Yuyan and I had just returned to Bai's house. The dog stopped barking immediately, and Yuyan rushed back into the hall. The strange thing was that the general in the painting came back, and the painting returned to its original state, exactly as it was before.
"It's back." Yuyan said to me.
The general in the painting came back as soon as the dog stopped barking. Could it be that the evil spirit in the painting was not the ghost in the grave but the evil in the painting?
"I burned it to avoid future troubles."
Yuyan suddenly wanted to burn the paintings, but I immediately stopped her. What she did was not wrong, but this is the Bai family, and she should not be responsible for it. Otherwise, how will she explain to the Bai family tomorrow?
This painting should be from the Qing Dynasty. I don’t understand this thing. If it is by some famous artist and is worth a lot of money, then you can’t just burn it. The rich one is Wang Tianqi, not you Yuyan. When the time comes,
If the boss doesn't pay compensation, he will have no choice but to sell you to pay off the debt.
Yuyan couldn't resist me, so she snorted and left. I hung the painting up again and put a Five Emperors Coin on the back.
The Five Emperors' Money is very powerful in suppressing evil. It is more effective than the Yellow Talisman. I hope it can suppress the things in the painting. I don't have time to analyze it now. I have to find the Kirin Stone first.
It was daybreak soon, and I only slept for a few hours, but I got up at about six o'clock, and sneaked out for no other reason than to carry the rain and smoke on my back to find that crazy monk, Qilin Stone.
I will never give it to her. Although Wang Tianqi gave the money, I am not a moral person with you.
I will sell a few people like Wang Tianqi to him. He has killed more people than anyone in my family tree. What do I care about him?
My aunt had already given me the address of the crazy monk, and I searched all the way along the village. Although I wasn’t familiar with the road, it took me a while to find it. This was also due to the small size of the village.
The house that the crazy monk lived in was very dilapidated, it was an old-era tiled house, and the roof was already rotten. It would leak when it rained, so only a crazy person like him could live there.
The location of his home is very remote, just at the end of the village, and he is the only family at the end of the village. Although there are houses around, they are all old tile-roofed houses. It is estimated that they have all moved to new homes. The countryside will also develop, although slowly.
Some.
There was a pile of high sand on the side of the crazy monk's house. I took a quick look and felt something was wrong, as if something was buried in the sand.
I picked it up with my hands and immediately dug out some scattered bones. At first I thought they were poultry, but in the end I discovered that they were actually human bones.
I suddenly took a breath. There was a human skeleton next to this lunatic’s house, and the aunt said he didn’t hurt anyone?
I became wary, but of course I wasn't afraid of him. No matter how lethal a crazy monk was, he couldn't win over me.
"Kekeke..."
I knocked on the door and called, "Is there anyone there?"
There was no response at first, so I knocked more than twenty times. Finally, the door opened with a creak, and a dull face appeared in front of me.
"Amitabha……"
It was the crazy monk last night. When he saw me, he recited Amitabha and then stopped talking. But his eyes were extremely fierce, staring at me as if he wanted to eat someone.
"Hello, I would like to see the stones you picked up from the grave, is that okay?"
I asked politely. Even though he was a lunatic, I still respected him enough.
The crazy monk waved his hand and motioned for me to come in, but there was no expression on his face from beginning to end, as if he was possessed by a ghost.
I stepped in cautiously, and I couldn't describe the inside of this room. In addition to the stench, it was also as messy as a garbage dump. I almost fainted when I pinched my nose, and most of the furniture in the room was in tatters.
There were several plates of meat and a bowl of rice on a disgusting dining table. This guy seemed to be eating, and then he disturbed me.
"Where's the stone?" I asked the crazy monk again, because I really couldn't stay in this place anymore and wanted to get to the Qilin Stone quickly and leave.
"I'll give it to you after you finish eating." The crazy monk gave me a broken bowl and chopsticks. The chopsticks were extremely dirty and had a disgusting yellow stuff on one end, which looked like shit.
How can I eat it? Aren't you kidding me? My hands are cleaner than these chopsticks. Not to mention the bowl, it looks like it hasn't been washed in a hundred years.
"I'm not hungry, why don't you give me a stone?"
As I spoke, I looked around, hoping to see the Kirin Stone in the garbage pile, but there was none. I don't know where he put the Kirin Stone.
"eat!"
The crazy monk said another word silently, and then chewed the meat. I don't know why, but the meat was so disgusting when it came into his mouth. He also made a squeaking sound, which made me extremely upset.
If I don't eat, he won't give me stones. I don't seem to have any solution.
I had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks and wipe them with my clothes, so I had to bite the bullet and eat. He didn't even have water to wash the dishes, so I had to make this last resort.
I didn't dare to eat too much. I just picked up a small piece of meat and was about to put it into my mouth. Suddenly the monk laughed, as if he had bitten something hard. He spat it out, then ignored it and continued to eat.
Chewing the meat.
I took a closer look and found that what he vomited out was a gold ring with meat paste and blood on it.
I seemed to have thought of something, so I quickly put the meat back, and then used chopsticks to turn over the three pots of meat.
Don't tell me, I found a finger, a human finger.
"Eat, what are you doing standing there in a daze? It tastes really good, I didn't lie to you." The crazy monk chuckled and kept eating without stopping, eating with relish until his mouth was full of oil.
But at this time, I suddenly slapped him across the face, and immediately there were five bloody finger prints on his face.
This is not a monk at all, but a murderer. I don’t know whether he is crazy or not, but I have decided that I have endured enough.
I just said, how come he still has meat to eat in this environment? And there are three big pots of meat.
"Who did you kill?"
I quickly questioned him. The meat was on the table and the bones were buried outside. This guy really knew how to dismember the body and use it. I hope he was not an innocent villager, otherwise I would definitely send him back to the mental hospital again.
"ah……"
The crazy monk suddenly roared angrily. He did not attack me, but fanned himself like crazy. He slapped himself again and again, with all his strength. The corners of his mouth were already bleeding, and blood was flowing from both sides.
The face is red and swollen.
I quickly grabbed his hand to prevent him from continuing to hurt himself, and then inserted a chopstick between his fingers.
"I don't care if you are really crazy or pretending to be crazy, or whether you are harmful or not. Just tell me where the stone is, so that you don't regret being born in this world." I quickly threatened the crazy monk.
Chapter completed!