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Chapter 95: Mr. Lin

"Bai Lao, if you don't believe it, you can destroy the painting now, don't you know it when you try it? It's already past nine o'clock in the evening, and Uncle Bai's headache is about to begin. Lin Junhe said indifferently.

"Also, isn't it just a painting, or this kid painted it himself, it's not worth a few dollars. ”

Bai Lao smiled, and asked Wang Zhong to bring a basin over, ready to burn calligraphy and paintings.

Wang Zhong was very fast, so he came over with a copper basin, and he was also very curious.

He's been in the army for a long time, and he really doesn't really believe in these gods and monsters.

However, the other party was Lin Junhe, so he didn't dare to deny it so decisively.

Because this person is really too mysterious, what you think is impossible and don't believe in, when it comes to him, it will be completely different.

Bai Yuanshan found a lighter, took the painting and prepared to start the fever.

At this time, Bai Chengye happened to come up and was about to call a few people to dinner, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this scene.

"Dad, what are you doing? Stop!"

Bai Chengye was almost distressed, although this painting was the lowest price in all his collections, but this was the most satisfying one he painted.

"Don't get in the way, I'm helping you. Bai Yuanshan continued to light the fire slowly, and the flame ignited the Chinese painting at once.

"Healing?" Bai Chengye was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously saw Lin Junhe.

"Uncle Bai, your headache can only be solved like this. The evil aura on this painting is too strong, and if it continues, it will not be such a simple thing as a headache. Lin Junhe said lightly.

When Bai Chengye heard this, he became angry.

What a mess!

As one of the members of the leadership team of the Jianghai Municipal Government, he has never believed in these strange things.

This was more or less influenced by his father Bai Yuanshan.

Most people in the army don't believe this.

As a result, now his father actually believes this kid's nonsense, what kind of evil anger does he listen to, and burns his favorite painting?

That's infuriating!

"What kind of evil spirit, it's nonsense! I have long seen that you are uneasy and kind, but I didn't expect you to be a god stick!"

Bai Chengye shouted angrily with a straight face: "Wang Zhong, drive him out for me!"

"This ......" Wang Zhong was embarrassed, he really didn't dare to drive Lin Junhe out.

Let's not talk about whether what he said is true or false, first of all, I can't beat him......

Seeing that Wang Zhong didn't listen to his own words, Bai Chengye really felt like he was about to go crazy, and wanted to go to the brazier to snatch back his painting, but this kind of rice paper, as soon as it was ignited, it turned into ashes in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, a painting had all turned to ashes and fell into the copper basin.

Bai Chengye was so angry that he trembled, pointed at Lin Junhe and shouted angrily: "Get out! You go out for me! My Bai family doesn't welcome you!"

"Uncle Bai, it's okay to let me out, but you don't feel much better now?" Lin Junhe said slowly, looking very confident.

Bai Chengye gritted his teeth, quite angry.

I'm about to be, and I still have a better headache?

How is this possible, good one...... Ghost?

He just wanted to veto angrily, but suddenly felt that his head suddenly felt a lot lighter?

What's going on?

Usually, as soon as the time passes 9 o'clock, I will have a slight headache.

It was close to twelve o'clock, and that was the most painful time.

But now, nine o'clock has passed, not only do you not feel a headache, but you also feel that your brain is exceptionally clear?

He was really confused.

"This ...... I...... I ......" Bai Chengye couldn't figure out what was going on at this time, and stood there stupidly with his mind in a mess.

"Silly boy, can I still harm you, this is Mr. Lin's ability!" Bai Yuanshan glanced at his son mockingly.

It seems to be showing off, how about it, this Master Lin you know and I know, isn't it?

Bai Chengye was crying and laughing at this time, and he really didn't know what to say.

"Uncle Bai, if you still don't believe it, you might as well take out all the tools you used when you paint and show me, maybe you can find the culprit that gives you a headache. "Lin Jun River Channel.

"Okay. Bai Chengye was shocked at this time, although he was very reluctant, but he had already believed three points.

Soon, the paper, ink, pen and inkstone were taken out by Bai Chengye, and he introduced it quite complacently: "This paper is a rice paper produced in Xuanzhou, which has been inherited for more than 300 years. This one, the authentic wolf, I asked a master to create it himself, this ink, I don't know what plant essence is added to it, use it, it's called a supple, and there is still a slow aroma left after it......"

It can be seen that Bai Chengye really likes these, and he can't stop talking about them.

And Lin Junhe listened to his words, but his expression suddenly moved: "You said this ink ......"

"Oh, this ink was brought back to me by a friend of mine, it's really good, it's very soft and smooth to use, and it has a nice fragrance. Bai Chengye showed off his head slightly.

"No, I mean the previous sentence, you mean, what plant essence is added to this ink?" Lin Junhe asked, already having a little bit of a plan in his heart.

"yes, but I don't know much about it, so I don't know what was added. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, that's the problem. ”

Lin Junhe smiled and asked Bai Chengye to take the ink ingot and grind it.

With a trace of ink forming in the inkstone, Bai Chengye suddenly had a needle in his head, and exclaimed: "It hurts!"

"Sure enough, this ink ingot is the cause of your headache. After Lin Junhe took the ink ingot, he couldn't help but take a deep breath: "The evil qi in this ink ingot is too strong! Fortunately, Uncle Bai, you have more righteous qi in your body, and if you were an ordinary person, you would have been seriously ill and bedridden." ”

If Lin Junhe said this before, Bai Chengye would not believe it.

But at this time, he was really scared.

I've already experienced this kind of thing twice, where is the reason not to believe?

This little ink ingot, is it so evil?

A trace of panic flashed on his face, and he hurriedly said, "Xiao Lin, no, Mr. Lin, is there a way to solve it?"

He doesn't dare to call Lin Junhe Xiaolin now, this Mr. Lin is too powerful!

"There is a way, and it's very simple, just let me take this ink ingot away, and the other four treasures of the study room will also be replaced, all of them will be contaminated with some of the evil aura of this ink ingot. "Lin Jun River Channel.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin. ”

Bai Chengye immediately sent the ink ingot out like a plague god, and he was very grateful to Lin Junhe, a good man!

And Lin Junhe was also smiling secretly in his heart at this time, he didn't expect to find such a good thing here.

Although this ink ingot contains a large amount of evil energy, it actually contains an even more amazing amount of spiritual energy!

This thing is harmful to ordinary people, but to themselves, it is more precious than that 300-year-old ginseng!