Liu Hou always felt that there might be something more terrifying hidden in this ancient painting.
Otherwise, it is just the evil spirit of the devil in the painting, and it is impossible to really turn the river in the painting into a river of forgetfulness.
What's more, the red-bridal sedan monster of the past can still fly across the Wangchuan River.
If the Wangchuan River is really forgotten, it will be impossible to cut it off.
Qin Wenying sighed quietly and explained: "Master Liu Hou, you don't know something. It's not clear whether there is a Forget River in the world, and the little girl entered the painting after her death.
But the Wangchuan River in the painting is real, or perhaps the river in the painting is tainted with the atmosphere of the Wangchuan River.
Or maybe this ancient painting is something from the underworld.
At least the water of the Wangchuan River brought from ancient paintings can indeed erase people's cause and effect.
As for the reason, the little girl still can’t figure it out.”
Liu Hou frowned, and the doubts in his heart deepened: "Then what happened to the train that Shen Fan and I took a few days ago? Did the more than a thousand people on the train really exist?
If they really existed, where did they disappear to?"
Qin Wenying was silent for a moment: "Those people are all real, or it can be said that they were once real."
In order to practice cultivation, the demon in the painting has tricked countless humans into entering the painting for thousands of years.
The moment you get on the train, you have been dragged into the painting of the devil in the painting.
It’s just that, Mr. Liu Houdao, you are very alert and quickly woke up from the distortions in reality and the painting, so that the devil in the painting could not drag you into the depths of the painting.
That's why you can take my husband and escape from the painting.
And those monsters in the wormwood bushes were transformed by the people on the train.
They were seduced by the demons in the painting and were lost forever on the banks of the Forgotten River. In the end, their bodies turned into hairless demons, miserable and pitiful."
"I understand."
Liu Hou nodded, he was not completely free of doubts.
But Qin Wenying may not know about the remaining doubts in her heart.
He raised his head, glanced around the room, and said calmly: "Are you and the old man staying here preparing to fight the devil in the painting here?"
The old man lost his voice and said in surprise: "Master Liu Hou, have you even seen this?"
"I can't tell that there is a ghost."
Liu Hou shook his head. This house had been renovated from the inside out.
There are traces of Luban Shu everywhere.
It is estimated that the old man has been secretly planning for at least ten years to destroy the devil in the painting.
He tapped the wall with his finger: "It's a pity that if the devil in the painting is really as powerful as what Miss Qin said, using these buried Lu Ban techniques to destroy it is far from enough."
The old man smiled bitterly: "Of course I know, old man."
Suddenly, Liu Hou's brows raised: "No, old man, there's something wrong with the Lu Ban Shu that you use around the house."
He turned around, stared at Shen Fan's grandfather without blinking, and said word for word: "Could it be that you want to use yourself as a meat pillar to drive a living stake? Completely seal the devil in the painting in the house?"
The old man's expression changed several times and he didn't say a word.
But Liu Hou shook his head again: "It's still wrong. Even if you act as a stakeholder by yourself, you can't suppress the devil in the painting."
His eyes were like lightning as he looked at Shen Fan's grandmother.
Grandma Shen Fan was just a kind ordinary person. While Liu Hou and the others were talking, she had been sitting quietly, embroidering something in her hand.
Just when Liu Hou looked over, grandma had just finished embroidering.
Stand up and shake your hands casually.
It turned out to be two red sweaters.
Grandma Shen Fan walked up to Shen Fan and handed him the sweater: "My dear grandson, see if the sweater fits you?"
"Grandma, it's only October now and it's still hot. This sweater won't be used until at least the middle of winter!"
After saying this, Shen Fan still tried obediently.
"The clothes fit me very well, grandma. Don't you usually sew sweaters for me at the end of November?"
He scratched his head.
"What's on the news this year about the La Nina phenomenon and a once-in-a-century winter. I'm afraid it will get cold early..."
Grandma explained and handed another sweater to Qin Wenying: "My granddaughter-in-law, this one is for you."
"Thank you grandma."
Qin Wenying took it but didn't wear it.
