I remembered the story Ye Tingting told me just now. The person in this painting is the folk girl Jin Yao! But this Jin Yao was painted in the market and became a woman dancing on the stage.
"What is the folk girl scarf and Yao picture?" Fatty Wu asked me puzzledly.
I told Fatty Wu the story that Ye Tingting just told me. After listening to it, Fatty Wu said with a complicated expression, "Using blood as ink, bone as the pen holder, and hair as the refill is so evil, then I
Is this painting real?"
I raised my hand and placed it on the painting, feeling the texture of the paper. Painters can imitate, and some top painters can imitate top-notch famous paintings, but paper cannot imitate them. So those appraisals...
Masters who determine the authenticity of a painting often judge it from the perspective of paper.
I am not a treasure appraiser, but I can use my Qi observation skills to see and perceive the authenticity of this painting. No matter what object there is Qi, the older the object, the richer the Qi in it.
If this painting is really made with blood, then he must still be alive no matter how many years he has passed.
I touched the facial tissue, and suddenly I had a strange feeling. It felt like touching a woman's skin. Yes, the facial tissue of this painting felt delicate and smooth. This smooth feeling was like
Touched on a woman's smooth skin.
"how so?"
I couldn't help but murmured. Fatty Wu was stunned when he heard this, "What's wrong? Mr. Li, is there something wrong?"
"Yes, there is a problem!" I said with certainty. "The problem lies in this painting. In addition to using blood as ink, bone as the pen holder, and hair as the refill, this painting also uses skin as paper.
This is painted on human skin, and it’s still a woman’s skin!”
My words shocked Fatty Wu!
"Women's skin? This...how is this possible! How are you sure?"
"It was touched out! But it would be nice if there was a woman here to compare it with!" I muttered in a low voice.
"Woman?" Before Fatty Wu could react, Huang Yiyi suddenly walked in from outside the door. She was holding two cups of milk tea in her hand. She put them on the table and said, "I'm sorry, I'm late! You guys?"
Where did you talk about it?"
Fatty Wu and I looked at Huang Yiyi. Huang Yiyi was stunned when she saw this. She blinked her big eyes and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Yiyi, you came at the right time. It's better to come early than to come by chance. Come over quickly and let Mr. Li touch it."
As soon as Fatty Wu said these words, Huang Yiyi's face turned as red as a tomato. She shouted angrily, "Fatty Wu, are you sick? What are you talking about?"
Fatty Wu quickly explained, "Mr. Li's fault lies in that painting. The painting was painted with human skin, and it was a woman's skin! He felt it looked like a woman's skin, but he wasn't sure.
, because it requires comparison! Only by touching the skin of a real person can he determine whether the painting was painted on human skin."
Huang Yiyi looked at me in surprise, asking me if the answer was true.
I nodded affirmatively and said, "Yes, that's what I said."
"Oh!" Huang Yiyi's expression softened a little. She was not a girl who didn't understand the overall situation, so she walked towards me, rolled up her sleeves, raised her smooth hands and said, "Then touch it!"
I hesitated for a moment and looked at the smooth little hand. Although I I have touched it, but not in front of others.
"Maybe, touching your hands is of little use! Your hands are often exposed to the sun and often cannot produce the best results. I want to touch your back. This painting should be made of paper made of the skin on your back. Your back contrasts
The effect will be better." I know this is a bit shameless, but what I said is the truth.
"Ah!" Huang Yiyi's face suddenly turned red. She looked at me awkwardly, and then looked at Fatty Wu.
Fatty Wu's eyes flickered for a while, and he said, "I avoid it, I don't look at it, I don't look at it."
After speaking, Fatty Wu walked out in a sensible manner.
Huang Yiyi turned around, opened her shirt, revealing her smooth and white skin, turned her back to me and said, "Come on, Li Yao!"
This is not the first time I have touched her back. The first time was in Hujiawan, when I drew talismans on her. But that time was different from this time. That time I was drawing talisman, just touching with my fingertips, but now it is
You have to touch the whole palm of your hand.
I gritted my teeth and made up my mind and said, "Okay, I'm sorry."
