Wang Hongrui knew that I was making fun of him, and there was an angry look on his face: "Please don't do this." ”

I saw that he was angry, and I knew that I was going too far, but I did tell the truth, Grandpa An didn't help, it doesn't mean that the pervert won't.

But when I see him now, it's probably not possible.

Actually, the reason I'm going to go next door is because I want the pervert to get involved.

He is the king of Hades, and he is the only one with the most strength, if I see those paintings, he may help Wang Hongrui because of me.

I know I'm going too far, I'm selfish, but ......

I looked at An Ning with a reluctant look, I didn't know who I was texting to, and I looked anxious and urgent.

Her head tilted slightly to her side, and sure enough, this little girl was texting her grandfather.

"Grandpa, can't you help him?"

After a while, he replied with a cute expression.

"Nonsense! Hurry up and get me back! (Angry)"

What is a metaphysical painter, why does it make Grandpa An frightened, and can also make the pervert silent and show such an expression.

Obviously, An Ning also wanted to help Wang Hongrui.

I don't mean much to him, it's just that he is such a good boy that he can draw that kind of portrait, and I like and admire him, and I don't want him to affect his life because of those six paintings with evil spirits.

It may also affect his future.

I've heard the perverts say that it's not easy to destroy them completely.

It can be seen that even if those paintings are burned, the evil ghosts will still stay by Wang Hongrui's side and cannot be eradicated.

If it was so easy, Grandpa An and the pervert wouldn't have had this reaction.

There is also an explanation about metaphysical painters, and I am also confused.

I don't understand it at all, and I don't want to think about it anymore.

Wang Hongrui glanced at the wall a little timidly and muttered, "Do you really want to go and see the painting?" ”

"Don't you want to know if they are the culprit behind your daily nightmares?" I raised an eyebrow.

He was stunned, hesitated again and again, raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, swallowed his saliva, and said nervously: "Then let's go and go back quickly, if ...... If they really look exactly like the portraits in my dreams, I'll burn them today! ”

Wang Hongrui was obviously very nervous, even his voice was trembling, I could hear it, but I still couldn't hold back and hit him: "I'm afraid it's not that simple." ”

I snorted at An Ning: "Didn't you see the way she called just now, and what she said, the An family is a family of exorcists, and his grandfather asked us to go back quickly, you can imagine how terrifying those six paintings are." ”

"What then?"

He panicked, looking helpless, constantly scratching his ears and cheeks, and his face was full of anxiety.

I said, "Let's go and see it first, I think An Ning wants to see it too." ”

I want to see what kind of painter painted the paintings, which will have such a terrifying and powerful effect, which directly affects Wang Hongrui's dreams!

An Ning nodded vigorously, grabbed my hand, and looked at him earnestly.

"Let's go, three of us, what are you afraid of! Right, there are so many people who come to the exhibition outside, if those ghosts are really so powerful, they don't dare to trouble us directly! ”

She waved her fist with her other hand, looking like she was not afraid of heaven and earth, and I felt her other hand holding mine trembling slightly, and helplessly hooked the corners of her lips.

was obviously scared to death, and he insisted on slapping his swollen face and becoming fat.

……

The pervert didn't stop me anymore, he gently took my hand and accompanied me, Wang Hongrui no longer came to worry about who I was talking to just now, his own affairs have not been dealt with, how can there be that free time to guess.

What I didn't expect was that I wanted to take the initiative to help Wang Hongrui this time, but he was not angry.

Not before, as long as he had a little relationship with other men, he could be so angry that he was jealous, but today this is ......

The pervert took my hand and let go and touched my head.

"Hua'er has always been thinking about her husband, and she can feel it for her husband."

He smiled at me, and I saw his eyes bent: "So, don't worry about being jealous for your husband, the lady's heart has always been on me." ”

I didn't like the way he spoke in circles, and I had to bother to decipher what he meant.

However, I don't know if it's because I have a ghost suppression order in my body, I can always read his meaning quickly, and it doesn't make me feel like I'm going, think about it, maybe it's better to put it mildly.

If I'm not mistaken, I've been teased by his straightforward words a few times.

He ran through the wall and ran into the next room where the painting was kept, which made me nervous to death, and kept calling him in my heart, and he could hear him in the end?!

Yes? Before that, he secretly scolded him in his heart for being a pervert, or felt happy, could he have known it?

I felt like my privacy was being spied on, but I wasn't unhappy in the slightest.

