The room was neatly cleaned and spotless, and in each of the four corners, a brass bell the size of a baby's fist was hung.

The copper bell is threaded with a red rope, crisscrossing the room, and if you don't pay attention to the red rope, it will trigger the copper bell and make a "ding bell" sound.

The painting that Ma Yaming said hung on the wall at the head of Ma Chong's bed, and a low square table was placed on the bed, facing the painting on the wall.

There was an incense burner on the table, three sticks of incense sticks, and the curling green smoke slowly rose until it reached the painting on the wall.

Sun Fatzi and I saw an extremely strange scene, the smoke emitted by the burning incense was actually inhaled by the painting.

To be precise, it was sucked into the nose by the person in the painting, and at the same time, the scroll seemed to vibrate slightly, creating a circle of ripples.

Of course, you can't see the ripples, but you can feel them just by standing under the painting.

Not only me, but also Sun Fatzi and Ma Yaming all feel this way.

All the troubles and unhappiness seem to disappear at this moment, and the whole person is as comfortable and comfortable as a spring breeze.

This painting is very strange, judging from her appearance, it should be a Taoist goddess, but who it is, I can't tell. In the lower left corner of the painting, there is also a strange seal, like a pattern, like a superimposed letter, and it is light gray.

Overlapping words?

I was thrilled, and I remembered that when Mei Ying painted my portrait that day, the seal stamped was also similar to this pattern of overlapping characters.

It's just similar, but there's a big difference between the two.

At that time, Mei Ying said that the portrait would produce spirituality after a long time, could it be that this fairy painting scroll was also spiritualized because it had been released for a long time?

When I was secretly thinking, Sun Fatzi took a photo of the painting with his mobile phone, and then stepped directly on the coffee table, took the painting off the wall, and asked me to test whether there was any yin qi.

When I heard this, I immediately took out the canopy ruler and approached the scroll, but there was no response.

In other words, there is nothing wrong with this painting alone. At least, it has nothing to do with evil spirits.

Sun Fatzi was unwilling, picked up the painting, and took a closer look.

After a few moments, he removed the nail clippers from the keychain and scraped them along the perimeter of the frame. Unexpectedly, the frame suddenly fell apart, and the painting sandwiched inside fell to the ground.

"Damn, what the hell is this?" When Sun Fatzi picked up the painting, he saw a few strange pieces of rune paper pasted on the back of the painting.

These runes are definitely not from Taoism, and the runes on them do not have the kind of Xuangang aura of Daomen, but instead reveal bursts of incomparably evil aura. When I approached the rune paper with the canopy ruler, it immediately became extremely hot, and at the same time there was a golden halo.

What's the situation?

When the canopy ruler approached the front of the painting, there was no reaction at all, but when it approached the rune paper, it was gloomy. It's just a layer of paper, why is the difference so big?

Could it be that the paper of this painting is special? Or is the fairy in the painting able to shield the yin energy?

All kinds of speculations popped up in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that I had no clue and didn't know where to start.

If it weren't for the urgency, I'd have brought Mei Ying over, maybe she'd be able to see the doorway.

"Is there something wrong with this painting?" Ma Yaming saw me and Sun Fatzi staring at the picture scroll for a long time, and they didn't speak, and their faces became more and more ugly, and they were immediately frightened: "What's the problem, the two of you are saying something, but it can make me die in a hurry." ”

Sun Fatzi put the painting back into the wooden frame, smacked his mouth and said, "I don't see anything wrong with the painting for the time being, but there is a big problem with the charm pasted on the back of the painting." Those talismans are Yin Pattern Talismans, which are used to nourish the soul. ”

Yin striae?

Nourish the soul?

Listening to Sun Fatzi muttering like this, it seemed that a spiritual light suddenly flashed through his mind.

Thousands of threads slowly converged into a point, and I was so excited that I wanted to catch it, but it was ethereal.