Her pretty face looked troubled.
The atmosphere in this family was warm, but the more Liu Hou looked at it, the more strange it became.
This grandma Shen Fan seems to be explaining the funeral arrangements!
Liu Hou suddenly thought of something, a chill suddenly crawled up from the soles of his feet, and he grabbed the old man's arm in a creepy way: "Old man, you not only want to use yourself as a living stake, but what on earth did you do to grandma?"
Grandma Shen Fan smiled kindly at Liu Hou: "Mr. Liu, I volunteer."
"Voluntary? If it is really what I guess, you will be unable to escape forever and suffer eternal pain."
Liu Hou's voice rose a few degrees.
He couldn't accept a living person doing such a cruel thing to him.
Grandma Shen Fan brought him a cup of tea, shook her head and said, "People don't live just for themselves. After working so hard, isn't it also for their children and grandchildren?
What's more, both of our bones are old and half of them have been buried in the ground.
As long as the children and grandchildren are well, it doesn't matter if they die.
There is no way to escape from anything in eternity, and you will endure the pain of eternity.
That's just a small thing.
I can bear it."
Grandma's words were soft and soft, but her tone contained strong power.
That is the greatness of loving your grandson Shen Fan so much that you are willing to sacrifice everything, including sacrificing your life.
Liu Hou fell silent.
Just ask your parents, even though they don’t take much care of you on weekdays.
But if they encountered such a life and death disaster, they would probably sacrifice themselves to save themselves.
These are parents.
This is it, elder.
After listening to the conversation between Liu Hou and his grandma, no matter how idiotic Shen Fan was, no matter how hard he understood, an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.
He stared, grabbed his grandfather and asked loudly: "Grandpa, grandma, what are you and Mr. Liu Hou talking about? What are you talking about driving piles? Why did Mr. Liu Hou say that grandma will fall into pain that will never be relieved?"
Grandpa blew his beard and scolded: "Children should stop interfering in adults' matters."
"I am already twenty-nine years old, and Liu Houdao is only twenty years old. Compared to me, he is just a child."
Shen Fan retorted.
"You brat, now that your wings have grown hard, you dare to refute me!"
The old man used anger to cover up the evasiveness in his eyes.
He didn't want to tell Shen Fan such a cruel thing, that kind of self-sacrifice method.
I'm afraid that he will feel guilty for the rest of his life.
"grandfather."
Qin Wenying on the side suddenly looked in the direction of the door: "Here we come."
"Daughter-in-law, what is coming, who is coming?"
Shen Fan asked in shock.
The old man and grandma looked at each other and suddenly laughed.
"Old man, I've suffered a lot while being married to you in this life. Don't let me suffer in the next life."
Grandma is arranging her hair.
Grandpa sneered: "You still want to marry me in the next life?"
"snort."
Grandma was as shy as a girl: "Look at my hair. Is it well taken care of? Is it messy?"
"It's good. Just like when I married you when I was sixteen."
Grandpa laughed, tears flashing in his eyes.
"It's a pity that I'm old, my face is wrinkled and I don't look good."
"No way, even if you are full of wrinkles, you still look good."
"Old man, it's only when you're about to die that you know how to coax me with your sweet words. If only you had learned how to coax me earlier..."
When grandma said this, she stopped and looked at the old man with burning eyes: "If there is a next life, old man, remember to marry me."
"Well, I will marry you!"
After saying that, they both walked to the door.
Shen Fan became panicked and frightened.
He ran over to catch his grandparents, but Qin Wenying hugged him from behind.
Hold on tight.
"Daughter-in-law, what are you doing? Let me go. I have an ominous feeling. I guess my grandparents want to do something stupid!"
Shen Fan struggled desperately.
Qin Wenying cried: "Ms. sir, it's too late, it's too late..."
Liu Hou sighed and did not stop him.
It is indeed as Qin Wenying said.
It's too late.
The three of them watched helplessly as the old man and Grandma Shen Fan reached out and opened the door of No. 56 Wang Qing Street.
What I saw outside the door was that it had changed.
Chapter completed!