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890. I Didn't Draw It Alone

"I don't know the specifics. I just heard that there used to be such a custom in Miao territory... How can I put it, using special paints and formations, the luck of the person in the painting can be changed to a certain extent?

Change... Later, this skill in Miaojiang was lost long ago. It is said that one of them fled to Jurchen, and then handed over this magical witchcraft to the Jurchen people who advocated faith. In the end, it became one of the Jurchen people.

The elder!"

Gu Qiandao spoke in fragments, but Wen Ranran understood it clearly.

"In other words... these things can instruct people to kill people?"

Gu Qiandao was silent for a while and said vaguely, "Actually, it's not entirely true... but it can indeed change a person's fortune to a certain extent, but you are like some people whose fortune has already reached rock bottom, and then you combine it with these things

Existence will directly result in negative consequences, ranging from various unfavorable conditions to severe death."

Such a mouthful? Wen Ranran took a deep breath. Although she still felt a little incredible, the fear in her heart had dissipated a lot.

It’s not just killing people without any logic...

"Furthermore, this kind of killing method has very high requirements for the portrait of the person. It must be lifelike and very vivid. Once there is the slightest deviation, it will be useless." Gu Qiandao spread his hands, "Tell me about you, anyway.

Pluto's destiny star, you are so scared by such a trivial matter, how can you go to Yizhou in the future? It is a place called the fairyland of the world, with all kinds of anti-human things, you are a fool, what can you do there?

Mix it up!"

Wen Ranran rolled her eyes, "You don't need to worry about that!"

Gu Qiandao curled his lips and smiled slightly when he saw Wen Ranran calm down.

After a night of silence, the next day, Wen Ranran finally had the courage to walk into the study again and asked Qian Yu to dig out all those things.

The paintings are all portraits, with two or three landscapes mixed in. However, the paper is yellowed, but it is already a long time ago.

In other words, Ji Xuyuan did not draw such murderous paintings directly from the beginning, or he received some kind of threats and instigation at a certain period before he started doing this outrageous thing.

There are hundreds of paintings, some good and some bad, which looks very overwhelming.

"Princess, these... portraits all put together are a bit eye-catching!" Qian Yu curled her lips and stepped back unconsciously.

No wonder Qianyu was scared, the people in these paintings were all so similar that if you stare at a painting for a long time, it would be as if the people in the painting could jump out and look for you at any time.

But Wen Ranran had obviously overcome this mental obstacle, and finally, with her keen eyesight, she picked out some paintings that didn't look quite like them.

The style of these paintings is slightly different from what Wen Ranran saw yesterday. Although they are all fine works, they are slightly different.

These paintings, which appear to have different styles, all have a small signature on them.

"Ji's Zirou..." Wen Ranran looked at the signature and finally understood.

"Queen Mother! Queen Mother!" Wen Ranran called Queen Tao almost immediately. Even her confidants who had nothing to do now were called to the hall by Wen Ranran.

Seeing one painting after another being placed in the hall, everyone felt a gloomy wind coming.

"Princess...this...what is going on?" Both Qianyu and Feng Qi and Du Tianji, who had already joined Qixing, frowned when looking at the painting.


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