Following the bright moon and flowers all the way to the destination, the health room on the 4th floor.

Li Xuehao followed into the health room and found that there was no one inside, and the eldest wife of the health teacher Heiyin was not there.

Mingyue Jiehua walked directly to the side of the single bed, lifted the slightly raised quilt on it, revealing what was underneath.

Li Xuehao's eyes were sharp. When he saw that it was a cylindrical painted tube, he couldn't help but frown. The black painted tube looked very ordinary, with straps on both ends, which could be conveniently carried on his back.

However, what is not ordinary is the things in the painting cylinder. Although I didn’t see the real thing and didn’t know what it was, waves of evil aura emanated from it, and I knew that it was not a good thing.

Fortunately, the evil aura was so weak that he wouldn't even notice it if he hadn't gotten close.

So when Mingyue Jiehua picked up the paintblock and touched the evil things with her own hands, Li Xuehao did not stop her. After all, such a little evil aura could not harm anyone.

What he was curious about was how could there be such a thing when the bright moon and flowers bloomed? And it was hidden in the health care room.

"Sister Jiehua, what is this?" Li Xuehao took the initiative to walk forward and asked.

"A painting." The bright moon and flowers opened the lid of the painting tube, pulled out a scroll of paper from it, and after spreading it out, it was a sketch. The content of the painting was supernatural and terrifying.

Although it is the content of the sketch, it looks lifelike except for the lack of color.

There is a bedroom with a large bed in the middle, and an old man lies on the bed. The old man seems to be seriously ill, with haggard expressions and dull eyes. A little boy of seven or eight years old standing by the bed. The boy's expression is smiling, holding a cup of something in his hand, ready to feed it to the old man.

Seeing this, "Zu Ci and Sun Xiao" is like a very harmonious painting, and has nothing to do with horror and weirdness.

However, this is not the whole content of the painting. I saw a head stretching out from under the bed beside the old man's bedside. His long neck was like a snake, and there was nowhere below the neck at all. You could tell at a glance that this was not something that humans could do.

The strange head on the neck looked similar to the old man, but his expression was ferocious and his eyes were staring at the old man, but the old man seemed to be unable to see it, and the little boy beside the bed also did not know its existence.

What's even more terrifying is that not far behind the little boy, a tall black shadow stood there, hiding in the wide cloak, unable to see his appearance at all.

It was like a dry bone holding a long-handled sickle in his hand. Black liquid kept dripping from the tip of the sickle. This was because of the sketch that it showed black. If there was color, it would probably be red liquid.

Death, and the soul...

Li Xuehao understood the meaning of the picture. The head with a long neck was the soul of the old man, and the black shadow hiding in the wide cloak was the god of death.

This seems to be telling the story of a seriously ill old man on the verge of death and the god of death comes to harvest his soul.

When ordinary people see this painting, they may feel strange and uncomfortable, and even the timid ones dare not look at it. The moon is full of flowers without any psychological barriers. She originally has a "heavy taste" and is most in love with this kind of evil black painting. I really don't know how a girl, she has developed this special preference.

"Sister Jiehua, is this painting... yours?" After reading it, Li Xuehao asked calmly. There was no big problem with the whole painting. The only thing that could be worried is that the faint evil aura was on the painting.

As long as it is an evil aura, it means it is harmful to the human body. However, there are too few evil auras on the painting, which basically does not pose a threat to people.

This evil aura probably came from where this painting "walks". Otherwise, if it were the evil aura of the painting itself, the bright moon and flowers would not be able to stand in front of him as vividly as it is now.

"This is what I bought from an art exhibition." Mingyue Jiehua said, spreading the painting on the bed, compacting it with things on both sides so that the painting can be rolled up by itself.

"Art Exhibition?" Li Xuehao was stunned. He thought that if it was an art exhibition, the painting would have more objects to come into contact with. It would be difficult to find the evil aura that "wasted" from where or whom it was.

"Yes, that's a private art exhibition." Mingyue Jiehua continued, "It cost me 15,000 yen to buy this painting. It's really amazing. The painter who painted this painting is a 'resurrection from the dead'."

"Resurrection from the dead?" Li Xuehao was stunned again.

Mingyue Yuhua nodded and said, "Well, it's actually a painter who has been missing for 12 years, and it's not really dead. The painter was named Saburo Shinda. He was kidnapped 12 years ago. When he found it, he only found a coat with blood. He was already deemed dead at that time, but a few days ago, he suddenly appeared again."

"Oh?" Li Xuehao couldn't help but associate the evil aura on the painting with that painter. After all, a person who had been missing for 12 years and was "resurrected from the dead". In addition, he painted the painting himself, and the person he contacted the most was him, so his suspicion was undoubtedly the greatest.

"Sister Jiehua, I don't understand why you brought the painting to the school to show me?" Li Xuehao couldn't understand this. Just now, Mingyue Jiehua asked him to follow him so seriously, and it would definitely not be as simple as letting him appreciate a painting. The evil aura on the painting was very weak and it would not cause any harm to her, and she could not notice it, but how could she think of bringing the painting to him?

"It's brother..." Mingyue Jiehua said hesitantly.

"Brother Qingjiu?" Li Xuehao immediately realized who she was talking about, her brother, Mingyue Qingjiu. When he first visited Mingyue's house, he opened the door. "What's wrong with Brother Qingjiu?"

"Brother said that I had seen that painter and this painting 12 years ago." Mingyue Jiehua pointed to the sketch spread on the bed and said.

Li Xuehao subconsciously touched the paper of the sketch, and he could be sure that this was definitely not drawn 12 years ago, because the paper still looks very novel and it is impossible to be a work 12 years ago.

"Look at who he looks like?" Mingyue Jiehua pointed to the little boy in the painting and said.

Li Xuehao didn't look closely just now. After listening to her words, he focused on the little boy's face. He suddenly felt very familiar, and then his heart suddenly moved: "Is this Brother Qingjiu?"

"Well, the boy in the painting is the brother 12 years ago." Mingyue Jiehua nodded solemnly, and pointed to the old man on the bed and said, "This is grandpa. Grandpa was seriously ill at that time, so dad invited a painter to paint his last time. After the painter finished painting, he disappeared with the painting..."
Chapter completed!