Seeing that Qin Shuya had deliberately left the door for herself, Yan Hua walked in and coughed under the window, intending to say hello to Qin Shuya.

However, Qin Shuya seemed to have entered the realm of forgetting things and me, and she didn't notice her voice at all, let alone discover her existence.

Yan Hua: ......

Thinking of the bad luck entangled in Qin Shuya's body, Yan Hua's eyebrows drooped slightly, and he went straight to the hall and entered the room, and went straight to Qin Shuya's studio.

Yan Huadu stood at the door of Qin Shuya's studio, and the person who was painting was still unconscious.

Yan Hua frowned slightly, seeing the root of the bad luck.

- Qin Shuya's paintbrush.

Even if Qin Shuya was sitting by the window at the moment, the sunlight hitting her body couldn't dispel the bad luck a little.

Yan Hua turned his head and looked at what Qin Shuya had drawn, and his pupils shrank.

She suddenly took a few steps to Qin Shuya's side, looked down at her eyes, and then made a decisive move, grabbing her wrist.

snatching the paintbrush, Qin Shuya woke up suddenly, and turned her head to look at Yan Hua's gaze, which was still a little sluggish.

"Shallow?"

Qin Shuya was in a trance for a while before she recognized who was beside her with a grim face.

She didn't quite understand why Xia Qianqian showed such a look, but her eyes involuntarily fell on her hands.

That's her paintbrush.

Qin Shuya wanted to reach out and take the brush and continue painting, but she had a strong desire for this in her heart.

Yan Hua moved that hand silently, avoiding Qin Shuya's hand: "When did you start painting this painting?" ”

Yan Hua changed the subject.

Qin Shuya really forgot to continue grabbing the pen, and turned her head to look at her drawing board, with confusion in her eyes.

She glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and then slowly spoke: "I can't sleep at lunch, and then I pass by the studio......"

Speaking of this, Qin Shuya looked at the position where Feng Mazeng had fallen very silently.

Qin Shuya was silent for a long time: "I don't know why, my heart is very confused, so I came in to paint." ”

"Every time I sit down, pick up a paintbrush and paint on the board, it calms me down, and I think it's a great way to calm my mind."

Yan Hua listened quietly, and seeing that Qin Shuya was silent again, she sighed slightly and took the paintbrush in front of her: "Where did this paintbrush come from?" When did it get to you? ”

Qin Shuya was surprised that Yan Hua would ask this, and she was also a little puzzled.

However, she thought that Yan Hua had seen the preciousness of this pen, so she was curious, right?

Qin Shuya looked at the pen, her eyes were complicated for a moment, and then calmed down.

Her voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, as if reading a voice in the station, and her tone was steady.

"This pen was given to me by my father on my birthday last year, and my mother carefully selected it as a birthday gift for me."

"I've grown so old that I haven't received a gift from my parents."

"Even though they hated me and didn't want to see me, I was happy and flattered to receive a birthday present."

When Yan Hua heard this, his eyes became very complicated. After a dull moment, he continued to ask a little unbearably.

"Then when did you start being haunted by ghasts?"

Qin Shuya's whole body was suddenly shocked, her eyes opened slightly, stared straight into Yan Hua's eyes, and subconsciously replied: "At the end of last year, I wanted to go back to my parents for a New Year's gift, so I made that family carnival after ......."

Behind, Qin Shuya's voice became smaller and smaller, and it was difficult for her to express her emotions, and she suddenly said two words in a trembling voice that was a little out of control: "Is it ......?"

She bit her lip and swallowed the rest of the words, but a pair of eyes that had regained their calm were fixed on the pen.

Yan Hua sighed secretly, and had to tell her this very cruel fact for the heroine of the world.

"This pen is a ghost."

Qin Shuya's eyelashes twitched, and her voice returned to steady: "Spiritual weapon? ”

Yan Hua nodded: "It's the burial goods that were buried with the dead." ”

"Some of the things that the owner of the tomb used to use during his lifetime will be more likely to be contaminated than other burial objects after being buried, and become a dead vessel for the owner to continue to use after death."

"And this one is full of obscurity, hidden but not revealed, only when you are painting, the wisps of it escape, staining you and your paintings."

"That's why you're haunted by ghasts."

"And the paintings you draw with this pen will also attract ghasts."

Yan Hua looked at the half-painted oil painting by Qin Shuya, and in a flash of light, the painting completely changed.

What she could see was no longer the night scene where the moon was as cool as water, but the beauty of a few strokes in the darkness had become a terrifying "curse message".

It wasn't a ghast, it was a condensation.

This painting was painted by Qin Shuya under the inducement of obscurity, and her essence was wasted a lot.

So Yan Hua just came in, and she didn't notice it. It wasn't until the pen in her hand was snatched away that she came back to her senses, but it took a long time to recognize someone.

If this continues, Qin Shuya will not be killed by the evil spirit, but will also be sucked dry of essence, and the oil will run out and the lamp will dry up.

After thinking for a long time, Yan Hua suddenly felt like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and his body stiffened.

She may know the cause of Mama Feng's death.

But whether her conjecture is correct or not needs to be further verified.

Yan Hua didn't tell Qin Shuya about his conjecture.

In case it wasn't, it wouldn't be appropriate to make Qin Shuya feel guilty.

However, she told her about the dangers of the pen.

Qin Shuya's cheeks tightened, as if she had guessed, her eyes were slightly red for a moment, but she still couldn't shed tears.

Yan Hua washed the pen and put it in the delicate pen case on the side.

That should be the outer packaging when Father Qin sent this pen.

Qin Shuya watched the pen being sealed, nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, I won't move that pen again until the matter is clarified." ”

Only then did Yan Hua relax his expression and look at the tiredness on Qin Shuya's face that could not be concealed.

She knew that she was sucked out of her essence and lacked sleep.

Thinking that this was not the solution, Yan Hua was embarrassed: "I will go back to school soon, I have to live in school, and it will not be easy to come back again." ”

She looked at Qin Shuya.

Qin Shuya was confused for a moment, as if she was digesting Yan Hua's words, and as if she had just been sucked in essence, her reaction was also affected.

Finally figured out what Yan Hua meant, and then Qin Shuya spoke: "I should be ...... myself, there's no problem, right?" ”

She said this with little confidence.

But before she met Xia Qianqian, she hid in the crowded night market until dawn, and there were no big accidents.

Yan Hua shook his head, but he was thinking about how to get the best of both worlds.

Qin Shuya was silent for a moment, as if she was hesitating, and as if her mind was dumbfounded, trying to think about something.

Yan Hua knew that she was like a person who hadn't slept for three days now, and he didn't urge her.

Qin Shuya came back to her senses after a while: "Which university are you studying?" ”