The love story was naturally at night, and when there were only two of them, there was nothing drastic that happened, and since I had been visiting the exhibition all day, I quickly fell asleep at night.

What I'm more worried about is that when I see those paintings during the day, I will have exactly the same dream as Wang Hongrui at night, but who knows no.

It is also possible ...... It's because the pervert is around.

I was unconscious all night, and in the morning, my pajamas were still on my body, and I thought of being in the grove with the pervert before...... There was a burning sensation on the face.

I got up early and went out, my mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and my father was also getting up.

They were amazed that I could get up so early, and even more surprised to learn that I was going out later.

"Where are you going so early?"

I smiled at them and said, "Go to Anning." ”

They understood at once, and without asking any more questions, I ate my breakfast by myself, not going to talk more, lest I be aware of the flaws, and when I had finished eating, I picked up my bag and hurried out the door.

The pervert floated after me, and when we arrived at the shroud shop, before I reached the door of the store, I heard Grandpa An scolding An Ning angrily.

"I told you everything! Bringing you back! You're good, ah, see those paintings, aren't they? ”

"Grandpa......"

"I don't have your granddaughter! I've told you all, don't worry about it, you're just curious, curious! I almost got into it! I don't have a disobedient granddaughter like you! ”

I saw An Ning with tears in his eyes, looking like he was about to cry at any time, Grandpa An was still the same, wearing a white sweatshirt, wearing navy blue no shorts underneath, holding a fan in one hand, constantly patting An Ning's head, and teaching a lesson.

I hurriedly walked into the store and dissuaded: "Grandpa An, it's not Anning's fault for this matter. ”

"Xiaohua!"

An Ning threw herself into my arms and burst into tears, crying with a handful of snot and tears, and I could imagine that passers-by outside would shudder when they heard a terrible cry coming from a shroud shop.

Even if this cry came from the boss's granddaughter, the reason for the cry was because of a few paintings......

I also know that An Ning, this girl, wants face, even in front of me, she was trained like this by her grandfather, it still hurts her self-esteem, so I hurriedly helped her round the field.

"Grandpa An, if you want to blame me, An Ning didn't look at the paintings, I wanted to help Wang Hongrui, so I proposed to look at the six paintings, and An Ning was ......"

Grandpa An saluted the pervert, bowed, and then sighed: "Girl......"

"It's really my fault, don't blame Anning."

He shook his head, as if he had given up, and his tone was a little heavy: "This stinky girl, if she hadn't come to my room crying in the middle of the night last night, I wouldn't have known she had seen those paintings!" ”

Midnight? Crying?

I was suddenly a little worried, even a little scared.

"An Ning, you had a nightmare last night?!"

Don't, don't......

A hint of guilt rose in my heart, and I felt my heart collapse when I saw her nod......

I felt my throat and eyes very dry: "What you dreamed of is exactly the same as the scene described by Wang Hongrui?" ”

Her face turned white, she lowered her head, and nodded.

I covered my face, I really didn't know how to express my thoughts to them, I felt guilty, yesterday I asked to see the painting, An Ning followed, in the end I didn't dream, she was implicated.

"I've already trained her all the way, and I didn't want to take care of it, but now I have to."

The pervert suddenly spoke: "This matter is very complicated, this king has seen those paintings, and there are no evil ghosts possessed on them, but there is indeed a dead breath on the paintings, and if you really want to take care of it, you have to hand it over to the lord of the underworld who belongs to it, and this king has no right to deal with it." ”

I pulled Anning, who was still crying, to sit on the small bench and soothe her.

"Grandpa An, you must know what kind of painter a metaphysical painter is, otherwise you wouldn't have said that kind of thing that day."

The old man shook his fan decadently, pulled over a chair with a missing leg, sat on it, and did not fall.

"Metaphysical painters, this is a kind of painter from abroad, they are the most faithful followers of a certain religion."

He glanced at me, an unknown light flashing in his eyes.

"Girl, you know what kind of spiritual power people with faith have in this world."

"They flatter a thing, whether it exists in this world or not, they firmly believe in its existence, and can even sacrifice their lives for it."

Grandpa An's narration was very gentle, without a trace of emotional ups and downs, but I still felt a slight tension from his words.

"If something goes wrong in their spiritual world, what they believe in will be deviant, and what they cling to may change in an evil and absurd direction."

Evil and ridiculous?

One word immediately came to my mind: "Reincarnation!" ”

"Yes!"

