The red-clothed lama took out a prayer wheel and stuffed it into my hand, then pulled out a prayer flag. The fastest update, the best Ran Wen 123 reading network He wrapped the prayer flag around Tie Shanshan and said, I count one, two, three, and everyone will step back together. Don't look backwards.

I shook the prayer wheel in my hand, but I felt what was behind me. It's a strange feeling, like someone looking at you with malice, and the uncomfortable feeling wants you to slap him.

But I didn't dare look back! I didn't even know what was looking at me behind my back, Tie Shanshan just glanced at her eyes and burst into tears, who would dare to look at it?

The red-clothed lama shouted, and we took a step back, only three steps back, and then stepped out of the van. The red-clothed lama's face was solemn, and he pulled out another prayer flag and said to me, blindfolded.

I hesitated for a moment, and said, Master, what the hell is that? I'm so bottomless.

I felt cold sweat on the forehead of the red-clothed lama, and my heart was a little weak. If you don't figure this out, the ghost knows if her eyes will be as bad as Tie Shanshan.

The cardinal lama said, I can't say for sure, it seems to be a painting, and it seems to be a photograph. Very evil stuff. It was because of this that the Special Cases Division was forced to leave.

It's just weird, why don't they put up warning signs?

Suddenly, his face changed, and he said, good fellow! I understand! Don't move, everybody. I know what it is! Stand still, everybody!

He took out four small bronze lamps from his bag, picked them out, and the oil gradually came out. After the small lamp is lit, it emits a faint purple light, this light is very weird, and it is estimated that the lamp oil is specially made.

Small lamps are placed on the ground to dispel the darkness around them. This kind of light is very soft, much like the Buddha lamp that Zhang Wuren and I used before.

As soon as the light came out, the feeling of being watched disappeared, and I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Is that thing gone?"

The red-clothed lama said, retreat for the time being, okay, you can turn around.

I turned around and saw that there was nothing in the yard in the dark. A good secretary must share it, go and share it 123 The light of the small bronze lamp dispelled the darkness and revealed all kinds of messy debris.

Except for Tie Shanshan's eyes were still bleeding and tears, it seemed that nothing had happened.

I said to Tie Shanshan, are your eyes okay? Will it be blind?

Tie Shanshan shook her head, can't be blind, great monk, what the hell is that?

The red-clothed lama took out a swarthy iron rod, which was a bit similar to Zhang Wuren's tantric iron rod, but the Buddhist lines on it were much rougher. He said it was a painting. Stand here and don't move.

He quickly got into the place where the small bronze lamp could not shine, and after a while, he walked back with a painting.

The painting was framed in a wooden frame like a posthumous portrait. The picture shows the head of a man. The light was dim, and I couldn't see the face clearly. The only feeling was that his eyes were blood-red, and they seemed to reflect the light under the light of the small bronze lamp.

I was a little afraid to look at it, Tie Shanshan just saw this thing just now and had blood and tears in her eyes, and it is estimated that she will have to raise it for several days under the erosion of evil energy. This is also because she is the daughter of the Tie family, if she is replaced by an ordinary person, the evil qi will invade the brain along her eyes, and her life will be explained here.

The red-clothed lama sighed and said, I don't know who is so vicious that he actually uses the painting of the dead soul to harm people. No wonder the Special Cases Division had to move out in a hurry.

He explained, and I realized what it was. To put it bluntly, this thing is a human remains.

By mixing ink with the blood of a deceased person, framing a canvas with human skin, and adding special drugs and incantations, the soul of this person can be sealed in human skin and painted with ink.

Such a posthumous image is called a painting of dead souls.

The Painting of Dead Souls is somewhat similar to the Soul Sealing Pen and Cheng Luo Cloth used to draw corpse workers, but the methods are much rougher. However, there is also the advantage of being rough in the means, and this thing is not like painting with your own soul like a corpse worker. In other words, as long as there are enough dead people, this thing can actually be mass-produced.

