"Get out, get out, get out of here!" Li Xinzhu gritted his teeth and roared. His body trembled, his fists clenched tightly, he swung into the air, and then squeezed his head with both hands.

Behind the door, Wang An was very surprised when he looked at Li Xinzhu's appearance, and he thought of Hu Cunyi's hideous appearance that night.

"I didn't expect him to be so seriously affected by that painting, if he continues like this, I'm afraid he will really go crazy, maybe he will kill people, so will Hu Cunyi also commit the murder because of the influence of that picture."

After observing for a moment, he gently closed the door, locked it, and went to bed.

Li Xinzhu didn't fall asleep that night, paced back and forth in the house, and then went to the yard, and then entered the house again, lay on the sofa, closed his eyes, slept for a while, sat up suddenly, his eyes widened, and he gasped for breath.

Nightmares as soon as you sleep are torture, and mental torture is sometimes more unbearable than physical torture.

The next day, when Wang An got up, he found Li Xinzhu sitting on the sofa, his eyes glazed, his expression was sluggish, and his eyes were full of bloodshots.

He heard Wang An open the door, and turned his head in a wooden way.

"I feel like I'm going crazy!" His voice was hoarse, with a hint of crying, and the person was about to collapse.

"Let's eat something first."

Wang An made breakfast, and after eating, he practiced the five poultry opera in the courtyard, and then drove with Li Xinzhu to the antique street to see if he could find antiquities that could practice the method of visualization.

When they came to the antique street, they started with the antique shops that sold calligraphy and paintings. Entering the first store, the clerk subconsciously took half a step back when he saw Li Xinzhu's appearance.

"This doesn't look like a good person."

"Hello, may I ask if you have any ancient paintings or antiquities here, the kind that people can't move away from at first glance." Wang An asked with a smile.

"This little brother looks much more normal, tall, straight, and looks good." The young clerk thought to herself.

"Well, can you tell us about the specific requirements, such as jadeite and jade, calligraphy and painting, or bronze?"

"Calligraphy and painting."

"We have landscape paintings, figure paintings, flower and bird paintings here, which one do you want to see?"

"Characters, preferably Buddhist Vajra, Bodhisattvas and the like."

"Okay, please wait."

After a while, the woman took out two boxes, opened the first one, and inside was a scroll, unfolded, and the painting was of Guanyin.

Master Guanyin is kind and kind-eyed, holding a cute child in his arms.

"This painting is a picture of Guanyin in the Ming Dynasty......"

"Change!" Li Xinzhu on the side gritted his teeth and said, can this thing help him restrain the evil ghost in his dream?

The clerk was frightened by Li Xinzhu's expression. Hurriedly put away the painting, and then unfolded the second painting, and in the middle of it was a monk wearing a long robe and a beard, and next to the monk was a tiger.

"This is the ...... of Buddhism's Fuhu Arhats"

This one doesn't work either, Wang An stared at the painting and shook his head. He did not receive a prompt from the system, and it is clear that the painting has no special purpose.

"I'm sorry for you."

"You're welcome."

They came out of this antique shop, and Wang An and Li Xinzhu went directly to Sheng Bao Zhai.

"Hello, what do you want to see?"

"Paintings, if they are impressive, are imprinted in my mind at a glance, the kind that I will dream of in my dreams." Wang An said.

"Okay, please wait." The clerk smiled and left, and after a while, the female clerk brought three paintings, one landscape, one flower and bird, and one figure painting.

The paintings are ancient paintings, but these paintings do not meet the requirements, and Li Xinzhu on the side is breathing a little fast, and he seems to be about to go violently.

"Is your manager's here?"

"Yes, please wait."

After a short while, a middle-aged man came down from the upper floor, wearing glasses and looking like a scholar.

"Hello, I'm the manager here, surnamed Hong, I don't know what kind of antique you want?"

"Has Manager Hong heard of Guan Idea?" Wang An asked directly.

Manager Hong was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he asked tentatively, "For example, the White Bone View?" ”

"Exactly, I don't know if there is such an ancient painting in this Sheng Bao Zhai?"

"Coincidentally, there is really a picture like this in Sheng Bao Zhai, please come with me."

Wang An and Li Xinzhu followed the manager Hong to the second floor, and he took out a painting, but on this painting was an angry King Kong.

The Buddhists have vajra angry eyes, and the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and said directly.

Vajra is the protector of the Buddha, so you have to be angry, and the angry eyes are against the demons.

At first glance, the King Kong in the painting is very fierce and intimidating.

In fact, no one has ever seen what Vajra looks like, just like no one has ever seen what a ghost looks like, this is what it is drawn by imagination, but at a glance, you think that this is what the Dharma Protector Vajra of Buddhism should look like.

This painting has that flavor.

"You've looked at an ancient painting, and your mind has been slightly affected."

The hint reappeared.

What a view!

Li Xinzhu first looked at the painting, saw the evil ghost, and had a demon, and today I saw the Dharma Protector King Kong of Buddhism here, specializing in subduing demons, coincidentally, really coincidentally!

"Look at this picture." Wang An said to Li Xinzhu on the side.

After hearing this, Li Xinzhu stared at the painting, and suddenly shivered, took two steps back, and frowned.

"What does it feel?"

"Uncomfortable, headache, don't want to watch." Li Xinzhu lowered his head and pondered for a while.

"Feeling repulsed inside?"

"Yes."

"That's it!" Wang Anxin said, thinking so in his heart, but he didn't reveal the slightest intention of wanting to buy.

"How much does this painting cost?"

The manager Hong gave birth to a finger.

"Ten thousand?"

"A million." Manager Hong said with a smile.

"Good fellow, the lion opens his mouth!" Wang Anxin said, "Manager Hong, are there any other paintings?" ”

"Nope." Manager Hong shook his head, "This kind of ancient painting itself is very rare, this painting is said to have been painted by a monk in the Ming Dynasty. ”

"Then let's go look elsewhere, excuse me."

"You're welcome." Manager Hong sent them out of the door of Sheng Bao Zhai, and there was a strange light in his eyes behind the glasses.

"Unexpectedly, at such a young age, you actually know the visualization map? What a surprise! ”

"Still doesn't work?" After coming out of Sheng Bao Zhai, Li Xinzhu asked in a low and hoarse voice.

"That old painting we just saw should help you."

"Really?!" After hearing this, Li Xinzhu stopped abruptly and grabbed Wang An's shoulder.

"Well, I think it will work, but can you come up with a million?"

"A million? So how much is a painting worth? ”

"It's not up to us to decide whether it's worth it or not, let's go to other places to have a look, maybe there will be a more suitable one."