I searched in my room for a long time, but I couldn't find anything more. It made me a little impatient, the feeling in my dream was too real, and I didn't want to be abused once. The most important thing is that this person looks the same as me when I touch it, which makes me feel like I am hitting myself and playing self-harm.

"Don't be impatient, little kid, let's see if it's there before?"

At this time, the master did not laugh at me, but pointed to a portrait hanging on the wall, a very old figure painting, the paper was yellowed and worn, and the people on it could no longer see clearly. The only thing that can be identified is that this person is sitting on the bed with a lamp and fighting at night, and in the lower right corner of the painting, there are lines of inscriptions.

Because the damage is quite serious, there are many words missing on it, only one of them can be vaguely recognized: everything is inferior, only reading is high!

I looked at it carefully, and thought about it again, and it was really this one. It's just that why didn't you see it just now?

I scratched my head: "Master, why didn't I see it?" ”

"It's normal for people to ignore some of the things they see when they look at things, especially when they're impatient." The master ran out of me, rolled his eyes at me, and said.

Then she ignored me, but stared at the picture carefully.

I was confused for a while, and I also followed the master and stared intently. After a while, my eyes were sour, but I didn't see anything wrong with the painting.

Hey!

Suddenly, I saw the person in the painting move, but when I looked at it again, I realized that the painting was still the same painting.

I rubbed my eyes and stared at it again.

Yes!

After a while, I finally noticed that the picture inside the painting had changed, and I was so frightened that I screamed. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief, and looked over again, the picture inside had not changed, it was still changing.

Gradually, I found that the characters inside were clear, and the bed and candlestick inside were also clear, which looked very realistic. It was as if I was standing in it by myself, and it felt so clear that it made me wonder.

But my curiosity was also aroused, and I quietly watched the changes in the picture inside. I really want to see who the person inside is?

Yes!

However, when I really saw the people inside, I was really startled, and my hands and feet shivered coldly. Because that person was actually me, and at this time, he changed from reading a book at the desk to looking up slightly, looking at me and smiling. It was as if they were greeting me.

Seeing the people in the picture, the slight evoking smile, I felt a cool breath from the soles of my feet rise above my head, and I couldn't help but shiver and tremble. An inexplicable fear rose in my heart, a fear from the heart.

"You see?" However, at this moment, suddenly a hand was placed on my shoulder, and it almost scared me to pee. Then came the master's solemn voice, which made me feel a little better, and nodded.

"Master, is it me who is in there?" I couldn't help but ask with a little trepidation.

The master shook his head: "Isn't it?" ”

I was stunned, just as I was about to ask again. The master nodded again and said, "It's you too!" Because everyone looks at the people inside, they are their own appearance. So inside it's you and it's not you! ”

The master's speech made my fear disappear all of a sudden, and I was full of curiosity, and I couldn't help but say, "How can this be?" Is this painting a mirror? How is it possible for everyone to see that they are themselves? ”

"No, it's not a mirror, it's an evil spirit living inside. This evil spirit is invisible and changes according to the change of the person's image! The master shook his head, but said with a solemn face: "In broad daylight, this evil spirit can make people fall asleep, it is really not simple, you can ask your parents in a while, where did this painting come from?" ”

I nodded, and the master suddenly got into my body, controlled my body, and drew a charm in the air and pasted it on the painting. Then he locked it inside me: "Little brat, I have sealed this picture with a charm. I always felt that this painting was not simple, you should be careful yourself, don't be dragged in. ”

I nodded, and walked out of the room into the living room. My parents were sitting in the living room watching TV, and when they saw me coming downstairs, they beckoned me to watch TV.

I was looking for my parents to have something to do, so I walked over and chatted with them. began to slowly set out the origin of that ancient painting.

My parents didn't realize it, but happily told me that this painting was picked up from the back mountain. It is said that the tomb robbers were left in a bush when they were on the run.

When my father went to work in the back mountains, he found it and brought it back. As for the reason, neither of them could see what was in the painting, but they just felt that the painting seemed to be very old, and the most important point was because of the above sentence that everything is inferior, only the reading is high.

Both of them thought it was meaningful, so they hung it in my bedroom.

Getting such an answer, especially the latter sentence, I was also drunk. Although I can understand their eagerness to hope for a son to become a Chan, I don't have to pick up everything randomly, right? Isn't this a ghost trick?

Then I asked my dad for the address where he picked up the paintings, but I inadvertently seemed a little more urgent, so that my dad noticed it and quickly asked me what was going on. I dared to tell them that there were evil spirits living in that painting, and that I must not scare them out.

So I made an excuse that the painting looked old and valuable, so I asked. Mom and Dad also nodded yes. And let me keep it well. Suddenly I knelt down, I don't want this thing to give me, and I still have a fart! Don't want to die fast enough?

Because of the previous excuse, I could only nod with a wry smile helplessly, I really lifted a stone to shoot myself in the foot!

After chatting for a while, I made an excuse to take my professional gear and walk out of the house. Yesterday I promised the family in the village to go to their house to have a look, and now I will fulfill my promise, after all, people can't be untrustworthy.

"Little boy, it seems that there are many secrets hidden in the back mountains of this village! In the future, when your Taoism is not high, you should not provoke the things inside, so as not to provoke the big guys, and even I will not be able to protect you. "Walking on the village road, the master suddenly said in my body.

I nodded hurriedly, and even the master said that he was afraid that he would not be able to protect me, how could I dare to provoke me, and if I didn't come to me, I would already be Amitabha.

However, I am a lowly offender, so I have to ask the master, she is unfathomable, why can't she protect herself? As a result, the master said that it was because my strength was too low, and my physical strength was not enough, so I couldn't withstand her soul, let alone how much strength I could exert.

It makes me want to slap myself, isn't this uncomfortable?

In a short time, I had come to the village to look for a family to see.

The family's surname is Li, and according to the seniority in the village, the Li family should call me Dad. But because of my age, they never officially called me, and only called me little dad when they were joking with the villagers. It's just that every time I say it, they are fine, and I can't raise my head in shame.

I rang the doorbell and heard a shout coming from inside. After a while, a middle-aged woman opened the door, glanced at me, and teased inside: "God bless little dad is here, prepare tea quickly." ”

However, before I could be shy, I was taken aback by the middle-aged woman.