It seems that this Liang Maoquan's situation is almost exactly the same as that old man Wen.

The style of painting suddenly changed, the behavior went crazy, and in the end, all of them were not good to die.

Before saying goodbye to He Jia, I also asked Liang Maoquan about his birth date and date of death. He Man also recommended to me a few books written by Liang Maoquan, saying that they are now available in general bookstores.

When I left He's house, it was about 4 o'clock in the afternoon. While it was not too late, Pang Guang and I walked through all the remaining houses in almost two hours.

Student, Lawyer...... Almost all the people who have bought this huanghuali tree frame are in the same situation as Mr. Wen and Liang Maoquan.

In the past, his career was mediocre and his studies were put on hold. It's only a few days after I went home that I went home on this shelf, and all of them are desperately leaning over the desk, working and studying lifelessly.

Those people don't sleep night after night, they are inspired, and their work efficiency is increased by dozens or hundreds of times. Eventually, until their bodies are financially depleted, their physical or mental condition will be problematic.

Some self-judged, some died of illness, and the final outcome was inevitable death anyway.

I collected everyone's dates of birth and death, and before returning to Shou Cai Shop, I happened to pass by a bookstore, and I walked into the bookstore and bought two books written by Liang Maoquan before his death. One is called "The Taboo of the Underworld", and the other is called "Ancient Mythical Beasts and Ghosts".

Back in the longevity shop, I casually flipped through the books written by Liang Maoquan before his death. He Man is right, Liang Maoquan's book is full of violence, blood, greed, evil ghosts, and reincarnation from beginning to end......

Especially the book "Ancient Mythical Beasts and Ghosts", the description of the dragon giving birth to nine sons and the ancient war in this book is extremely exciting.

There is a kind of magic to his words, and reading them makes one feel immersed. It seems that the author himself has experienced the days when the gods and beasts were in turmoil, the people were struggling to make a living, and the gods and ghosts were turbulent and displaced.

I saw the fierce beasts described in this book, as well as the fierce beasts painted in the paintings of Wen Zhengru in his later years. These beasts seem to be more similar, and I have an inexplicable feeling of familiarity!

Where do I think I've seen this beast? But in my mind, I vaguely had a vague impression of that.

Now, the yellow pear tree in our darkroom is too weird. I pushed my wheelchair to the darkroom, followed by Pang Guang.

Only in the dark room can I truly stand, like a healthy and alive person.

I stepped on the white stone tiles of the dark room with my bare feet, the tiles under my feet were cold, but I walked upright, but my whole body was full of warmth.

I silently walked to the Huanghuali bookshelf, which was clear and buttery, with a century-old trunk, dense texture and excellent workmanship.

I found a magnifying glass, this is the first time I have looked at this bookshelf so carefully, I put this Huanghuali bookshelf, every inch, every level, every foot, every detail clearly, carefully observed.

Suddenly, I made a big discovery.

I turned and beckoned to Pang Guang.

"Uncle Pang, come and see!"

"What's wrong?" Pang Guang asked me.

"Uncle, take a magnifying glass and take a good look, is there a pattern on this shelf?"

"What's the pattern? Isn't this bookshelf glossy? ”

I said.

"Uncle Pang, take a closer look! This bookshelf was later baked with oil by Boss Yang several times, and the pattern was sealed with oil and could not be revealed. Come back and take a good look, there must be lines on it! ”

When Pang Guang heard what I said, he immediately stepped to my side and took the magnifying glass in my hand.

He held a magnifying glass in one hand, bent over, pouting, like an archaeologist digging for treasures, almost every cell of the entire Huanghuali bookshelf was clearly investigated.

"Huh! It's really fucking patterned, hey! We bought this bookshelf back for so long, and we didn't find out until today! ”

Pang Guang and I spent a long time trying to blind our eyes. Only then did I realize that the patterns on the Huanghuali bookshelf were all kinds of trees, as if they were carved with animals and plants. It's just that because the oil has been baked on it, it is difficult to see the original patterns of those patterns.

We immediately contacted Boss Yang in the second-hand market. After Boss Yang confirmed, Boss Yang said on the phone.

"That's right, when I received this Huanghuali bookshelf, there were indeed lines on it. The painting seems to be a beast, like a dragon but not a dragon, like a tiger but not a tiger, and there are some green bamboos and auspicious clouds. It's just that when Wen Zhengru vomited blood and died, the blood sprayed onto the bookshelf, because the shelf of the Huanghuali tree was made of wood, and when the blood was collected, the true color changed. So for the sake of aesthetics, I'm going to re-bake the oil on this bookshelf! ”

Fierce beasts, wild beasts, it's hard to do it! Is the pattern on the Huanghuali bookshelf the same as the fierce beast in Wen Zhengru's painting?

The secrets behind this small bookshelf seem to be getting more and more mysterious.

At this moment, Pang Guang had an idea.

"Yuyang, haven't you already asked those dead people about their birthdays and dates of death? Otherwise, we'll summon all those dead ghosts!"

I don't believe it, we can't deduct the true origin of this bookshelf from our face-to-face conversation with those ghosts?

Today, I have to get justice for my half plate of pig ears! ”

Dare to be affectionate, busy working for days. What Pang Guang was thinking about in his heart was not the secret behind the bookshelf at all, but the chicken legs, pig ears and old white gan'er that he had lost.

I'll smile.

"Uncle Pang, this time the two of us can think of going together! I'm not telling you the truth, but the reason why I asked the families of the deceased, those who died because of the bookshelves, their birthdays and dates of death. For the sake of it, in fact, I also want to summon ghosts! ”

It is said that there is a spell in Maoshan Gate, and the name is Wenmi.

Only three bowls of rice, one bowl of white rice, one bowl of yellow rice, and one bowl of glutinous rice. Then know the date of birth and death of the deceased, as well as his real name. There will be a way to summon that man's ghost from the underworld.

It's just that although I am a native of Maoshan Gate, I don't know how to use this method of asking rice.

But what if I won't? Isn't there a Pang Guang next to me! Although Pang Guang has always concealed his identity from me, but now I know that he is the director of the three Daomen alone, but Pang Guang seems to have no secret method among the three Daomen!

I stood in the darkroom and patted Pang Guang on the shoulder with my hand.

"Uncle Pang, this time it's up to you! Don't hide it, I know you, you must know how to ask rice! ”

Pang Guang narrowed his eyes this time and smiled slightly.

"Haha! Guys, let's go! ”