Chapter 100 Paper Boat (The chapter finally entered three digits, tears in my eyes~)
After examining these two paintings.
No unusual findings were found.
It's just an ordinary picture scroll.
It's not a valuable antique or a calligraphy and painting by a famous artist.
then.
The group of people walked towards the third painting in the room.
It was a picture of a scholar with a lonely figure on the Hanjiang River.
But this painting is not hanging behind the desk.
Instead, it was hung in front of the bedside of the Qingshui Gang leader.
Only half of the scholar's face can be seen in the painting.
But only half of his face.
It is also enough to see that the scholar's facial features are handsome.
"Could it be that the leader of the Qingshui Gang is Brokeback Mountain?"
"If a man wants to hang a picture of a lady in his room, why should he hang such a tacky picture of a man?"
"And it's hanging at the head of the bed, tsk tsk."
"Look at the angle of the scroll, does it look like the scholar is looking at the leader of the Qingshui Gang who lies in bed sleeping every night?"
The people who were discussing quietly behind the scenes this time were the same old government officials from before.
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
Jin An and Feng Captou carefully looked at the direction of the painting. Although the eyes of the sideways scholar in the painting were looking at Hanjiang, due to the coincidence of the hanging position of the painting, it turned out that they were looking at the bed.
people.
Coincidence?
When his fingertips touched the drawing paper and felt the first touch, Jin An immediately let out a sigh.
"Captain Feng, come and touch this scroll, what do you think?"
Jin An called Feng Baotou.
As soon as Feng Baotou touched the scroll, his fingertips felt like an electric shock and immediately moved away. Feng Baotou was surprised and said that this painting was colder than the cold river water in December. It was so cold.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Baotou was overjoyed: "Mr. Jin'an, is there something wrong with this painting?"
"Lao Fu, take people to other rooms on the ship to count how many similar paintings there are on this ship, Lao Fu, Lao Fu?"
Seeing that no one responded for a long time, Feng Captou turned around and looked behind him.
Another yamen officer replied: "Captain Feng, ever since you asked Lao Fu to go out, Lao Fu has never come back."
Feng Captou frowned.
"He Caisan, go and call Lao Fu back."
Who knows.
Once He Caisan leaves, he will never come back.
Feng Baotou waited and waited, but He Caisan never came back.
It was only then that everyone noticed something was wrong. It was so quiet outside the room...
So many brothers gathered outside the door, but not even the slightest sound or movement came into the room?
Jin An and Feng Baotou immediately led people to the door, only to find that the door was tightly closed. I wonder if they were taken by He Caisan when he went out.
But strange things happened one after another.
No matter how hard the yamen and Captain Feng tried to open the door, the door, which did not look thick, could not be pushed open.
Not moving at all.
Solid as gold and stone.
Feng Captou was shocked.
Then his face fell.
The scene in front of them was very obvious. They were being caught in a trap!
Become someone else’s trap!
Jin An also tried to push the door, but it didn't move at all. He looked around the whole room and thought for a moment.
Red blood power!
The blood is boiling and hot, and the veins and blood vessels on the arms are protruding.
sulfuric acid!
Jin An unsheathed his sword.
When the tiger evil sword was unsheathed, the thick and cold evil energy on the sword condensed into the phantom of a monster with dozens of pairs of hands and appeared again.
This time, the monster phantom still wants to bite Jin An, and wants to take away Jin An's body.
But not before meeting Jin An.
He was directly suppressed by the Tiger Evil Sword, and was finally dragged back into the knife with an unwilling roar, which turned into a strong evil-destroying evil spirit on the surface of the blade, and the edge of the blade greatly increased.
Evil spirit can destroy evil spirits!
The blade of killing karma is a suppressing weapon that can suppress all evil things!
Red blood power!
break out!
"Break it for me!"
The tiger evil knife in Jin An's hand turned into red light and black evil energy invisible to ordinary people's naked eyes. Like a door axe, it hit the wooden door in front of him heavily.
Boom!
An explosion was like thunder exploding in the ears. There was no smoke and dust billowing in front of me, and no wood chips were flying in all directions.
Under everyone's incredulous gaze.
The door in front of me was ignited and burned like a piece of paper that couldn't stand the scorching heat.
The ashes after burning pieces of paper flew into the air, and then fell on everyone's cheeks, still carrying a little residual warmth.
It wasn't until they were scalded by the remaining warmth on the ashes that everyone woke up, and in an instant they were like ants exploding in a pot.
"What's going on?"
"How could a good wooden door turn into paper?"
These government officials were panicked, and everyone's faces began to show fear, nervousness, and fright.
"A hallucination?"
"I must have seen it wrong!"
Some people thought they were hallucinating, turned around, picked up a flickering burning lamp oil on the table next to them, and smashed it against the wooden furniture.
However, something strange happened.
The lamp oil splashed all over the ground and burned fiercely, but the wooden furniture and the wooden floor under the feet were actually undamaged and were not ignited.
This directly goes against human common sense.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their scalps tightened with fear.
Not to mention this scene frightened these ordinary government officials, even Jin An's heart sank when faced with the strange scene in front of him.
Jin An walked to the wooden furniture and slashed it with the red light of the Tiger Saber in his hand.
Bang!
The wooden furniture in front of him was transformed into burning paper ashes under the scorching red light.
"Paper?"
"Paper-pricked person?"
The scene in front of me is so familiar.
Paper-made people are specially burned as sacrifices to the dead. In this world, in addition to paper-made people, paper-made people can also make paper-made houses, paper-made boats, paper-made horses, paper-made maids, paper-made sedan chairs...
Are ghosts hitting the wall?
Jin An was surprised. They didn't board a real ship at first, but entered a ghost ship?
"Crash, crash, it's a ghost ship!"
At this time, a frightened government servant interrupted Jin An's thinking.
"First the Fuping brothers disappeared, then Lao Fu, He Caisan, and dozens of brothers outside the door. Everyone disappeared one after another. We have encountered something dirty, and it will be my turn soon!"
"We are all going to die! We are all going to die!"
The yamen servant was so frightened that one of them yelled and screamed, while the other looked pale and wanted to run away.
Snap!
Feng Baotou slapped the frightened government servant until he passed out.
"Whoever dares to confuse the public and disturb the morale of the army with evil words again will be killed directly next time!"
Chongdian should be used in special times.
Chief Feng Baotou glared fiercely at the government officials, and all the government servants who looked at him with a fierce look lowered their heads, not daring to disobey the dignity that Feng Baotou had cultivated over the years.
Although the riot was temporarily suppressed, Capt. Feng knew that the crisis had not yet been resolved. He hurriedly asked Jin An for help in a low voice: "Master Jin An, what should we do next?"
They people can't see dirt.
At this time, all life-saving straws fell on Jin An.
At this time, Jin An had already figured out the situation at hand, so he said decisively: "Let's go get the painting hanging by the bedside of the Qingshui Gang leader, and then get off the boat immediately."
However.
When Jin An and Feng Captou led the people back to the bedside, they saw that the scholar in the painting had disappeared!
Only the cold river and the hanging moon are left in the painting!
Suddenly there is an extra blank space!
"this……"
The hair on the backs of Feng Baotou and the others all stood up, and everyone was frightened.