On the second floor of Tang Yixiong's home, there is a load-bearing square column in the middle, and the whole space is just this one, with no divisions. The furniture and furnishings are full of ancient charm, and none of the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall are made by everyone.

But they all have their own merits, almost as good as the former, which shows that Tang Yixiong's vision is indeed very good.

There is also an ancient painting hanging on the load-bearing square pillar. Different from other paintings and calligraphy, it is framed very luxuriously, with a gold-plated frame and covered with crystal-clear and flawless glass.

There is an octagonal pavilion in the painting. A pretty woman with light makeup, wearing a pink garland on her head and an elegant long skirt, sits sideways on the pavilion. She holds her chin in her hands and looks at the red clouds on the horizon, not far away in the background.

There is a thatched house.

It was this painting that fell into Zhao Fan's eyes, and seemed to turn into a dynamic scene. The woman's every frown was extremely vivid, smoke curled up from the thatched house, and there were even dragonflies lingering on the woman's wreath, and the sunset glow also appeared.

Blowing in the wind.

At this time, the pretty woman turned her head as if aware of it, and her eyes met Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan calmly released his Heavenly Eye, as if nothing had happened. He looked around at the calligraphy and paintings and exclaimed: "Mr. Tang, these collections of yours are no worse than those of famous artists. Where did you get them? How come I didn't come across them?"

Woolen cloth."

Tang Yixiong was very happy after hearing this. He said: "There are too many origins, they can be found everywhere, but now people are too chasing after fame and ignore the essence of many ancient calligraphy and paintings. I will follow Guodong and call you Xiaofan. If you like

Which one, I will give it to you as a gift for our first acquaintance."

"real?"

Zhao Fan pretended to be excited. Seeing Tang Yixiong nod, he came to the wall and looked at each one. Until he had browsed them all, he suddenly came to the load-bearing square pillar as if he had discovered a new world. After a close observation, he didn't look too much.

unexpected.

Li Guodong was surprised. This old friend, who regarded calligraphy and painting as his life, would usually be disgusted even if he touched him, but when he met Zhao Fan for the first time, he would give him calligraphy and painting as a meeting gift. He is indeed a master, and he has a charming personality.

At this moment, Zhao Fan's eyes fell on the signature in the lower right corner of the painting, "Luo Wuxin."

"This is..." With a sharp look, he knew the origin of this painting. In the secret book passed down from generation to generation by the Great Master of Creation, the three words Luo Wuxin appeared, more than once.

And every name worthy of being written down by the Great Master of Creation is a mysterious and extraordinary person.

Zhao Fan recalled it, and it was recorded in Volume 17:

Luo Wuxin, whose real name is unknown, was born in a poor family. He studied poetry and books but lost his reputation. From then on, he worked at home and farmed until he was fifty years old. During a long trip, there was a heavy rain on the way, so he spent the night in a roadside pavilion.

At dawn the next day, Luo Wuxin changed his itinerary and went straight back home, where he became a painter.

He is good at putting his soul into his paintings, making them lifelike, but he neither sells nor gives them away.

All wandering ghosts with a radius of hundreds of miles have their destinations, so they are called "soul paintings." Each painting has an octagonal pavilion.

A hundred years later, Luo Wuxin carved a couplet on the prepared tombstone: "One painting changes one emotion, one emotion changes one life." After that, he lay down in the coffin and ordered his children and grandchildren to bury him in the earth.

The paintings he wrote disappeared overnight and are missing.

Volume 19 also contains a record about Luo Wuxin, which was an experience of the great master of good fortune walking in the world. At that time, a widow picked up a painting from somewhere and thought that the man in the painting was particularly handsome, so she painted it.

Hanging it at home. After that, the man in the painting seemed to have come to reality, living with her, having fun every night. After a year, the widow began to get sick, and various diseases took turns, almost physical.

There were problems with every part of her body, but the man was always there to take care of her.

Another year passed like this. One day, the widow's health suddenly improved, but the neighbors never saw the man again. That day, the widow took down the painting, put it face down on the street in front of her door, and poured oil on it.

Burn to ashes.

What is puzzling is that the widow's temperament changed drastically, and her living habits were completely different from those in the past. She loved drinking and gambling. It was said that she was even seen visiting a brothel.

Finally, the great master of creation found out the truth of the matter.

The painting picked up by the widow was written by Luo Wuxin. The man was a ghost living in it. Just like the tomb couplet said, the painting led to a relationship. It was also because of this relationship that the widow fell in love with the man who turned into a ghost.

If you are unable to extricate yourself, and if you are taken care of by him for a long time, you will unconditionally trust the other person. In this case, it is the opportunity to seize the other person.

The ghost lured her soul into the painting, settled in the empty and ownerless body, and then burned the painting scroll that trapped the widow's soul. The ghost would never come back, and the ghost continued to live in the world instead.

This kind of ghost that lives in the painting has a general name, "the fairy in the painting."

The fragrance of ink is blended into the painting when it is painted, and it is difficult for even the Great Master of Good Fortune to distinguish it through the scent. The fairy in the painting specifically selects lonely people who are easily deceived, and relies on his acting skills to gain trust while wearing away the other person's confidence.

body, when the time comes, it will trick its soul into the painting prison.

