body trembled.

But instead of taking out a silver needle, the young man in black drew a scroll. He handed the scroll to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi slowly pushed away the wicker and took the painting and asked, "What's the use of you giving me this painting?" ”

"This painting is the return of things to its original owner, it is yours, this painting scroll can cover all the ghost spirits, and imprison the wandering spirits and wild ghosts you want to imprison, but you can't feel the breath of these ghosts below."

"My painting" Zhang Yi was a little surprised, he glanced at the young man in black with a puzzled look, then unfolded the painting, and found that this was an ink painting painting of landscapes, pavilions, pavilions, pavilion

Zhang Yi looked at the painting and the characters seriously, and he was very sure that this was his own work, because the brushstrokes and painting style on it were too familiar.

But when did he paint this painting, and how could it appear in the hands of the young man in black, which made him puzzled.

"How did my painting end up in your hands, who are you, and do you know something about me?" Zhang Yi's questions poured out to the black-clothed young man like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

The black-clothed young man didn't answer Zhang Yi's words, he didn't even say in a cold tone as if he hadn't heard: "You quickly take away her ghost pill, suck her resentment, and imprison her in the painting, otherwise she will disappear completely." ”

Zhang Yi only remembered the matter at this time, he immediately turned his head and found that Du Yu's soul body had been changed beyond recognition and was about to disappear, he was so anxious that he shouted loudly: "How to take away his ghost pill and resentment?" ”

But no one responded for a long time, and when Zhang Yi turned his head and was about to ask again, he found that the young man in black did not know when he had left, leaving no trace.

Looking at Du Yu, who was about to disappear, Zhang Yi was so anxious that he stretched out his hand and was about to dig it out on Du Yu's soul body, but as soon as his hand stretched out, a crystal clear and sparkling bead flew out of Du Yu's mouth that was about to disappear.

Presumably this is the ghost pill, Zhang Yi reached out to take it, but the ghost pill flew directly into his mouth.

Then, another black gas emanated from Du Yu's body, and followed the ghost pill into Zhang Yi's body.

Zhang Yi instantly felt a cold and piercing sensation from head to toe, he was so cold that his whole body was shivering, and his hair and body were instantly covered with a layer of crystal frost.

"It's so cold, I'm so cold" Zhang Yi squatted in the corner while trembling, and the wicker immediately rushed over to hug Zhang Yi and warm him with his body, as a brother who grew up together, he was not afraid of dying for him, let alone warming him.

Lao Dao returned to the present world from his fright, he picked up the futon on the bed, although it was wet, he still did not hesitate to wrap Zhang Yi in it.

Zhang Yi's mind wrapped in the quilt seemed to be frozen, his face was as white as snow, and he kept muttering, "Kill, kill...... Murderer! ”

Just as Wicker and Daxian were anxious about how to continue to raise the temperature for Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi's body began to melt again, and smoke kept rising from his body, just like the foggy mountains and rivers in the morning. But in the next second, his face turned red again, like Guan Gong holding the Qinglong Yanyue knife on the stage, and he shouted loudly, "It's hot, it's hot"

Wicker hurriedly peeled off all the covers on Zhang Yi's body, and saw Zhang Yire's whole body sweating.

Although Daxian had seen a lot of strange things, he had never seen such a rapid change in heat and cold, but he still instinctively took out a yellow talisman and pasted it on Zhang Yi's forehead.

"Boom"

Huang Fu and Zhang Yi's forehead burned, turning into a cloud of black ashes in the blink of an eye, and then his forehead tendons bulged, and his face became red and green.

After a moment of rapid change, a cloud of smoke came out of his mouth and closed his eyes.

Wicker pushed Zhang Yi's arm with a crying voice, "Brother Yi, what's wrong with you, wake up"

For a long time, maybe a minute.

Zhang Yi slowly opened his eyes in the wicker's swaying left and right, he grinned and said with difficulty, "It's okay, I just had a terrible dream"

Looking around, he picked up the scroll from the ground that he had accidentally thrown away due to a change in his body.