On the one hand, he used the Yin Pattern Talisman to nourish his soul, and on the other hand, he endured the power of pious faith and the Xuangang breath of incense, what kind of person came up with this method? Whose soul is it raised?

When Ma Yaming heard Sun Fatzi's words, he looked extremely frightened, and said with a crying voice: "I'm a rough person, I don't know what kind of soul is, the two of you directly told me, will this painting and the things on the painting have a bad impact on my son?" ”

I replied, "There must be an impact, otherwise your son would have been in school, and wouldn't have been babbling at a painting all day like he is now, and people would have become weird." ”

"And living people face things with heavy yin qi all day long, and after a long time, yang energy will become weaker, and it is easy to hit the body, be haunted by ghosts and evils, and encounter yin things."

Ma Yaming's body was weak when he heard this, he sat on the bed, looked at me and Sun Fatzi with begging eyes, and said: "I am such a son, no matter how stubborn he is, he is the only bloodline of my Ma family." ”

"The two little brothers are people with great ability, and I beg you two to save my son. No matter how much money is needed, I will never bargain, even if it is smashing pots and selling iron, and going to the street to beg for rice, I will make up enough ......"

As he spoke, Ma Yaming burst into tears. What presses on a middle-aged man is often not difficulties, but disappointment.

Sun Fatzi and I didn't know how to comfort him, maybe it would be better for him to vent all his emotions.

Therefore, neither of us persuaded him, and sat quietly at the head of the bed and smoked.

After Ma Yaming cried, his mood really improved a lot, let's wait for him for a while, and he will come when he goes.

Two or three minutes later, Ma Yaming walked into the room with a bank card in his hand, and said very sincerely: "There are 100,000 yuan in the card, almost all of my savings, and the two of you will save my son no matter what." ”

"The money may not be enough, but my body is still quite strong, and as long as there are no accidents, I can fight for a few more years. In case something happens, and this house, I can mortgage the title deed to the two ......"

Sun Fatzi and I couldn't bear to listen to him anymore, so we had to divert the topic and ask him how long it would take for his son to go out and come back.

Ma Yaming suddenly remembered something, and his face changed suddenly: "Quick, hurry up and hang the painting, in case the little bastard sees me and brings you over, and moves his painting, you have to kill me with your own hands." ”

As he spoke, there was a sound of footsteps outside, followed by a "creak", and the door was pushed open.

Several people were stunned at the same time, completely frightened.

Ma Yaming was the first to react, and while asking me and Sun Fatzi to hang up the painting, he subconsciously coughed twice and shouted at the top of his voice: "Who's ......?"

Generally, those who enter the house without knocking on the door are family members or relatives and friends who have a very good relationship. Ma Yaming's abrupt question about who entered the house was obviously an instinctive reaction caused by excessive panic.

I stood at the door, staring in the direction of the door, while Sun Fatzi hurriedly installed the painting, carefully hung it on the wall, and took out his mobile phone to open the album, comparing the photos he had taken before to make sure that Ma Yaming's son could not see that the painting had been moved.

After Sun Fatzi hung up the painting, he began to clean up the traces we left in the room city, and quickly folded a small paper crane and stuffed it into the clothes that Ma Yaming's son hung at the head of the bed.

After doing all this, Sun Fatzi walked out slowly, just in time to collide with Ma Yaming.

"It scared me to death just now, and now my legs are swinging." Ma Yaming patted his chest and said with palpitations: "It's good that he's not a little bastard, otherwise I really don't know how to explain it to him......"

Sun Fatzi said in a deep voice: "You are his son, he is your son, you explain a fart to him!" ”

Ma Yaming sighed: "Alas, you don't know, now the little bastard looks at me with a murderous aura, I'm really worried that one day he will kill me if he doesn't go the right way." It's nothing if I die, but my wife and mother will be miserable, and no one will take care of me in the future! ”

As he spoke, he took out the bank card just now and stuffed it into my hands and Sun Fatzi's hands.