From the moment he stepped into the door of the Chen family, He Changming felt uncomfortable.

I don't know where to start that uncomfortable feeling, as if countless pairs of eyes were peering at him in the dark.

Obviously, he was not the only one who felt this way, Wang Heng couldn't help but shudder, and asked, "Master, why is your house so cold and freezing me to death!" ”

It's the damage of the force that causes the human body to send a signal to warn itself not to go inside.

However, this strength is also powerful, He Changming is not an ordinary person now, but a monk who is serious, Wang Heng has the wooden card he gave him to protect himself, and he can clearly feel this strength, you can imagine how powerful the evil hidden in the Chen family is.

Mrs. Chen didn't feel it unexpectedly, or she had already gotten used to staying in this environment for too long, if it wasn't for He Changming interfering in this matter, Mrs. Chen would be with Chen Huaishui in a few days.

"The book is in my husband's study, I'll go get it for you."

Mrs. Chen took out the shoe covers in the cabinet and handed them to the two, and she took off her shoes and walked into the study.

Black gas was spreading out of the study, turning into black hands, as if they were about to grasp something.

He Changming didn't move, sat on the sofa, Wang Heng on the side smashed him, and asked curiously: "How is it, I don't feel well, does Xiao Ming have something?" ”

He Changming was entangled in whether to tell Wang Heng that those black silks were already wrapped around his shoulders, and at this time, Mrs. Chen came out with a box.

"This is the book, which I got back from the museum along with the box outside, and my husband usually reads it alone, and he doesn't let anyone except him move, including me."

Said it was a box, it looked like a coffin, and the texture it felt like wood was not like wood, it was cool and smooth to start, and it was not like jade if it was said to be jade, He Changming didn't have much research on antiques, and he couldn't guess what material this box was.

The box was painted black as a whole, and the box was also engraved with lines, which were filled with cinnabar.

These lines are out of order, but like ghost drawings, He Changming can't figure out what is engraved on this box.

Mrs. Chen's box was opened carefully, and she saw that there was also a layer of vacuum bag inside, and in the vacuum bag, a scroll appeared in front of He Changming's eyes.

The inside of the box is blood-red, engraved with black lines, and it looks like it is going to form some pattern.

And those grievances are trapped around the box and cannot spread, but where the grievances come from, there is no source to be found.

Could it be that the real grievance is not the scroll but this box?

He Changming didn't dare to jump to conclusions, so he opened the vacuum bag to see what was depicted on the scroll and whether there would be an explanation for these mysteries.

After removing the vacuum bag, the first feeling when I got this scroll was silky!

This scroll is like fine silk, but it is smoother and softer than silk, like ...... The skin of a young girl!

He Changming took the bearing on one side, asked Wang Heng to hold the bearing on the other side, and spread out the whole scroll.

At the beginning, there is a large paragraph of ghost-drawn text, which is similar to the rune engraved on the box.

At the end of a large paragraph, there is a story composed of small paintings.

These paintings are very exquisite, but they are not quite in line with the current aesthetics, looking at the portrait is about the life of an ancient woman, or the life of an unknown tribe.

The first painting depicts a gorgeously dressed maiden on an altar that looks like she is praying to heaven.

The second is of the girl standing on the top of a high mountain, with a towering mountain and a cloud of black gas behind her!

That's right, it's a black gas, at the beginning, He Changming thought that he was wrong, it was the traces of ancient paintings under the erosion of the years, but there are still outlines in this black gas, and the things in this black gas seem to be deliberately covered by the person who painted, so it can't be because the picture scroll is blurred due to the long time.

He Changming continued to look at it, and as the contents of the picture scrolls appeared in front of He Changming's eyes, the general story had been formed in He Changming's heart.

There are thirteen paintings in the whole scroll, which tells the story of an ancient tribe who possessed an unknown thing, which was very powerful and only obeyed the goddess of the tribe.

One day, the existence of this thing is known to a large tribe outside the tribe, and it is about to be taken away from the tribe.

So the entire tribe was wiped out by the big tribe, and even the goddesses of the tribe were brutally killed.

In the end, this thing was successfully obtained by the big tribe, and the children of the small tribe sacrificed their lives to make this thing even more powerful.

At the end of the painting, the body of the goddess of the small tribe is cut into several pieces, and the children of their tribe are thrown into the blood pit one by one, and the thing is lying in the blood pit, as if it is sucking.

Strangely, the face of the goddess was not painful, not sad, not hatred, but ...... Smile?

He Changming stared at the face of the goddess carefully, and could be sure that this was not a later change, but indeed the original work was the killed goddess smiling.

The whole clan was wiped out, and she died tragically, how could this goddess still laugh?

Originally, this kind of ancient portrait was relatively abstract, and the smile of the goddess was even more strange under such a strange painting style.

Could it be that these grievances have such a long history? Can it be traced back to the Wuhu Rebellion?

Just when He Changming was deep in thought, Wang Heng suddenly screamed "ah" and threw out the bearing on his hand.

"Wang, what's wrong?"

Wang Heng's eyes widened, and he was so frightened that he was trembling even when he spoke: "Little ...... Xiao Ming, the child in the painting seems to have moved......"

The portrait moved?

He Changming had a trace of vigilance in his heart and picked up the bearing on the other side.

I saw that on the last painting of the massacre, all the children who were still in pain turned into smiles, or smirks, which would be more appropriate.

"I didn't lie to you, these children suddenly blinked and smiled at me, and my scalp was numb from laughing, so I threw away the scroll."

Wang Heng stood behind He Changming, showing half of his head in shock, pointing to the child on the picture scroll and said.

"How is that possible? How could the contents of the scroll be moved? ”

Mrs. Chen looked incredulous, walked over, took the bearing from He Changming's hand, and looked at the picture scroll herself......