As I spoke, I raised my hand and put it on her back. As soon as my hand touched it, she shivered. I didn't dare to move right away. I was so nervous because her skin was so smooth and delicate.
This is the first time I touch it so seriously.
After a few seconds, I found that she was a little better and adapted. I also adjusted my mentality and slowly moved down from her back. I could clearly feel her body shaking.
"Li Yao, do you need me to untie that?"
The bag did hinder my hand a little, but it didn't matter. I replied "No!"
From the back to the lower back, the touch is exactly the same! Smooth and delicate. The difference between the two is that Huang Yiyi's is exuding heat, while the painting has no heat.
I let go of my hand and said to her, "Sorry, I offended you."
Huang Yiyi turned her head and looked at me. Her cheeks were so red that they were almost bleeding. She bit her lip, shook her head at me and said, "It's okay. You are here to help my cousin. I should thank you."
"
"Have you finished touching it?"
I nodded and said, "Okay!"
"Then, is it the same as that painting?"
I nodded again, "Yes, it's the same. Let's call Fatty Wu in first!"
Huang Yiyi called out, and Fatty Wu walked in from the door. He asked with great concern, "How is it? Mr. Li, are they the same?"
"It's the same, the raw material of this painting is human skin!"
"Human skin painting, ghost painting skin?" Huang Yiyi looked at me in surprise.
I shook my head and said, "It's more powerful than ghost-painted skin! This is a kind of evil art, the art of resurrecting human skin. I have seen it in my grandfather's book before. The evil art says that as long as a person dies before his life span is over,
She paints with skin, using bones as brush, blood as ink, and hair as core. When she draws the appearance of the deceased on her own skin, as long as she absorbs enough of the essence of 365 people, that person will
Will be resurrected as a soul."
"Resurrection?" Fatty Wu said with a look of astonishment on his face, "Then, does that mean the woman in this painting is going to be resurrected?"
"Count the men up there. See how many men there are up there. If it reaches 365, they will naturally be resurrected." I was very surprised. I didn't expect to encounter such a man this time.
Something happened. I remembered the story Ye Tingting told me just now. The person in this painting is the folk girl Jin Yao! But this Jin Yao was painted in the market and became a woman dancing on the stage.
"What is the folk girl scarf and Yao picture?" Fatty Wu asked me puzzledly.
I told Fatty Wu the story that Ye Tingting just told me. After listening to it, Fatty Wu said with a complicated expression, "Using blood as ink, bone as the pen holder, and hair as the refill is so evil, then I
Is this painting real?"
I raised my hand and placed it on the painting, feeling the texture of the paper. Painters can imitate, and some top painters can imitate top-notch famous paintings, but paper cannot imitate them. So those appraisals...
Masters who determine the authenticity of a painting often judge it from the perspective of paper.
I am not a treasure appraiser, but I can use my Qi observation skills to see and perceive the authenticity of this painting. No matter what object there is Qi, the older the object, the richer the Qi in it.
If this painting is really made with blood, then he must still be alive no matter how many years he has passed.
I touched the facial tissue, and suddenly I had a strange feeling. It felt like touching a woman's skin. Yes, the facial tissue of this painting felt delicate and smooth. This smooth feeling was like
Touched on a woman's smooth skin.
"how so?" .??.
I couldn't help but murmured. Fatty Wu was stunned when he heard this, "What's wrong? Mr. Li, is there something wrong?"
"Yes, there is a problem!" I said with certainty. "The problem lies in this painting. In addition to using blood as ink, bone as the pen holder, and hair as the refill, this painting also uses skin as paper.
This is painted on human skin, and it’s still a woman’s skin!”
My words shocked Fatty Wu!
"Women's skin? This...how is this possible! How are you sure?"
"It was touched out! But it would be nice if there was a woman here to compare it with!" I muttered in a low voice.
"Woman?" Before Fatty Wu could react, Huang Yiyi suddenly walked in from outside the door. She was holding two cups of milk tea in her hand. She put them on the table and said, "I'm sorry, I'm late! You guys?"
Where did you talk about it?"