Suddenly, a refreshing fragrance hit, and when I looked in the direction of the fragrance, I saw a plump and slender woman wearing a white skirt standing in front of me.

Her cheeks were crimson, her skin was as white as snow, and her slightly closed lips were slightly raised, which made people feel breathtaking. Her big pearl-like eyes looked at Zhang Yi with a little shyness, and the long black silk floated in the white neck with the wind blowing in from the window, making people feel like a fairy dancing in the Yao Pond.

Everyone was stunned by the seemingly familiar but unconfirmed beauty in ancient costumes in front of them, who is this, is this the legendary fairy.

The woman gave Zhang Yi a shake on her chest with both hands, and then said in a delicate and soft voice: "Thank you for saving your father, the concubine is willing to abandon all the worldly disturbances and stay in this landscape painting scroll forever, unless the princess summons, I will never show up." ”

With that, she turned into a wisp of green smoke and gradually disappeared into the painting.

At this time, everyone reacted, and Wicker screamed as if he had discovered a new world: "My God, this is Du Yu's ghost, she turned out to be so beautiful, was Li Jia blind back then, I feel that I am sick, I want to chase a ghost now and the urge to fall in love with this ghost"

Wicker gently stroked the scroll, and then sucked the saliva that was about to fall, and it could be seen that he was indeed tempted, although his demeanor was a little exaggerated

"Removed the ghost pill, the evil anger and resentment disappeared together, her soul returned to her original appearance, it seems that there is no fake in the novel, it is really a generation of beauties, it's a pity, it's a pity" Lao Dao sighed, and there was a touch of regret in his eyes.

Zhang Yi glanced at the scroll and slowly rolled it up.

"I suddenly thought of the classic lines of a TV series, since ancient times, there is love and empty hatred, and this hatred is endless"

Wicker was about to say something but was suddenly broken by a noise, and several policemen wearing police uniforms and holding 92-style hand~ guns rushed in.

"Squat, all squat, hold your head"

At this time, everyone remembered that there was a giant Huang Xie Wen's corpse lying next to the bathroom, how to explain this?

Lao Dao dragged Zhang Yi and Wicker to squat down like he was very experienced, and motioned for them to hold their heads, it seems that this guy often goes to the hotel with a small card and does not go in vain.

Then several police officers quickly handcuffed them and shouted outside through the intercom, "All three suspects have been taken under control, and a body has been found." ”

……

In the detention center, Zhang Yi was lying on the bed, Daxian kept practicing and drawing various charms on the ground with his fingers dipped in water, and Wicker put his ear to the door to listen to the movement outside, and after a while he slapped the door with his hand and shouted, "Let us out, we have not committed a crime." ”

"Okay, okay, don't call, I pinched my fingers just now, although we are in prison, it won't be too long, we can get out immediately." Lao Dao patted Wicker's shoulder, and his face looked relaxed.

Wicker turned around and looked at Lao Dao, half-believing in his heart, but he stopped calling and walked to the side of the bed to watch Zhang Yi sit down.

"By the way, Brother Yi, how can you tell that Huang Xie Wen has already died?"

"Three o'clock, the first point is that when we first arrived at Huang Xiewen's room, we smelled a lot of perfume, in fact, this is Huang Xie Wen covering up his corpse smell again, he may know that he is dead, and even if he doesn't know, he will feel his abnormality, so he escapes from reality and is afraid that others will know, so he desperately covers it up."

"And what about the second point?" Daxian squatted in front of Zhang Yi and asked.

The second point is his eyes, although Fang Yi's eyes are empty and godless, he can feel the terrifying aura in his eyes, which means that his eyes are alive and can perceive external things. But Huang Xiewen's eyes were dead, his eyes did not change in the face of all the changes, and if you looked closely, you could even see that her pupils were a little dilated. ”