As soon as the scholar waved his hand, the whole scene in the painting became cloudy, as if ink and wash were blending with each other, and like a huge brush waving on the canvas, and soon I could not see anything. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The duration of the gluttonous eye for a minute passed quickly, and when I closed my eyes, under the observation of my naked eye, the painting in front of me was clearly the same as before, and there was no change in the past.

It's just that at this time, Wang Meimei's soul is afraid that she has been sucked into this painting and fallen into the painting.

It is recorded in the "Chronicle of Foreign Objects" that as long as the timing is right and after a certain period of time, even if it is a stream of flowers, stones, plants and trees, it can also possess spirituality, confuse or harm people, and this kind of existence is called "strange".

The monster inside the monster.

Could it be that the painting in front of you, over the years, has actually become a spirit?

It's unlikely.

If that's the case, such a painting, at least hundreds of years or thousands of years old, the hotel is absolutely reluctant to take it out as a decoration pendant and hang it in the guest room.

I stretched out my hand and pressed it on the surface of the painting, and with a slight force, I heard a soft sound of "snort", and the glass frame on the surface had been cracked by me, and a fine line appeared.

With more force, the frame is already shattered, revealing the essence of the painting.

The painting is based on fine silk, and the ink is ink, and when you reach out and touch it, you have a rounded feeling.

I took out the painting and took it to the table to spread it out, and for a while, I was a little helpless.

Now that Wang Meimei's soul has entered the painting, if I take the liberty of destroying the painting, such as burning it, Wang Meili may never wake up.

But if she is allowed to continue like this, she will also fall into the painting and will not wake up at all.

[Best Strategy] did record the method of dealing with foreign body spirits, but now I don't have any tools at hand, so I can't use them at all.

I was in a hurry like an ant on a hot pot, pacing back and forth in the room, "knock knock", there was a knock on the door!

Someone's coming!

My heart moved: this knock on the door came neither early nor late, just when Wang Meili fell into the painting, it seems that as she said, tonight, it is not peaceful.

The power of the gluttonous eye has been used by me for one-third, and I can't use the kind of pale flame that can easily cause damage to the soul body, if it is a demon and a fierce spirit, I am afraid that Wang Meili and I will be more than lucky tonight.

"Knock knock!"

The knock on the door rang again.

It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

I gritted my teeth, walked to the door, and opened the door with my fingers buckled, intending to perform the eagle claw skill at any time.

At the door, a middle-aged man in a straight suit, shiny leather shoes, and smooth hair stood looking at me with a smile on his face.

This middle-aged man has a mustache that is more than five inches long under his chin, which looks like a kind of fairy wind bones, and he carries a long box behind his back, which is a bit nondescript.

As soon as he saw me, the middle-aged man actually stretched out his hand and put it on his chest and made a gesture: "Poor Liusheng, I'm disturbed." ”

I'll go!

Road!

This...... Isn't this what Zhang Xiaofei said, the veteran of the Public Security Department!

I always thought that Lao Dao should be an old guy with white hair and Taoist robes like a Taoist priest, but I didn't expect this guy to be so young!

Seriously, I've always been scared to meet this old man.

After all, the Taoist priest was born to exorcise ghosts and subdue demons to zombies, and if he finds out the secret of my body, it will be a big trouble.

"You...... Hello. I laughed, a little unnaturally.

"You're Jiang Si, go in and talk. Liu Sheng glanced left and right and whispered.

I was relieved to see that he didn't do it immediately, and I felt that he didn't see any difference in me, so I opened the door and let him in.

Lao Dao glanced around, sniffed with his nose, and said something that made me very nervous: "The corpse is very heavy!"

Then, he turned his head and looked at me, "Are you a descendant of the Corpse Raising Sect?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered that I had practiced [Corpse Refining Skill] in this room just now.

Thinking of the record in the secret art of raising corpses, it is said that people who have cultivated the [Corpse Refining Skill] have cold hands and feet and slow heartbeat, which is exactly the same symptom as a living corpse!

Thinking about it like this, I was instantly relieved, relieved, and then shook my head: "I learned a little bit of the kung fu of the Corpse Raising Gate, but I am not the descendant of the Corpse Raising Gate." ”

Lao Dao nodded: "Oh." ”

It seems that my explanation did not make him suspicious.

He didn't continue to ask questions about the corpse qi around him, but his eyes fell on Wang Meimei's body and sighed: "She is destined to have this catastrophe, and I am still a step too late." ”

Hey?

Feelings, the old way is here for Wang Meimei?

Moreover, he had already anticipated Wang Meili's situation tonight?

So, he's also proficient in divination?

I suddenly remembered, just talking about divination, according to Hua Manlou's ability, I am afraid that he is already one of the best people in this industry, since he asked me to find Wang Meili, he will not be unable to count our changes tonight.

Could it be that he had already arrived, and the old Dao would come tonight, and I happened to be cultivating that [Corpse Refining Skill]?

Otherwise, he would have allowed me to stay in Huajiazhai for one more day, and set off early the next morning to find Wang Meili, and if I didn't stay in Cangyuan County for one night, there would be no such thing!

It seems that he had already calculated all this, just bumped into Lao Dao, and then didn't let Lao Dao doubt me.

In this way, even if I see Lao Dao in the future, he will not have any other guesses about me.

I even had a picture in mind of Hua Manlou stroking his beard, smiling and nodding by the fire, praising my wit.

This old man, purely in terms of wisdom, is afraid that the military division of the Dian Kingdom may not be stronger than him!

In this case, he should also be able to calculate what happened later, which reassures me a lot.

Fingers stroking the painting, Liu Sheng sighed again, then untied the long box from behind him, placed it on the table, and reached out to open it.

There are four things inside.

A brush, an inkstone, a copper coin sword, and a black gourd.

"Her soul seems to have entered the painting. I said.

Liu Sheng nodded: "I know." ”

He stretched out his hand and took out the inkstone, and then took out a piece of ink stone from the side of the inkstone, and uncovered the gourd, and the wine in it was immediately fragrant.

This guy is as addicted to alcohol as Hua Manlou.

Pouring some wine into the inkstone, he reached out and pressed the inkstone, and he began to grind the ink.

While grinding the ink, he asked me, "Since you can see that her soul has entered this painting, do you know the origin of this painting?"

Origin?

I shook my head.

Lao Dao smiled slightly, and while grinding the ink, he told me the story about this painting.