Fatty Wu and I looked at Huang Yiyi. Huang Yiyi was stunned when she saw this. She blinked her big eyes and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Yiyi, you came at the right time. It's better to come early than to come by chance. Come over quickly and let Mr. Li touch it."
As soon as Fatty Wu said these words, Huang Yiyi's face turned as red as a tomato. She shouted angrily, "Fatty Wu, are you sick? What are you talking about?"
Fatty Wu quickly explained, "Mr. Li's fault lies in that painting. The painting was painted with human skin, and it was a woman's skin! He felt it looked like a woman's skin, but he wasn't sure.
, because it requires comparison! Only by touching the skin of a real person can he determine whether the painting was painted on human skin."
Huang Yiyi looked at me in surprise, asking me if the answer was true.
I nodded affirmatively and said, "Yes, that's what I said."
"Oh!" Huang Yiyi's expression softened a little. She was not a girl who didn't understand the overall situation, so she walked towards me, rolled up her sleeves, raised her smooth hands and said, "Then touch it!"
I hesitated for a moment and looked at the smooth little hand. Although I I have touched it, but not in front of others.
"Maybe, touching your hands is of little use! Your hands are often exposed to the sun and often cannot produce the best results. I want to touch your back. This painting should be made of paper made of the skin on your back. Your back contrasts
The effect will be better." I know this is a bit shameless, but what I said is the truth.
"Ah!" Huang Yiyi's face suddenly turned red. She looked at me awkwardly, and then looked at Fatty Wu.
Fatty Wu's eyes flickered for a while, and he said, "I avoid it, I don't look at it, I don't look at it."
After speaking, Fatty Wu walked out in a sensible manner.
Huang Yiyi turned around, opened her shirt, revealing her smooth and white skin, turned her back to me and said, "Come on, Li Yao!"
This is not the first time I have touched her back. The first time was in Hujiawan, when I drew talismans on her. But that time was different from this time. That time I was drawing talisman, just touching with my fingertips, but now it is
You have to touch the whole palm of your hand.
I gritted my teeth and made up my mind and said, "Okay, I'm sorry."
As I spoke, I raised my hand and put it on her back. As soon as my hand touched it, she shivered. I didn't dare to move right away. I was so nervous because her skin was so smooth and delicate.
This is the first time I touch it so seriously.
After a few seconds, I found that she was a little better and adapted. I also adjusted my mentality and slowly moved down from her back. I could clearly feel her body shaking.
"Li Yao, do you need me to untie that?"
The bag did hinder my hand a little, but it didn't matter. I replied "No!"
From the back to the lower back, the touch is exactly the same! Smooth and delicate. The difference between the two is that Huang Yiyi's is exuding heat, while the painting has no heat.
I let go of my hand and said to her, "Sorry, I offended you."
Huang Yiyi turned her head and looked at me. Her cheeks were so red that they were almost bleeding. She bit her lip, shook her head at me and said, "It's okay. You are here to help my cousin. I should thank you."
"
"Have you finished touching it?"
I nodded and said, "Okay!"
"Then, is it the same as that painting?"
I nodded again, "Yes, it's the same. Let's call Fatty Wu in first!"
Huang Yiyi called out, and Fatty Wu walked in from the door. He asked with great concern, "How is it? Mr. Li, are they the same?"
"It's the same, the raw material of this painting is human skin!"
"Human skin painting, ghost painting skin?" Huang Yiyi looked at me in surprise.
I shook my head and said, "It's more powerful than ghost-painted skin! This is a kind of evil art, the art of resurrecting human skin. I have seen it in my grandfather's book before. The evil art says that as long as a person dies before his life span is over,
She paints with skin, using bones as brush, blood as ink, and hair as core. When she draws the appearance of the deceased on her own skin, as long as she absorbs enough of the essence of 365 people, that person will
Will be resurrected as a soul."
"Resurrection?" Fatty Wu said with a look of astonishment on his face, "Then, does that mean the woman in this painting is going to be resurrected?"
"Count the men up there. See how many men there are up there. If it reaches 365, they will naturally be resurrected." I was very surprised. I didn't expect to encounter such a man this time.
