The yin qi that permeated the surroundings reduced my visual distance to less than five meters, and the temperature around me was unbearable, although I was wearing a leather jacket, I would still be shivering from the cold, and the chill seemed to penetrate my clothes directly and act on my body.

Haven't arrived yet? I'm freezing to death! I couldn't help but ask.

Right now! Tong Zhuang replied to me, and deliberately quickened his pace, and this time I could finally hear the sound of him walking.

He almost trotted forward, and I followed. As he ran, the yin qi around him began to fade gradually, and the temperature of the air seemed to rise, but the light became darker and darker, and it revealed a dark red, just like in the spiritual path.

Finally, Tong Zhuang couldn't stand still, and I immediately asked: Where was the Yin and Yang Realm just now?

I don't know what the yin and yang realm you are talking about, but here I can sue you what I am. Tong Zhuang turned around as he spoke, and when he turned his face to me, I found that there was already another person standing in front of me, a man I had never seen before.

Compared to Tong Zhuang, this man is much weaker, and he is much shorter, and for some reason, I haven't noticed the changes in him just now.

Who are you? I couldn't help but ask.

I don't know who I am, I know I've been in this place all along, stuck here all the time. Then I found out in the woods outside, where I heard a woman's voice, and I followed that voice all the way outside, and then I realized that I had become a different person. Tong Zhuang replied.

What about the name Tong Zhuang? Did you do it yourself? I continued to ask.

No! I know my name, and that's the only thing I remember. Tong Zhuang said.

Okay, then let's change the topic to another one. If I don't bother you, what are you going to do in the future? Just stay with her every night? I mean that Lin Fang. I asked.

I don't know, I just have a feeling that I can feel her and that I need her. It's just that she doesn't like the way I look, and I don't want her to see me like this. Tong Zhuang said with a sad face.

I can really understand this, Lin Fang said that she likes big men with more male charm, and a weak man like him now can't make Lin Fang mention sexual fun at all.

You must be wondering why you feel this way about her, right? I asked tentatively.

Tong Zhuang's eyes immediately changed, and this reaction made him look like a living person.

Why don't you let me out, and I'll help you find out the reason for the matter! I mentioned yì.

Why should I believe you? What if you go out and burn the painting? Tong Zhuang asked.

I don't have anything to pledge to you, you can't

Yes! I want you to keep that tiger! Tong Zhuang pointed behind me and said.

Tiger?

I hurriedly looked back, and the white tiger didn't know when it was standing behind me! I didn't brow up, the white tiger actually appeared on its own, and a similar situation happened once recently.

Is it psychic again?

I didn't actually get into the painting?

The white tiger yelled at Tong Zhuang, although it didn't speak human language, I could still understand what it meant, and it agreed to stay here as collateral.

I touched the head of the white tiger, then nodded at Tong Zhuang and said: Just leave it here for the time being, you let me out! Before the words fell, everything in front of me changed instantly, and I returned to the basement, where the landscape painting was placed in front of me, but there was an extra tiger descending from the mountain on the painting.

I quickly opened my eyebrows and tried it, but the white tiger did not appear, but the tiger in the painting seemed to move.

It also convinced me that what had just happened was real, whether it was my out-of-body or what's going on, anyway, the white tiger had entered the painting and was no longer attached to me.

Hey, have you figured it out? To go in or not to go in? Speak!

Suddenly, Xi Lin's voice came from my mobile phone, and I quickly picked up the phone and replied: I have entered the painting.

Got in? Still in the painting?

No, it's already out.

Yes? So how long do you feel like you've been in? Xi Lin asked.

It's probably more than two hours. As I spoke, I also looked at my watch and checked the time displayed on my phone. It was around 8 a.m. when I called Xi Lin, and now it's almost 11 a.m.

I heard you be silent for about four seconds, and time passes faster in the painting than outside. Xi Lin said.

Don't worry about this for now, tell me what's going on with that painted soul corpse, my white tiger is mortgaged in the painting. As I spoke, I returned the scroll to the scroll and ran out of the basement with it.

According to Xi Lin, when people paint, they often pour their souls into the paintings, which is why those famous paintings are often accompanied by all kinds of supernatural rumors. The soul dwells in the painting, so the world in the painting becomes another world opposite to the yang world, and passing through the painting scroll is passing through another yin and yang world.