The three of us walked out of the staff lounge and walked to the door next door.

The pervert looked silently at the closed door and said, "It's a lot more complicated than I thought. ”

"When you went in, you saw them?"

When he heard me ask him, he didn't answer, but his expression was a little complicated.

Wang Hongrui has been immersed in his own world, because of nervousness, he only cares about comforting himself, and he doesn't pay attention to me and the pervert is communicating, An Ning knows that the pervert is here from the conversation I talked to the air just now.

"Is your husband willing to help?"

I smiled helplessly and shook my head, she breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "Grandpa too, I can't persuade him to do it, and let us go back quickly, otherwise he will come and arrest us." ”

I thought of Grandpa An's expression when he texted, and I couldn't help but think that he was a little cute.

When I usually see him in a shroud shop, why didn't I find out that he had this attribute? I didn't see it at all.

Wang Hongrui took two sharp breaths, unscrewed the doorknob, and the door slowly opened, and it was pitch black inside.

Since this is a special storage room, there are no windows in it, which is usually used to pile things up, no one will enter, and the light bulb overhead is still an old-fashioned round orange lamp.

Wang Hongrui flicked the switch of the light, and several large cardboard boxes were piled up in the corner, and several long tables could be seen neatly placed side by side, with some long red bands stacked on top of them that seemed to be used for the opening of the exhibition.

The six paintings lay on top of each other, leaning against the edge of a cardboard box, and the huge frame, along with the paintings, was wrapped in a gray-white dust cloth, and the red string cross held it so strong that not a single corner leaked.

The voices of the people in the exhibition hall can be faintly heard outside the door, and since there are only two doors apart, this room is close to the outer door, so you can hear some small people's voices.

This may have become Wang Hongrui's capital to persuade him to relax, his breathing was very heavy, as if he had just run a few thousand meters, and he was about to lose his breath.

His breathing was still rapid, and he took a few more deep breaths to calm himself.

"I'll open it."

He muttered to himself, and I watched him quietly, the room was silent, and I could hear my heart pounding, adrenal hormones secreting rapidly, and white light flashing in front of my eyes.

I saw him trembling his hands and moving his feet, as if daring and fearful, and it took him half a day to walk up to the six paintings.

The dust cloth is not opened, how does the pervert see it?

If he didn't see it, why would he say that things were complicated?

Could it be that in addition to being able to penetrate walls, he can also have the function of perspective?

I don't want to think about it anymore, because I don't want to think that he has a perspective function, and it doesn't make a difference between standing in front of him every day, with clothes and without clothes.

I quickly dispelled this horrible thought from my mind.

An Ning grabbed my arms tightly with both hands, clinging to me, and her body trembled slightly.

It seems that she is also nervous.

I swallowed my saliva, took a deep breath, and watched Wang Hongrui slowly untie the knot of the red rope, which was obviously something that could be completed in a few seconds, and in this depressing atmosphere, I felt like a century had passed.

The unbound dust cloth slid to the ground with a slick and so fast that I had not prepared for it, and I had a clear view of the first picture!

Bang! I felt all the blood in my body rush to the top of my head, and all my hairs were open! The eyeballs are a little out of their control, and they flutter from side to side!

I felt like my heart was about to stop beating due to ischemia! There was a chill behind me, and cold sweat quickly popped up from the open pores!

What kind of painting is this?!

I didn't know if it was a human or an animal sitting on a twisted chair, and I looked at it carefully and found the limbs of this "thing", and I could vaguely tell that it was a person.

With her long hair and exposed breasts, I could tell that she was a woman!

The skin on her face was all twisted, and the whole thing was wrapped around the disclosure. Slightly crooked, as if twisted by an invisible hand, the watery eyes were rearranged, now the two eyes were distributed in different parts of her head, the bones were very slender, and the flesh that grew on them had all been scraped off, she still tried her best to grasp the place where she could hold it, but in the upward black torrent, there was no place to grasp!

The background is distorted, this darkness, not ordinary darkness, it reveals a breath of death, and there is even this chilling feeling mixed in with it. Chaotic blackness fills the background of the painting, leaving only a shape-shifted woman sitting on a twisted chair.

The expression on her face, the moment I saw her, I was almost scared and fainted!

Wang Hongrui's mouth was wide open, almost able to stuff a hamburger, and he sat down on the ground, his body shaking into a sieve.

"It can't be...... That's impossible! ”