The moment he touched the 'letter', Ning Qiushui had an extremely familiar feeling.

That kind of touch...... It's skin.

And it's human skin.

Even the surface of the envelope still has the warmth of human skin.

When this thought crossed Ning Qiushui's mind, he himself was slightly startled.

Quickly closing the door, Ning Qiushui returned to the room, closed the curtains again, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

He turned on the light and sat down on the couch.

The fingers of the letter trembled a little unconsciously.

When I opened the letter, there was a smell of blood on my face.

Ning Qiushui raised her eyebrows lightly and opened the piece of paper in the letter.

Looking at the content on the paper, Ning Qiushui froze in place.

Is that...... A painting.

A very eerie painting.

In the painting, a rusty giant spreads out its arms and stretches out in both directions like a road.

There were two identical people on their arms, one to the left and one to the right, both running wildly, and they were exactly the same distance to the human body.

And at the end of the arm like a road, the giant's palm was clenched tightly, as if something was hidden inside.

Because the two figures were too sloppy, Ning Qiushui couldn't see clearly who was painted on them.

Or rather...... It doesn't matter who it is.

Seeing this painting, Ning Qiushui immediately remembered the painting of "Red Bean".

There are similarities between the two, and they seem very abstract.

"The material of this letter is not the same as the previous letter, and the hint above doesn't seem to be about the copy of the Bloodgate......"

Ning Qiushui frowned.

His instincts told him that this letter was very important, more important than all previous letters.

After Ning Qiushui finished reading it, he immediately picked it up.

He didn't take any more pictures of the letter to the Mole to help investigate.

What happened in Longhu Mountain before made Ning Qiushui realize that anyone related to this letter would become very dangerous.

Ning Qiushui didn't want the 'Mole' to have an accident because of his own affairs.

Still, he took a picture of the contents of the letter, and planned to investigate it himself afterwards.

"That fake blind man seemed to be pretty good last time, if you can show him this painting, maybe he can give me some answers."

Thinking of this, Ning Qiushui asked the Mole about the location of the fake blind man before, and the latter quickly reluctantly gave Ning Qiushui some useful information.

“…… It's also very mysterious to say.,Because I have to process information for a long time.,So my memory is actually very good.,It's hard to forget what people look like after noticing them.,But that fake blind man...... I really don't remember exactly. ”

"Just remember...... He seemed to be very thin. ”

"You go to the foot of Dragon and Tiger Mountain to try your luck."

"It's the old town, in the little park."

Seeing this, Ning Qiushui printed out the drawing, bought some paper and pencils, and went to the town at the foot of Longhu Mountain early the next morning, and sat in the only park in the town, pretending to paint.

Without the packaging of the letter, no one knew that the painting contained an important secret.

Ning Qiushui stayed in the park for a long time, and also painted a few more abstract paintings as a cover, but he did not meet the so-called fake blind man until noon.

Just as Ning Qiushui was about to get up and leave, a slightly old voice suddenly appeared from the side:

"Little brother, did you paint these paintings?"

Ning Qiushui turned around, and his heart moved.

He's an old fortune teller.

Sunglasses, retro long clothes, that face is ordinary.

It's so ordinary that people can't remember it at all.

Isn't this the fake blind man in the mouth of the mole?

"There's one that isn't."

Ning Qiushui replied.

The fake blind man touched the beard on his chin and said with a smile:

"Little brother, don't mind showing me?"

Ning Qiushui did not refuse, and handed a few paintings in his hand to the fake blind man in front of him.

The latter glanced at it and picked out the painting in the "letter" at once.

"Little brother, you didn't paint this picture, did you?"

Ning Qiushui said with a smile:

"Yes."

"The old gentleman is so powerful, you can see it at a glance, you might as well calculate, who painted this?"

He made a trick, but the fake blind man was not fooled at all, and said:

"Little brother is not kind......"

"There are three fortune tellers, the first is not to tell the fortune of the dead, this painting is contaminated with the "death machine" and the "heavenly machine" at the same time, obviously made by the hands of the dead, and it is also a very powerful dead person, I don't know whether to live or die to calculate it, I can't do it tonight."

Ning Qiushui's heart moved slightly.

It seems that this fake blind man really has some skills.

"I offended...... But I don't understand something, and I hope that my seniors will solve my doubts. ”

The blind man waved his hand.

"Hey Yoyo, I can't be a senior, I don't know what the little brother wants to ask?"

Ning Qiushui pointed to the painting.

"Or do you want to ask about this painting, I'm stupid and can't understand it, why don't you help me explain it?"

The fake blind man stared at the painting in Ning Qiushui's hand, looked at it carefully and looked at it again, and his expression was a little indescribably solemn.

"Little brother is sure he wants to solve the painting?"

Ning Qiushui nodded.

"Sure."

The false blind man stopped talking, he opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and seemed to be seriously considering what to say and what not to say.

The secrets involved in this painting are too great.

It has reached the level of "Heavenly Machine".

If he lies and says something that should not be said, even if it is a word, he is only afraid of harming himself afterwards!

Finally, after some deliberation, the false blind man slowly spoke:

"Man is born, rust is death, the arm is the scale of life and death, and the left and right are actually the same person."

"There are two interpretations for this painting."

"First, life and death are determined, the rules cannot be changed, no matter how people run on this scale, it will not affect the result in the end."

Ning Qiushui's eyes flickered when he heard this, and asked:

"Excuse me, sir, what's the second explanation?"

The fake blind man touched his chin and slowly said a sentence that made Ning Qiushui's heartbeat stop suddenly:

“…… If someone can outrun himself on this scale, then he can break the balance of life and death! ”