As Mr. Zhang finished pinching the trick, he shouted "up" in his mouth, and the rune paper pasted all over the house was dazzling in an instant, like a golden torch burning. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The golden light everywhere is connected silently, forming a golden net in the staggering, which shrinks rapidly, passes through the wall, and shrouds towards the living room.

The living room drove away the darkness at this moment, and immediately the light shone, and before Miao Caijun and his wife could marvel at this incredible method, they were shocked by the ghosts that appeared in front of them.

There are countless monsters around, they are covered with hair, their size is only up to the waist of an adult, they look like children, but they have a strange appearance, some only have a pair of eyes, some only have a nose, and even the whole body is blurred, and even has no facial features.

They seemed to be afraid and wanted to flee in all directions, but the four walls were pasted with golden rune paper, and in the golden net descended, in their terrible screams, a group of demons danced wildly.

As if unable to bear the pain, they frantically tore their bodies, stripped off their burning fur, and not only that, they tore each other in a blur of flesh and blood and devoured each other with all their might, this tragic scene was terrifying, but a few breaths, they fused together and became one.

It was a bloodied monster with six arms and four legs, and a huge head around its neck, and it lay on the ground, its colossal size taking up half of the living room, and the sound of a baby crying as the mouth opened and closed.

When Mr. Zhang arrived, the monster had already begun to scratch the golden net on his head, and the golden net made a noise as if it had been corroded as soon as it came into contact with the monster.

"Oops!" Mr. Zhang's face changed, and he immediately bit his finger, drew a talisman out of thin air with blood, and with a wave of his palm, the blood talisman was imprinted on the monster's head in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the monster crying out and having a moment of spasm, he didn't dare to delay, and immediately rushed forward, swimming around the monster, concocted like this, and one after another mysterious blood runes were printed on the monster's body.

After a few breaths, Mr. Zhang collapsed, his steps were vain, and his face became pale.

Fortunately, the blood talisman had already worked, and in the thunderous explosion, the monster let out a terrible cry, and the behemoth gradually fell apart, and with the final contraction of the golden net, it suddenly burst open.

This scene was shocking, even Miao Caijun and his wife were dumbfounded, their legs were trembling, and they couldn't walk, but their son, the boy who was only two or three years old, seemed to see the fun, and he couldn't stop giggling.

At this moment, as if in response to his laughter, a black mist suddenly burst out of the burst filth, penetrated the golden net, turned into a big furry hand, grabbed at the couple, and came close in an instant.

The big hand seemed to be the essence of filth, and the golden light of the rune paper on the boy's chest could only burn the layer of fur, but could not destroy it in a short time.

Mr. Zhang's face immediately changed greatly, but he was already out of strength, and he could only watch the big hand take his life.

Miao Caijun and his wife screamed again and again, they only felt that death was so close to them, and this extremely rising panic instantly infected the son in their arms.

The boy was frightened for a moment, and his laughter turned to crying.

And as the cry sounded, the big hand that broke through the golden light violently turned into a puddle of liquid and fell to the ground like ice and snow melting.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Zhang was shocked and looked at the boy fixedly.

The boy cried uncontrollably, and he could already say some simple words, and called out "Mommy".

Miao Caijun hurriedly stuffed the child into his wife's arms, but unexpectedly, the boy who was already lying in his mother's arms still did not give up, making trouble and shouting indiscriminately, calling "Mom" again and again, crying out of breath and very sad.

Just when the couple was a little at a loss, Mr. Zhang stepped forward and touched the boy's little head, which made him quiet a little.

"This child is very unusual, and his cry can also scare away evil spirits." Mr. Zhang sighed, but he was shocked in his heart, and he always felt that there was some indescribable connection between this boy and the ghost.

Miao Caijun and his wife glanced at each other, and then looked at the child, there seemed to be more happiness in their eyes, and his wife Tao Bing kissed the child's small brain and hugged him tighter.

Mr. Zhang turned around silently, looking at the oil paint all over the ground, his brows furrowed.

"It's ......, where is the body, and how powerful is it, just this kind of thing can force me so embarrassed."

Mr. Zhang, who was originally full of confidence, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at this moment.

"Sir, is my house safe?" Miao Caijun asked cautiously.

"Not yet." Mr. Zhang sighed, after all, he didn't even know what the body of the ghost was.

"Don't worry, since I have taken this business, I will naturally stay for a while to keep you safe." Seeing that the couple was nervous again, Mr. Zhang made a promise, in fact, he wanted to leave the center of the whirlpool immediately, but after thinking about it, he couldn't see death without help, so he could only grit his teeth and harden it.

……

At the moment, it is still the same studio.

"Haha, this is the most perfect, this is an unprecedented masterpiece......"

The white-haired old man looked like a madman, with a strange smile on his face, and the paintbrush in his hand did not stop for a moment.

In front of him, he called the most perfect work, and it was almost finished.

Now it is not difficult to see that the scenes and people depicted in the painting are no different from the studio.

That's right, the painting is also an old man painting, the only difference is the color tone, and the world in the painting is as if it is infected with blood.

At this moment, the old man seemed to be overworked, his face became more and more pale, and he coughed up blood from time to time, and he could not hold on.

"Right now...... Soon......"

When he put down the last stroke with a hideous face, and the painting was finally completed, he looked at it obsessively, laughed proudly, and soon the laughter stopped abruptly, and his dry body stiffened, and slowly fell to the ground.

At the same time, something extremely strange happened, and the old man in the painting who was no different from him moved.

It's like reincarnation, the same madness, the same crazy painting, and the scarlet eyes, the infatuation in the eyes, seems to have turned into substance.

It's just that every drop of blood and tears that flowed down, his body stiffened for a moment, and the paintbrush in his hand tightened a point.

His hands were so fast, and his vivid works were soon hung on the four walls of the studio one after another.

Those paintings, compared to the previous works, are even more eerie and eerie......

At this time, Zhong Ning was already standing in front of the door of Miao Caijun's house, he was not in a hurry to enter, but looked at the sky in the distance, and couldn't help frowning after a long time.

"The infatuation has reached the extreme, and I don't know if there is room for your heart......"