Under normal circumstances, the soul in the painting will not come out, but in some special cases, the soul in the painting will also come out of the painting and attach itself to the soulless spirit, which is the so-called resurrection of the soul by the corpse, and the dead corpse resurrected by the soul in the painting is the soul corpse of the painting.

Xi Lin also told me that there are several reasons why the soul in the painting will come out, and one of the most common reasons is the past life, which is simply the soul of the painter in the painting and the person he misses the most in his life.

I think Tong Zhuang's situation should be this past life, which can be judged from the fact that he can hear Lin Fang's voice and his attitude towards Lin Fang.

Speaking of past lives, I heard two years ago that some people do flashback to past lives.

Later, it was revealed that that the kind of backtracking was actually a hypnotic deception, and after the backtracking person was hypnotized, the illusion of the subconscious appeared extremely realistically, creating the illusion of going back to the previous life. However, some people have said that there are people who really understand the retrospection of the past life, but it is very dangerous, and the caster will not do it lightly.

I casually asked Xi Lin if he would do a retrospective of his past life, but I didn't expect Xi Lin to really understand.

He told me that going back to a past life can be regarded as a kind of spiritism, and the caster needs to use his own soul as a bridge, and take the soul of the person who goes back to the previous life, and bring the person back for a certain period of time. This process is very dangerous, and if something goes wrong in the middle, both people's souls may be lost, as if they are trapped on the edge of the subconscious.

To be honest, I'm a little scared, if I can, I would prefer that he can come over and take Lin Fang to play a regression of his past life. But people, can't be too unkind, so in the end I still decided that I would be the third person, once the process went smoothly, I would have another craft, and there would be another channel for money in the future.

At noon, I met Lin Fang, told Lin Fang in detail about my findings, and showed her the paintings I had brought back.

Lin Fang immediately called her ex-husband and asked about the origin of the ink painting. Lin Fang's ex-husband replied that he was in a bad mood because of the divorce, so he spent money to buy it at the auction for recreation, and he didn't know what was famous in it.

Lin Fang told me that she didn't want to investigate the origin of the painting, and if the method of backtracking from her previous life could solve the problem, then she agreed to let me take her backtracking.

So, Lin Fang and I went back to her villa that afternoon, and then locked the front and back doors to prevent anyone from suddenly coming in and disturbing them, and then I followed the process that Xi Lin had explained in detail ten times, and began to take Lin Fang back to the scene.

The ritual of backtracking is not complicated, several candles form a large circle, and then Lin Fang sits in the middle of the candle holding the painting, and I grab her hand and use hypnosis to completely relax Lin Fang. When Lin Fang was completely hypnotized, I used the method of soul dementoring to lure her soul away from her body, and finally followed the mantra given to me by Xi Lin, with the handprint to guide the backtrack.

When I was halfway through the mantra, the candles around Lin Fang began to go out one by one, and when the last candle dimmed, my vision also blurred. I closed my eyes, and all sorts of complicated images flashed before my eyes like a marquee.

Suddenly, all the flickering images stopped, and I felt a light shining on my eyelids.

I thought that when I opened my eyes, I would see an ancient place, but it wasn't, and I was standing in a residential community. The sun hung high overhead, shining directly on the ground in the middle of the community, and a long-lost sultry heat made me realize that this was not winter, but summer.

There was a dead silence in the neighborhood, no one was walking around, and I turned my head to look at the street beyond the exit of the neighborhood, and there seemed to be no traffic on the street.

You're finally here.

Suddenly, a man's voice came from within the community, his voice was soft and familiar, it was Death Assistant!

I followed the voice to find him, but I couldn't see half of him.

How did you end up here? I yelled into the building.

The death assistant didn't answer my question, and after a while, footsteps could be heard from the entrance to the community. I hurriedly followed the sound and looked over, and it was a familiar face coming from that side! It turned out to be Song Ran, the female model who was dumped by a man and committed suicide, and was pregnant with a bloody corpse!

Her eyes were staring straight at me, and as she approached me, her body began to crumble, her hair began to fall out, and the flesh on her face fell off layer by layer as if it had been burned by fire.

You killed my child, you killed my child!

She suddenly shouted and lunged at me. I wanted to dodge, but my legs couldn't move away, I looked down and saw that a person was lying on the ground and grabbed my ankle, and that person was Xie Ru! To be more precise, it was Dongdong, the doppelganger of Xie Ru who I cut off!

Give me my life! Give me back my life!! Dongdong rolled his eyes and muttered.