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When Ren Tan was taking the oil painting on the wall, he didn't expect a pain in his back, and then a penetrating cold hit his whole body, he never thought that there would be such an end, although he had been very careful to pay attention to the situation behind him just now, how could it be that Curator Huang's movements were so fast that he didn't have time to make any movements, and he was already hit by the other party.

When Ren Tanyu jumped to the side with lightning speed, he still felt as if his back had been torn apart, but when he saw Curator Huang's thin face and hideous fangs, the pain in his back made him press down vividly.

Under the face that no longer had any expressions from humans, Ren Tanyu forcibly held back the fear in his heart, it was obvious that his previous spell had failed.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Ren, are you okay?" At this time, Huang Pengyuan's concerned voice appeared outside, but Ren Tanyu didn't know whether the voice was concerned about himself or his father.

"No, it's nothing, you can rest assured!" At this time, with Ren Tanyu's temper, no matter how big the threat is, he can't say it.

"Wow!" Just as Ren Tanyu was talking, Professor Huang attacked him again, fortunately he had been prepared this time, otherwise he wouldn't know what would happen to Lu Dao.

Since there is no flying knife, and the spell is completely ineffective on him, there is only one way left for Ren Tan at this time, that is, to use the flute sound to force hypnosis, and then find a way If he really can't be optimistic about him, then Ren Tan will be ugly.

Ren Tanyu, who was hiding in the corner, quickly took out his flute that had been used countless times, and for a while, the sound of the flute sounded in this square inch, speaking strangely, in the case that other methods did not take effect, Director Huang, who was struggling after hearing the flute, slowly became paralyzed.

"Can you take it off now, grandma's almost killed Lao Tzu!" After standing on the table and taking down the oil painting, Ren Tanyu couldn't help but curse.

"Huh, weird!" When Ren Tanyu took the painting in his hand and looked at the content of the painting, he suddenly felt that there was a willpower pulling his thinking, as if he wanted to pull his thinking deeper into the painting.

After perceiving the horror of this painting, Ren Tanyu hurriedly took back his consciousness, then closed the painting and stopped looking at it, he didn't want to go in with Curator Huang and not be able to get out.

"If he can't see this painting, I don't know what will happen to him, well, so be it!" After thinking about it for a while, Ren Tanyu hid the painting and then blew a heart-purifying mantra, intending to wake up Professor Huang and see how he reacted after waking up, and hypnotizing him again.

......When the flute fell, Director Huang woke up, and the first thing he saw was the place where the painting hung on the wall, and he went crazy after not getting the information he needed.

"Well, I'd better let you sleep first!" Seeing that the guy was about to go crazy again, Ren Tanyu smiled bitterly and blew a lullaby again. Of course, now he also determined that the problem was in this painting, and if he could make the force on this word disappear, the problem should be solved.

"How is my father?" When Ren Tanyu walked out of Director Huang's room with his tired body, Huang Pengyuan immediately greeted him. It seems that this kid has been waiting outside the door for a few hours, and he is a little filial, thinking of this Ren Tan Yu has to look at him again.

"Well, it's not a big deal, I just made a spell to put your father to sleep temporarily!" Ren Tanyu said unhurriedly.

"Slept?? Couldn't it be old! You gave my father back! Saying that, Huang Pengyuan opened his teeth and claws to fight with Ren Tanyu.

"No, you misunderstood, you really fell asleep, I don't believe you can go in and have a look!" Ren jumped to the side and dodged his oncoming punch.

"What you said is true?" Huang Pengyuan looked at the young man in front of him suspiciously, and stared at the other party flying in front of him quietly, as if he wanted to find a trace of panic from these eyes, but he failed in the end, because there were no ripples in Ren Tanyu's eyes that were as pure as blue water.

"This, yes! But you'll have to go in with me! Huang Pengyuan still didn't believe it, so he had to pull him.

"Okay!" Ren Tanyu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Well, you're telling the truth, but what about the painting on the wall?" After confirming his father's snort, Huang Pengyuan relieved himself, but when he glanced at it and saw that the oil painting on the wall was gone, his vigilance immediately rose.

"Since you've asked about it, I'll tell you. I suspect that the reason why your father is like this is because of this painting, don't you think there is something wrong with this painting? Ren Tanyu looked at him expectantly.

"We also know that the problem lies in this painting, but if my father can't see this painting, he will go crazy, so we don't dare to touch this painting, otherwise this situation will be very difficult to clean up!" As he spoke, Huang Pengyuan's eyes flashed with excitement, and he said in his heart that this person really has some skills, because those people who just let his father sleep before the trick did not think of it.

He clearly remembered that a monk had asked him to find a rope as thick as a bucket and tie him up when his father was not paying attention, and then forcibly took the painting away, but the old father suddenly had natural power and broke the bucket-like rope.

What's even more terrifying is that his father's thin body even seriously injured the great monk who took off the oil painting, and since the news came out, it has also laid the foundation for their current home.

So seeing that this young man could not only take away the portrait but also keep the old father from going crazy, he had some hope in his heart, maybe he could really be cured, so now his attitude is much more enthusiastic than before.

"And where is that painting now?" Huang Pengyuan's voice was obviously much lower than before, and his attitude became respectful.

Damn, this is strength, it seems that strength determines everything, this sentence is applicable when gods and demons, Ren Tanyu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Well, I hid him under the bed, and that's it!" Ren Tanyu walked over to the side of the bed and pulled out the scroll from under the bed.

"Oh, really! Ha Luha, let's go, hero, let's go to the living room and talk! Glancing at his sleeping father, Huang Pengyuan was in a good mood, and his attitude towards Ren Tanyu was also very good.

"And ask Ren Hero to tell me what you think, what is the meaning of this painting?" After sitting down in the living room, Huang Pengyuan immediately made a cup of good Longjing tea for Ren Tanyu, and asked with a smile on his face.

"Don't call me a hero, I don't dare to take this seriously, I'm just a student at best! Don't you have any awareness of this painting? Ren Tanyu took a sip of tea and said lightly.

Although he can't taste what this tea tastes like at his age and experience, his grandfather once taught him how to taste tea when he was a child. Although I didn't study well at that time, I didn't learn for nothing. Look at his products, it's really presentable.

"It's nothing unusual, it's just a famous foreign painting!" Huang Pengyuan didn't expect Ren Tanyu to ask such a question.

"Then do you know where Lu Dao's words come from?" Ren Tanyu's face became a little serious.

"Where did it come from...... By the way, it seems that before the accident, my father had said that he went to a friend's house to look at the painting, and then when he came back, he came back with the painting, and we didn't feel anything at first, but after a long time, we gradually realized that something was wrong, but this time it was too late! Huang Pengyuan muttered about the past, as if he had experienced it himself.

"Well, I think the matter should be on this, your father should have offended someone before, that person learned that your father likes to paint when he did something on this painting, I think it should be that person cursed on this painting, just like smoking marijuana, so that your father gradually lost in it without knowing it, if you wait for another seven days and a half months, it is estimated that your father will really die!" After saying this, Ren Tanyu's expression became more serious, not like a joke at all.

"What you said is true?" Huang Pengyuan, who was still happy, was suddenly wilted by Ren Tanyu's heavy breath like a frosted eggplant.

Originally, he was happy to find a master just now, but he never thought that if he didn't have an accident, his father would only have half a month to live, but he couldn't be happy in his heart. For he was witnessing his father's emaciation day by day, and there was no reason for him not to believe that.