"Dr. Xu, are you saying there is something evil in my house?"

Zhou Jushu's face turned pale with fright, and he started to tremble a little when he spoke.

If he were to fight with real swords and guns, even if one person were to deal with a dozen of them, he would not even blink an eye!

However, this matter was so evil that it was completely beyond his cognition.

Xu Dong shook his head, "It's hard to say now. I can only go over and take a look first."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Zhou Jushu opened the car door himself and said respectfully, "Doctor Xu, please come quickly."

After the group got on the bus, they quickly left Baicaotang.

A few minutes later, a luxury car slowly stopped on the side of the road.

"Huh?"

"Why are people gone?"

Su Yuwei opened the car window and frowned.

The feedback she got was that the motorcycle was already in hand...

Ordinarily Xu Dong should have no car!

Normally, Xu Dong would stand at the door waiting for her at this time. This was already a silent understanding between the two of them.

Today there is not even a single figure.

what's going on?

After thinking for a long time, Su Yuwei hit the steering wheel angrily.

"Xu, you must be cruel!"

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Ten minutes later, Xu Dong arrived at Zhou Jushu's home.

As the leader of Tiger Hall, Zhou Jushu has an extraordinary status and is very particular about where he lives.

Next to it is an artificial lake. This area is also a famous wealthy area in Donghai. Like Haoting Jinyuan, they are all single-family villas.

On both sides of the lake, rows of trees rustled in the majestic wind.

The villa is also very well decorated, with a spacious living room, furniture and various ornaments, all arranged in an orderly manner.

There are also many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall. It doesn't look like a place where the master of the hall lives, but more like a collector.

Xu Dong glanced around, looked at Zhou Jushu, and couldn't help but said suspiciously, "Palace Master Zhou is also interested in antiques."

Dare you be interested?"

"Haha, it's just arty and self-cultivation."

Zhou Jushu laughed and made Xu Dong a cup of tea himself.

Xu Dong nodded, chatted for a few words, and wandered around the living room.

I have to say that the decoration of this villa is still very tasteful, and the furniture is arranged in an orderly manner. It can be seen that a lot of thought must have been put into it.

"Doctor Xu, how are you? Do you see any problems?"

Zhou Jushu walked over nervously.

Xu Dong shook his head, "I haven't found anything unusual yet."

"Doctor Xu, please sit down quickly. You haven't eaten yet. I'll order a meal for you."

Mrs. Zhou came over with a smile and a beautiful face.

Her real age is already in her forties, but she is well-maintained and has a graceful and luxurious temperament.

"No."

Xu Dong waved his hand.

"Doctor Xu, you saved my life. You are welcome to come here. You can treat me as your own home."

Mrs. Zhou's attitude is very gentle.

Xu Dong smiled, stood up, and was about to say something when his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a painting on the wall.

"hiss……"

He just felt a cold aura in this painting.

Could it be that……

Seeing his appearance, Zhou Jushu's heart moved: "Dr. Xu, did you discover something?"

Xu Dong waved his hand to signal him to stop talking, and then walked to the painting.

The painting shows a lady in ancient costume, with fluttering clothes and a fairy-like air, full of a spirit of freedom and ease.

"Palace Master Zhou, where did this painting come from?"

Zhou Jushu was surprised at first, and then hurriedly replied, "A friend gave it to me. He said it was painted by a master and is worth a lot of money."

"Is this painting fake?"

"Let's talk about the truth and falsehood first..."

Xu Dong shook his head and asked, "If I guess correctly, this painting will be with you for a few days, right?"

"Yes, he sent it the day before yesterday." Zhou Jushu hummed.

"The paint for this painting..."

Xu Dong took two steps forward, reached out and touched the maid's thick black hair, then got closer and smelled it, and was suddenly horrified!

"Dr. Xu, what's the problem?" Zhou Jushu asked quickly.

Xu Dong did not speak in a hurry, but looked at Mrs. Zhou and smiled slightly, "Mrs. Zhou, what you said just now makes me really hungry. Please help me order a meal."

"good."

Mrs. Zhou smiled and went back to her room to get her cell phone.

After her figure disappeared, Xu Dong spoke solemnly.

"All the black paint in this painting is corpse oil."

"Oil?" Zhou Jushu frowned, "No, I don't smell that pungent smell!"

Xu Dong explained, "It's not oil, it's corpse oil, corpse oil."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jushu almost fell to the ground.

"What's the meaning?"

“Why would you use something like this to draw?”

Goosebumps appeared all over his body, and he felt horrified just by listening to it.

"Harmful." Xu Dong looked at him and replied.

Zhou Hongming was slightly startled, and his voice sank, "Brother, who gave you this painting! Damn it, that bitch has no good intentions, I'm going to chop him up right now!"

"It shouldn't be..."

Zhou Jushu frowned, his expression solemn.

"I have no interest in any relationship with that person, so he has no reason to deal with me!"

"Could it be that……"

He wanted to hit here, he was frightened

, but did not continue.

At the same time, Zhou Hongming also looked stern, and a cold light flashed in his narrowed eyes.

Xu Dong noticed the change in the expressions of the two people, but this was Hutang's matter, so he didn't ask anything.

"Dr. Xu, since there is a problem with this painting, how can I resolve it?"

"Is it enough to burn it?"

Zhou Jushu came to his senses and held Xu Dong's hand.

Xu Dong could naturally feel his mood: "It's too late to burn it now."

"The evil thing like corpse oil has condensed a death energy, which has spread to your body. Even if you burn the painting, the death energy will not dissipate."

"Moreover, as time goes by, it will bring you more and more disasters."

After hearing these words, Zhou Jushu's heart gradually sank.

"Then, what should we do?"

As the leader of the Tiger Hall, he could have thousands of people come out with just one order, but now he was distracted by a painting.

What a huge irony!
To be continued...