As soon as these words came out, Tongsuo was stunned. He was convinced by Li Yang's imagination. He could come up with such wild and unconstrained ideas.

However, if you calm down and think about it, a living person can appear in the painting, so it is not surprising that there are even weirder things.

I sat on the bedside, looked at the paintings spread out on the bed, breathed a long sigh of relief, and asked Tongsuo: "Then you can bring them back intact."

"Yes. As Lao Li said, I didn't even dare to frame it, for fear that Li Damin would be sealed in the painting and unable to come out." Tongsuo said.

I saw that in the upper left corner of the scroll, an area about the size of a small fingernail had obviously been scratched, revealing several layers of dyed paint underneath. It looked indeed mysterious.

As I watched, I suddenly thought of something and casually said: "Not good"

They both asked what happened

I pointed to the scratched piece of copper lock and asked, "Is this done by your friend?"

"Yes, he did it just to analyze the painting. The painting is not valuable," Tongsuo said.

I shook my head: "If the scroll is a world of its own, and Li Damin is in this space, have you ever thought about whether there would be a butterfly effect?"

Li Yang raised his eyebrows, turned over and sat up: "Butterfly Effect"

"Yes." I pointed to the scratch: "You just made a change on the edge of the painting, but have you ever thought about whether this small damage will cause some kind of complex chain in the entire world in the painting?

It affects the butterfly effect, and a slight difference can cause the results to be thousands of miles apart."

Tongsuo didn't want to listen: "You mean, if my friend scratches the paint, Li Damin will die in the painting and we are all murderers."

"That's not what I meant." I smiled bitterly: "I was just making an assumption."

Tongsuo showed no mercy to me: "This assumption of yours is quite fucked up."

"Okay, okay, you two, stop bickering. No matter how we guess, it will not help the real situation. The matter itself is beyond our knowledge, and there is no point in arguing over a mysterious and mysterious matter. Say.

Seriously," Li Yang said: "I have been studying this painting all afternoon, and I really found something interesting. Come and take a look."

Tongsuo and I looked at each other and smiled at each other, feeling a little embarrassed. We took the magnifying glass and found the place Li Yang was talking about.

That is the backyard of the mountain temple. The four walls enclose a small courtyard. The courtyard is full of huge ancient trees. The painting is of green pines and cypresses. The trees are like old ghosts stretching their waists, and the simple and desolate feeling is vivid.

On paper. In the yard, there is a man in a robe who looks like a monk, sweeping the yard with a broom that is as high as him. This man is hidden in the shadow of the trees, leaving only his back. It is outlined in white, but it is also vivid.

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This person is definitely not Li Damin. I recalled carefully that when I first saw this painting in Lin Xia's room, I did not notice the person in the painting. I was even unsure whether he was in the painting at that time.

"Did this monk appear suddenly?" I asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. What I want you to see is not this person, but this door." Li Yang clicked on a foot door in the backyard.

This foot door is very inconspicuous. Half of the door is hidden behind a huge stone in the yard. If he hadn't pointed it out to us, we wouldn't have found it at all.

I picked up the magnifying glass, leaned forward, almost put my face against it, and looked carefully.

Sure enough, I saw something strange. I looked up at Li Yang. Li Yang knew that I had discovered it by looking at his expression. He nodded. Tongsuo looked at the two of us suspiciously: "What's going on?"

I pointed to a spot on the door and said, "Look at this."

Tongsuo looked carefully with a magnifying glass and suddenly took a breath of air: "Fuck."

On this door, the Arabic numerals "48" and "8" are clearly written. There is also a mark on the bottom circle of the numerals.

You must know that this door is three points smaller than the fingernail of the little finger on the scroll, and only half of the door is exposed. The number "48" written on this half of the door is as small as a sesame seed and comparable to a hair.

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Such a small thing is extremely clear under a magnifying glass. I am sure that it is impossible to draw it with a brush. Moreover, there are no Arabic numerals at all on the Song Dynasty style scrolls.

For no reason, I felt a chill in my heart.

The room was quiet, no one spoke.

