One thought is long, and then the hatred is long, the old Yin Yin, no one can hear the voice, the Yiren come without a trace, and the Yiren go without a trace. - "Onmyoji"

It took a lot of effort to let his sister settle down, Di Zi'an sighed, he had figured out the ins and outs of the matter, so the next step was to prescribe the right medicine.

My sister's side can't sleep anyway, after experiencing the dream invasion incident, Di Zi'an knows that some of the life in the ether realm can eat the spirit of life in the world through the dream silkworm, which is very dangerous, if you can, Di Zi'an wants to enter her sister's dream to see what happened, but he doesn't have the means to do this after all, and this incident doesn't seem to be the life of the ether realm, at least the painting in my sister's mouth must be problematic.

settled down his sister and explained the precautions of the two roommates who couldn't let Lianwei fall asleep no matter what, although they didn't seem to believe it in their expressions, but there were some things that Di Zi'an couldn't explain clearly. Fortunately, Lianwei was afraid of dreaming about those things, so she kept forcing herself not to sleep. But this is not the solution, and I must solve this matter as soon as possible.

Di Zi'an came to the door of the gallery that her sister said alone, it was just after noon, but the fence in front of the gallery was closed, and Di Zi'an rang the doorbell several times in a row, but there was still no movement.

Di Zi'an frowned, Di Zi'an tried to pull the iron lock that locked the fence, and with a bang, the iron lock fell to the ground, what did you do, it turned out that there was no lock.

Dizi'an opened the fence and walked into the yard, where the flower beds on both sides were planted with all kinds of flowers, and there was a feeling of competing for spring. But Di Zi'an stopped for a long time, until he couldn't help but take a closer look,

Really...... Is it all plastic, no, Di Zi'an pinched a jasmine petal, a chill came from between his fingers, and with a slight force, the petal shattered into ice slag and fell to the flower bed. It wasn't an ice sculpture, but the surface of the plant was covered with frost.

They are all dead.

I had to but I couldn't smell the fragrance of jasmine, and I felt that the temperature was much lower than outside. Di Zi'an's five senses are several times sharper than ordinary people's, and the moment he enters the courtyard, he almost immediately perceives some disharmony. Di Zi'an looked at the room inside, walked to the door, a biting chill came out of the crack in the door, Di Zi'an couldn't help but shiver, according to the temperature felt at this time, this room is not more terrifying than the refrigerator freezer.

Di Zi'an twisted the doorknob, there was no response, it was estimated that it was locked from the inside, without much thought, kicked it hard, didn't open it, but faintly heard the sound of ice slag falling on the inside of the door, Di Zi'an walked around the house, looked up on the other side and saw the small balcony on the second floor, and the upright pipe embedded in the wall, Di Zi'an pondered for a while, and climbed up little by little along the pipe.

When he climbed onto the balcony, he accidentally knocked over the two flower pots placed on the edge of the balcony, but the things planted inside had completely turned into ice sculptures, shattering on the ground and steaming white. Di Zi'an stood on the balcony and looked inside, from the inside there are many easels, it is estimated that it is the studio where his sister and classmates go to the tutorial class, the balcony door is the kind of sliding glass door, Di Zi'an grabbed the edge of the glass door and tried to pull it apart, but was stimulated by the biting cold, as if his hands were going to be glued to it, Di Zi'an gritted his teeth and pulled the glass door open, and the moment it was opened, the air flow from the house made Di Zi'an have the illusion of being in a snowstorm.

"That's an exaggeration. Di Zi'an couldn't help but rub his hands, this gallery has completely turned into an ice cave, it is difficult to paint in this place without becoming stiff, Di Zi'an wrapped his trench coat tightly, and walked into the house, the walls around him were stained with frost, but the people outside the house would not notice the changes in the house if they didn't notice the strangeness of the flower garden. Di Zi'an carefully walked through the easels standing around her, carefully identifying,

The picture that Lian Wei will describe is probably a black forest, a wooden house, flying snow and the like, Di Zi'an searched carefully, but found nothing, the canvas on the easel depicts more ordinary sketches, there is no scenery similar to the one described by his sister, Di Zi'an confirmed again, and walked towards the house, soon he felt a little difficult to walk, the gallery owner inside, that is, Lian Wei's teacher's room corridor has been covered with snow, in this kind of house is covered with snow, this is simply unbelievable, at least Di Zi'an has not seen such a significant spiritual object that can affect the real world, that painting must be some kind of high-level spiritual object。

Dizi Anxin didn't have the idea of taking it for his own use, but everything was premised on solving his sister's affairs first. If you really can't think of a way to crack it, you can only destroy it violently, Di Zi'an's eyes became dangerous, and his right hand held the handle of the fruit knife in his pocket, this fruit knife was brought out casually in his sister's apartment, along with its scabbard, if he couldn't suppress the effect of the painting, he could only cut it in two.

Di Zi'an struggled through the snow, came to the door on the inside, twisted the doorknob and slammed it in, four or five times in a row, and finally pushed the door open, and then the snow on the door frame wiped Di Zi'an out...... Di Zi'an shook off the snow above his head, sneezed twice, and looked at the figure sitting at the desk.

Dead is dead, stay in this environment for a few days in summer clothes, if you can still move, it doesn't have much to do with the human species, Di Zi'an looked at the corpse lying on the table that was almost a popsicle, is this my sister's teacher, how long has this been dead...... Not to mention dying before last Sunday......

Not to mention, it's really possible. Di Zi'an looked at the picture scroll on the side of the corpse's face, and for a while Di Zi'an seemed to see the snow whistling in the sky to engulf him, and he was in a trance for a while, broke free from the illusion, exhaled, and fell into snow.

Can't stay here for a long time, Di Zi'an took a few steps back, not daring to touch that picture scroll at all, if it weren't for his own body to complete the promotion, now I'm afraid that I can't hold this cold, as if the cold from the distant ice and snow world is not something that people can touch.

It wasn't until he jumped off the balcony and left the courtyard of the gallery that Di Zi'an felt that his body was slowly warming, the noon sun was shining with the brilliance of the scorching sun, looking back in the direction of the gallery, Di Zi'an's face was heavy, although he didn't dare to touch the scroll, but after all, he saw it, and it was a connection that was established, and he could deal with it through some rituals, hoping it would have an effect.