He nodded, the expression on his face was even more depressed, and he cast a look at the pervert: "Lord Hades can tell me what the real reincarnation means." ”

The voice of the pervert came slowly: "After people die, their souls will go to the underworld, and their status in the underworld is generally determined according to what they do in the yang world and how they behave in the world. ”

My eyes widened slightly, I really had never heard a pervert say anything about this.

The pervert's gaze turned to me: "It's not that you will be reincarnated immediately after death, you still have to look at your performance, reincarnation is the same as what you think, enter different paths, whether you are a human or a beast in the next life, it all depends on fate." ”

"The paintings you are talking about are said to have been painted by a metaphysical painter named Roman Trist, who is also mentally ill, how can you keep me from worrying?" Grandpa An covered his forehead and sighed.

I kind of know what the profession of a metaphysical painter is, but I still wonder: "What does his belief have to do with his paintings?" ”

Grandpa An sighed: "The real reincarnation is what Lord Hades said, what is reincarnation in their eyes?" Before birth, people are in the most primitive form, and after death, they can return to this form and be born again, which is the reincarnation in their eyes. ”

"They're going to start frantically trying to find out what people will be like when they die, and will they still have limbs? Will there still be pain? Will there be any other guy who has fallen into reincarnation after death? ”

I was stunned and began to sort out what Grandpa Ann had told me.

Reincarnation in the eyes of metaphysical painters, they have strong spiritual power because of their beliefs, and they have mental illness......

Suddenly, as if I understood something, I exclaimed, "And then they will go crazy and draw the worlds and the likeness of their fantasies, the possible people after death, and then draw them!" ”

Can a madman imagine a world of positive energy? Plus his faith has changed......

"His fantasies, his understanding of reincarnation, are sealed in the painting, along with his spiritual power."

The pervert looked at me: "Hua'er, you said that the painter's paintings represent himself, his inner world, and his spiritual pursuit, and the Roman must be the same." ”

Grandpa An nodded: "This is also the reason why Lord Hades said that there are no evil ghosts attached to the painting, but there is a dead breath." ”

His two distorted white eyebrows were clenched together: "Because what he is looking for is about death." ”

An Ning was stunned by such a brain-burning explanation, and I understood a general idea because of the assistance of the pervert.

Suddenly, I made a bold guess!

"I don't know if I'm right, I think it's not the evil ghost that affected Wang Hongrui's dream, but the spiritual power on the painting!"

I knew that it would be unrealistic to say such things myself, but I was brave enough to say it.

Grandpa An pulled the corners of his mouth with a wry smile: "That's why I asked you to come back quickly, I don't care, because if it's a ghost, it's easy to do, our family is to exorcise ghosts, and if you find a ghost, you will naturally send someone to help." ”

"However, this matter is not within our power."

I kind of understood the whole thing, as well as the interpretation of metaphysical painters.

Sometimes, people also have extremely strong powers, especially spiritually, and after this incident, I can be considered to have learned.

"In this way, we can't help Wang Hongrui this time."

I sighed a little helplessly, since there are no ghosts in the painting, then we are helpless.

Grandpa An seemed to see my lonely, unwilling, and regretful expression, and he smiled and said, "It's not impossible." ”

When I heard this, my eyes lit up.

"Send those paintings back, go back to where they came from, don't stay with you, no matter how powerful your spiritual power is, it will still disappear after a long time."

I stood up from my chair excitedly, and my voice unconsciously raised: "Is it that after a while, Wang Hongrui will no longer have nightmares?!" ”

Grandpa An nodded, but reminded again: "Remember, you must return it, even if the old site is gone, it must be buried there, and it must not be burned or littered!" ”

I was suddenly dumbfounded, yesterday Wang Hongrui said that those paintings would be burned at the end of the exhibition!

It's been a day now!

"Tranquility! Give Wang Hongrui a call and tell him to return the painting! Don't burn it! ”

An Ning seemed to have just come back to her senses, nodded hurriedly, hurriedly took out her mobile phone, flipped out the mobile phone number recorded in the booklet, and called.

"Hello? Wang Hongrui, don't burn the painting! We've got a way to get you out of your nightmare! Hurry up and return the painting to your overseas friend! ”

An Ning nervously spoke incoherently, and when I saw this, I screamed in my heart that it was not good, and I was ready to step forward and explain myself.

Who knows, An Ning was stunned for a moment and looked at me with wide eyes.

When I saw her expression, I subconsciously thought in my heart, it's bad!

Wang Hongrui really burned the painting! What can I do?

However, An Ning spoke stupidly and muttered, "He sent the painting back again." ”