Tongsuo cleared his throat: "Couldn't this be written by Li Damin?"

We looked at each other, feeling terrified.

"If it was written by Li Damin, what does the number 48 mean?" Li Yang said to himself. No one can answer this question.

There are also clues running through my mind. Last night, Li Damin worshiped God in the temple with an unknown woman. Tonight, he came to the foot door of the backyard and wrote down the mysterious number.

So at this time, will he have already left the yard?

I hurriedly looked at the paintings. Going out from the backyard of the mountain temple was the road up the mountain. This winding path was attached to the back of an extremely steep cliff, winding away and disappearing into the mountains shrouded in white mist.

The more I looked at it, the more worried I became. The air in the room was so oppressive that I could almost squeeze out water.

Thinking about it really gave me a headache, so I changed the subject: "What was in the box taken out of the bathtub?"

Li Yang smiled secretly: "The things inside are very interesting. I plan on the three of us to come and play tonight."

He dragged the iron box out from under the bed. The lock on the head of the box was indeed unlocked. He carried it to the bed and opened the lid of the box.

The first thing I saw was that there was a strange picture covered with words in the box. If this picture were spread out, it would be about the size of an ordinary writing desk, with words arranged in a spiral shape from the center to all sides. Words and words.

There is no logical connection between them, it looks like they were written randomly.

Every word is red and bright, and the font is in regular script with a strict structure. The writing is smooth and beautiful. It is neat and elegant, as if it was written by a woman.

There is also a copper coin next to the picture. The coin is covered with patina, and the marks on it are all polished off. It is hard to tell what year it is. Intuitively, it should be an old thing.

I wondered: "This is"

"Have you ever played Bixian?" Li Yang asked.

"No. It's said that that thing is evil. I'm too busy playing with it."

"If you haven't played it before, I will ask you to open the foreign meat today. This is called Qian Xian'er, which is similar to the Pen Fairy and the Chopstick Fairy. They are all a kind of Fuqi. Do you understand Fuqi?"

"Just ask God"

"Almost. In this way, you can channel spirits, divination, invite ghosts, ask questions, etc. All in all, it's fun." Li Yang picked up the box: "Let's go to the living room to play."

I grabbed him and said, "Lao Li, don't, don't, I always feel something is not right. I have a very bad feeling, let's not play, this thing is too dangerous. Otherwise, let's visit the haunted house tonight."

Tongsuo sighed: "You can't enter the haunted house. As Lao Li said, the old woman named Liu who rented the house took the wrong medicine this morning and went to Lin Xia's residence. She was the only one.

His character, when he saw his house was in such a horrible state, he couldn't let it go. He called the police and stood in the corridor cursing for a whole day."

"Who are you calling Lin Xia?"

"But no, this girl is so arrogant that she even scolds the dead. She curses people with evil words and curses them to never be reborn. She is really poisonous. Later, she hired a housekeeper to clean up the house inside and out. Anyway,

It’s a hard day.”

Li Yang said: "The haunted house has been destroyed. All the clues have been lost if she was asked to mess around. Let's play Fuji tonight and invite Qian Erxian."

Tongsuo waved his hand: "If you want to play with you two, I can just watch. This thing was fished out from Lin Xia's bathroom. Who knows what's fishy about it, but I don't dare to play with it. Maybe Lin Xia is so obsessed with it.

, it’s hard to say even if you jump off a building.”

I quickly said: "Yes, yes, Lao Li, why don't you just play by yourself? Tongsuo and I will watch. If something happens, we'll have someone to take care of you."

Li Yangsheng dragged us together to the living room, took out the set of stilts from the box, and placed them on the table.

First lay out the strange picture, then put the ancient copper coin in the center of the strange picture, and finally take out an exquisite incense burner from the box.

This incense burner is only about the size of an adult's palm. It is made of bronze and is completely hollow. There is a movable lid on it, which is very delicate. What is a bit scary is that the base under the incense burner actually looks like a ghost, with a long head and a beard.

The eyes are extremely vicious. This evil ghost is facing up to the sky, holding the furnace body in his arms, looking eerie and inexplicable.
Chapter completed!