Zhao Fan sighed in his heart. If he allowed this matter to develop, I am afraid that in less than two years, the pretty woman in the painting would be replaced by Tang Yixiong, and the "Tang Yixiong" at that time would no longer be the real one.

An old general.

This is like boiling a frog in warm water. All the wandering ghosts that Luo Wuxin paints with their souls are all lowly Zhan Wuzha. Even if Tang Yixiong is old, he cannot seize the body by force. After all, this is an act against nature.

.Therefore, only in that way can a body be reborn, otherwise it will be unable to bear the rejection and both body and soul will be destroyed.

"Mr. Tang..." Zhao Fan faced Tang Yixiong, pointed at the painting hanging on the load-bearing square pillar, and said with a smile: "I want this one."

Tang Yixiong's expression changed. He shook his head subconsciously and said, "No."

Li Guo vaguely felt that Zhao Fan saw something wrong in the painting, so he said from the side: "Why? Yixiong, I remember that you have a consistent style. You said before that you let Xiaofan pick a painting at will and give it to him.

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"Everything else is fine, but I can't give this one away." Tang Yixiong was so nervous that he ran over and picked off the painting and held it in his arms. He looked at Zhao Fan as if he was about to take away his wife.

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"Why are you so anxious?" Li Guodong stood between the two of them for fear of a conflict and said.

While stroking the glass of the painting, Tang Yixiong said: "I'm a little tired today, so I won't spend more time with you. Let's go back."

Li Guodong was stuck on the ground in embarrassment, neither leaving nor staying.

After a while, Zhao Fan's voice sounded like thunder on the ground, "Man and ghost are on different paths, do you want me to ask you to come out? Why don't you show up quickly!"

The tip of his left index finger had been scratched with other nails, and a drop of bright red blood floated on it. He pointed at the painting in Tang Yixiong's arms, as if to threaten him.

"What are you doing? If you keep messing around, I'll call the security guards!" Tang Yixiong's face became so angry that even his neck turned red.

"Even now, haven't you found your way back?" Li Guodong looked at his old friend and sighed: "Yixiong, to be honest, I invited Xiaofan here today just for you. He is a man with great talents.

The transcendent existence of this thing.”

"You..." Tang Yixiong said angrily: "Join a team to deceive me, okay, you Li Guodong, break off our friendship!"

"It's too soft, so I have to use something hard." When Zhao Fan saw that the female ghost didn't show up, he flicked his fingertips, and the drop of blood fell on the face of the woman in the painting, even though there were layers of

The glass blocks the outside but also penetrates everything.

Next, a blood-colored mist appeared on the painting, and soon the entire painting turned into blood.

"ah……!"

The sharp female screams floated through the second floor, and Li Guodong felt that his ears were about to be deafened. The next second, a pretty woman appeared out of thin air next to Tang Yixiong. No matter in appearance or dress,

It's no different from the one in the previous painting.

She seemed to have lost her strength, clinging softly to Tang Yixiong, breathing heavily as if she was in a state of panic.

"The fairy in the painting." Zhao Fan looked directly at the female ghost and said, "Tell me your name."

"Little... the little girl's name is Su Yu, and she is meeting the master." The female ghost said with difficulty. Zhao Fan's blood drops caused her to be severely injured, and she was almost unable to resist. Who made her just a living creature?

What about the wandering ghosts in the ghost paintings?

Tang Yixiong hugged Su Yu tightly, "Zhao Fan, what do you want? Don't hurt her!"

In this posture, if someone disagrees with you, he will fight to the death.

Li Guodong, on the other hand, fell into silence. It was the first time he saw a ghost and he was really frightened. However, he saw an old friend being haunted by a ghost and was still obsessed with it. He didn't know how to persuade him.

"wrong."

At this time, Zhao Fan suddenly raised his eyebrows, then wrinkled his nose and said, "There is one more."

"What else?" Li Guodong and Tang Yixiong were stunned on the spot.

And Su Yu, the female ghost, looked very frightened, as if there was someone in this place who scared her more than Zhao Fan.

"The scent of the fairy in the painting is very unique, it is the scent of calligraphy and ink." Zhao Fan put his hand into his backpack, grasped the Zhuxie pen, and said, "But Mr. Tang's mansion has a faint scent everywhere.

, it should be a mixture of rouge, gouache and spices, completely different from the one on Su Yu!"

"This...means that there is not only this female ghost hiding in the painting, but there is another one?" Li Guodong's legs went weak and he almost collapsed on the ground. In his mind, Zhao Fan was an omnipotent person.

The incompetent master cannot find where the second one is. How powerful is that ghost?

At this time, Tang Yixiong was also confused. He had no idea that besides his sweetheart Su Yu, there was a ghost in his home!

Zhao Fan really didn't feel it, and it was the same when he opened the Sky Eye. Everywhere he looked was empty. However, judging from Su Yu's reaction, she must have known it. Therefore, Zhao Fan stared at Su Yuchen
Chapter completed!