Seeing the picture when the man left, I don't know why, Ning Hao always felt as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, judging from the paper, it was at least a thousand years old.

He was about to turn it on when the voices of the three elves rang in the ears of the rats again.

"Hehe, stinky rat!"

"Hehe, pervert!"

"Hehehehe, I can't even catch people, I'm really stupid!"

Ning Hao turned his head to look over, because of the strange disappearance of those maids, the red thread on these goblins actually lost their effect, and they didn't know when they had gotten rid of their shackles and flew again.

"Stinky rat, compensate us for our immortal jade!"

"The 'gift' that has been waiting for so long is gone, you pay us one!"

"Compensate us! compensate us!"

"I also said that you are aura goblins, I think you are flies into spirits!" The red light with the power of fear escaped from Ning Hao's eyes again, and the three goblins ate the loss of this red mang, and hurriedly raised their little hands to cover their eyes, and flew away without looking back.

Seeing the goblin fleeing in a hurry, the mouse couldn't help but his tail proudly.

"What about your natural demon spirit, it's not like you're going to be scared away by a look from Master Hao!"

And Ning Hao suddenly thought that these goblins seemed to have said something about "fairy jade" just now, but how did they know about this? What is the so-called "gift"?

The rat suddenly regretted scaring them away.

Ning Hao pondered this matter while opening the ancient painting. As he slowly unfolded the scroll, an old scent of paper came to his face, and this seemed to be the smell of the woman before.

"I don't know the spring, summer and autumn and winter. ”

A poem is written at the top of the painting, and it looks like the ink has dried up, and I don't know how many years have passed.

The painting depicts a woman's boudoir, with a couch on the far right, and a table for the woman's dressing in front of the window on the left, with a bronze mirror on the table, and a cabinet more than one person high on the left side of the mirror.

On the left side of the cabinet, in the lower left corner of the painting, four maids in palace clothes are kneeling on the ground, as if they were arguing with each other, looking like they were in full swing.

Ning Hao was about to touch it with his hand, but one of the maids in the painting suddenly turned her head and stared straight at the mouse outside the painting.

The maid seemed to be a little surprised at first, she hurriedly bowed and said something to Ning Hao, but Ning Hao could only see the maid in the painting constantly moving, but he couldn't hear any of her voices.

The maid seemed to be aware of the problem, and saw her go to the bronze mirror, take out a pair of scissors, and slash her arm.

A puddle of red blood flowed from the woman's arm, and in the blink of an eye, the entire painting was stained red with the blood.

A red light suddenly burst out from the painting, and it circled in the air a few times, and finally landed on the grass in front of Ning Hao.

Four stunning-eyed maids appeared in reality again, these four people, with very different styles and different aesthetics, Ning Hao looked at it for a long time before he gradually took his soul back.

I saw these four people bow down in front of Ning Hao together, and said together: "Real people save me, real people save me!"

The rat couldn't help but ask, "Are you humans or ghosts?"

One of the maids said with a sad face: "We are neither human nor ghost, but just a few spiritual servants, taking care of our master's daily life and providing people with pleasure!"

"What is a servant?"

"Why don't the real people even know this? We are the spiritual servants, who are specially made to serve the daily life of the immortals, and most of the ordinary domestic servants will die of old age if they do not live for a hundred years, and as long as the instruments possessed by the spiritual servants are not damaged, they can live forever. ”

"Oh, then did you become spiritual servants of your own free will?"

All the maids paused for a moment, only to see the maid who had cut her arm in the painting before standing up and said excitedly: "Who would willingly give their freedom to others!"

Speaking of this, the maid suddenly trembled, as if she thought of something unbearable to look back on, only to see her close her eyes to calm her emotions, and said: "For more than a thousand years, we have been controlled by the Ning family, and we have lived until now, people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, it is better to disappear than to be happy!"

"Ning family?" Ning Hao heard this familiar family again.

"That's right, it is the Ning family, who is known as the uncrowned royal family, and the person just now is the leader of the Ning family's generation of young people, Ning Youlong. ”

"Ning Youlong, is that perverted fat man who ran away as soon as he saw me?"

"Exactly!"

"He's from the Ning family, what are you doing here?

"Recently, there have been big changes in the Ning family, and it seems that some big man has returned. The whole family is now surging in the dark tide, and many children of the family have joined different immortal sects one after another, and we don't know why. ”

Ning Hao nodded thoughtfully, the big man in the maid's mouth should be the "demon master".

"Real person, I hope you can save us now!"

"Eh, don't kneel down to me, how do you want me to help you?" Ning Hao lifted these maids up from in front of him, he was already selfish, and what these maids said to him just now already made him believe most of them.

"I hope the real person can destroy this painting!" said the women, staring at Ning Hao with burning eyes.

"Destroy this painting, what about you?"

"Naturally, we're gone!"

"Then why ......"

"The real person doesn't know, as long as Ning Youlong settles down, even if it is thousands of miles away, just recite the spell, we all have to fly over involuntarily! At that time, what awaits us is still the torture of days and nights, this opportunity, we have waited for I don't know how many years, and please take pity on us, let us be free!"

"There's no other way?"

"Yes! If there is an immortal who has cultivated to the perfection of the acupuncture point, reversing yin and yang and reversing vitality, then I can wait for me to be reborn and free from bondage. ”

"The acupuncture is complete?" Ning Hao was a little speechless, how could the kind of leakless immortal who had broken through the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints be so casually encountered.

"So, this is the only way now! Please make a decision as soon as possible, or it will be all in vain when the demon summons us. ”

"Please also have real people take pity on us and destroy the painting, please, let us be free!"

Several other maids knelt down in front of Ning Hao again, and they all kowtowed, until their heads were bloody.