Bai Liang's face was pale and he wanted to tell the difference, but as soon as he said that he was afraid, he couldn't continue.

Wen Jing looked at the picture and said that the picture itself is not a good thing. It needs to be suppressed.

Actually, I think it's pretty good to have a ghost hunting picture, but it's too disobedient. Otherwise, if you hang it in the inn, you will definitely be able to keep the house safe.

Wen Jing choked for a moment, and said that the inn is absolutely unacceptable, if you don't want to be killed by Tu Yu.

I think he must be very familiar with Tu Yu.

"So what to do? Tear this up directly? I said.

"If it had been so easy, wouldn't he have lost the painting a long time ago?"

Bai Liang swallowed and foamed, saying that he had been unstable since Gu Yuanyuan's world. Thinking that he had already moved out, he threw away the painting.

But the next day, the painting was returned to the offering table.

Whether it's torn by hand or burned, it's useless.

Bai Liang threw himself at Wen Jing's feet and begged us to save him.

Although this guy is selfish, he is not bad to the bone.

But it's not up to me to have the final say in this matter, and I don't bother to say anything because of the favors he owes to Wen Jing.

Bai Liang said that he still had 30,000 yuan in his card, and said that it could be used as a reward this time.

Wen Jing said how about it, I think I can do it.

"But it's up to you." Wenjing patted me on the shoulder.

Of the thirty thousand, he and I can divide the fifteenth thousand. For the sake of money, I said help if I helped, how to help.

Wen Jing pointed to the bed and said, you just continue to sleep.

I went back to the master bedroom and lay back on the bed under the gaze of Wenjing and Bai Liang.

"You two don't look at me like that, okay? Wenjing, are you sure, it's me who gets hurt every time. ”

Wenjing said that you can rest assured.

I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes, opened them again, and told them to roll away.

See who can sleep like this.

I closed my eyes again, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Someone slammed cold air into my neck, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Bai Liang standing in front of me, and the shadow shrank behind me, poking me incessantly.

Bai Liang looked at me expressionlessly.

I knew he wasn't white and couldn't tell what it was.

"I didn't finish your story last time, and I've always wanted to know how the painter did it."

"Painter?" Bai Liang tilted his head and said, "He has always wanted to learn how to draw Zhong Kui who hunts ghosts, and one day he thought, if he knows how to catch ghosts, will he know how to draw?" ”

"The painter scattered all his wealth, and finally recruited a strange man. The strange man was moved by the painter's spirit and taught him all the skills of his life. Later, the strange man left, and the painter finally realized how to paint Zhong Kui, who can catch ghosts. ”

I hurriedly asked him how to draw?

"The painter uses his soul as a pen and pays attention to all his obsessions on this painting, won't this Zhong Kui live?"

I was stunned, this guy went to Lu Qing's hospital for a while, and he was too perverted.

Isn't it just a painting, and if you can't draw it, you can paint something else, as for putting your life and soul into it?

I also understood that the Zhong Kui on this painting was not a serious Zhong Kui at all, but the obsession of the painter after his death. I only know how to catch ghosts, and I don't care about anything else.

Bai Liang finished speaking and laughed, "I really mean to tell you that I was born to kill demons and demons, and I have caught what you have." ”

He suddenly turned into an ugly-looking Zhong Kui, and rushed towards me with a fierce look.

At this time, a sudden smell of burnt skin came.

Zhong Kui screamed miserably, and the robe on the edge burned.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the corner to hide.

At this time, a cloud of green light surrounded Zhong Kui, and it didn't take long for him to flatten down, shrinking from three dimensions to a piece of paper-sized painting.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at Zhong Kui, when suddenly something hit me the back of my head, and I jumped up in pain.

Wake up again.

It's dawn.

Wen Jing and Bai Liang were still sitting on the edge of the bed. I got up and asked what about Wenjing painting?

Wen Jing raised his hand, threw the scroll directly, and asked me if I still felt it.

I struggled to avoid it, but I didn't feel angry or scared anymore. When I picked up the scroll, there was no reaction.

When I opened the painting, I found that the corner of Zhong Kui's robe was on fire, and he was still trapped by a rope and couldn't move.

No wonder I don't feel scared anymore.

"That's it? It's okay? I just burned it. ”

Bai Liang also nodded frantically on the side.

"If I could, I'd burn it. This painting has just absorbed the tribute, and the yin qi is left. I can only tie him up first, and only after a while the yin qi is weakened can I burn him. ”

As soon as Wen Jing's words fell, a shadow came out of me, punched and kicked at the painting, and stepped on Zhong Kui's feet fiercely.

Bai Liang screamed in fright, and retreated to the corner, looking at the shadow in horror.

I hurriedly rolled up the painting and handed it to Wenjing.

The shadow reluctantly retreated.

This guy, I can't threaten it now, if it always appears in front of ordinary people like this, isn't it going to scare people out of heart disease?

I smiled at Bai Liang and said that this is a little trick and it is nothing, it will not hurt people.

Bai Liang swallowed and foamed, and said that the two of you will add a WeChat, and I will transfer the money to you.

I stood up happily and added Bai Liang's WeChat. Wenjing also added.

He transferred the money to us, and then sent me and Wenjing out of the door, and he flew out of the house himself.

"Wait a minute." Wen Jing stopped Bai Liang.

"What's the matter, Master?"

"Although your father's death has nothing to do with you, you can't ignore him. Go back and set up a tablet for your father at home, and usually make more offerings. Food, drink, incense, candles, paper money, no one is missing. ”

Bai Liang had a touch of guilt on his face, nodded busily and said that it was no problem, and he would get it when he went back.

When he left, I asked Wenjing, "The old man won't come again, right?" ”

"Probably not, the old man doesn't have much resentment. At most, I will beg you for food. He told you to look for his son, and I guess he meant to ask for help. He can't get close to his son and wants to ask you to help. When his son pays tribute and understands his wishes, maybe he will go back to reincarnate as a man, how can there be any kung fu to entangle you. ”

That's the best.

I made money and was in a surprisingly good mood. He had breakfast with Wenjing and went home.

As soon as I arrived at the inn, Feng Yue and Yuan Jingchen came to ask me how I was.

"It's okay, it should be." I say.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief. Feng Yue thanked me a thousand times, and Yuan Jingchen said that his mother would come in the afternoon, saying that she had brought a master over.

"That's good." I say.

I also hope that a powerful master will descend from the sky, and when the time comes, I will also follow and leave this place quickly.

Yesterday I slept intermittently, and I always felt that it was not enough. I went to sleep again.

In the afternoon, I was woken up by a loud noise.

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