The painting of dead souls has a characteristic, it is an honest portrait during the day, even if it is held in the sun, it does not see anything strange, but at night, the ghost in the painting will sneak in the dark, as long as the person who sees this painting, all will be invaded by evil qi through the eyes, and those who see it have a share, and no one is spared.

It was in this situation that Tie Shanshan fell into the Tao, and she almost blinded her eyes by accident.

The small bronze lamp of the red-clothed lama is a good thing, and wherever the light goes, the yin energy dissipates and the yang energy is vigorous, which is no different from the daytime. If the painting of the dead soul is illuminated by the light, it will become a painting, and it can no longer harm anyone.

I said, what should this thing do?

The red-clothed lama looked at me and said, "Human skin is painting, human blood is ink, and the function of this thing is actually to trap the soul and breed resentment." As long as the portrait is burned, the yin spirit inside can be freed.

As he spoke, he took out a lighter and prepared to light it, but when I saw the painting, my eyelids jumped and I hurriedly said, "Wait!" How is he?

This painting shows a hideous young man, although it is a black and white portrait, only a touch of blood red on his eyes, but the person who painted the painting is skillful, and he still retains a little bit of his expression. The main thing is that I know this person and have met it more than once!

The Yang family of Hongao Group, the sassy man who spoke sharply.

When I first met him, he was still the son of Hongao Group, and he rushed with us to find Liu, the corpse painter. Later, a group of Fujianese came to Shijiazhuang to harm us, but they didn't want to be killed by the twin corpses of the Dead Sect.

When I saw him for the second time, he inexplicably followed Master Dehong of Tsinghua Temple, and his face was full of flattery. At that time, we made a big fuss in the Gudao Temple, and I don't know how many head lowering masters and sorcerers died. Later, after we fled with Colonel Diming, we never saw him again.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, he was made into a painting of dead souls.

I said, Master, don't you be busy burning it first. Is there a way to suppress his painting for a while? This thing is estimated to be useful in the future.

The red-clothed lama looked at me and said, "What are you doing with the things that hurt people?"

I hurriedly said with a hippie smile, I won't tell you, I know the person who was painted as a painting of dead souls, his family is very rich, and he is also very powerful in Fujian. The main thing is that this guy is estimated to be the only heir to a rich family. It will definitely be useful to keep it.

The red-clothed lama looked at me with blazing eyes, and my face was a little red when he saw it. After a long while, he nodded and said, I can use lamp oil to suppress it temporarily, if you can find purple cinnabar in the future, and smear its eyes with purple cinnabar ink, you can suppress it permanently.

I was overjoyed, you must know that Zhang Wuren got a box of purple cinnabar from the Gudao Temple before, this thing is not easy for others to find, but we have it. So I hurriedly asked the red-clothed lama to seal his eyes with lamp oil, then removed the picture frame, rolled it up and put it in his bag.

Tie Shanshan snorted beside her, probably expressing her dissatisfaction with her path. I said okay, let's go rest first, and then look for the coffin when your eyes are healed.

Tie Shanshan said that there was no time to rest. This is Shijiazhuang, your territory, you can contact now to inquire about the whereabouts of the coffin.

I said, it's only three o'clock in the morning, who do you want me to find?

Halfway through speaking, I saw Tie Shanshan clenching her fists. I remembered her violence and hurriedly said, OK, OK, I'll contact. Call me.

Tie Shanshan threw the phone to me, and I was going to contact Meng Heizi first. This guy is the real head snake in Shijiazhuang, and things big and small things happen here can't escape his eyes.

Before I could dial the number, Tie Shanshan's phone vibrated violently, so scared that I almost threw my phone away. But when I saw the number on the caller ID, I quickly picked up the phone excitedly and said, Lao Zhang!

There was a stab on the other end of the phone, followed by a gunshot. My heart immediately pinched, what the hell is Zhang Wuren doing?

I shouted again, and a vague voice came from the other end of the phone, as if someone was running and said in surprise, it's through! It's done!

This voice is Zhang Wuren's, I heard that he was okay, don't mention how happy, but the next sentence immediately shocked me, he said, Lao He! Listen, I need your help, otherwise one of the dozen or so of us will be counted as one, and none of us will survive!

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