The reason why it becomes like this is because there is a resentful spirit living in the inkstone, which makes the inkstone evil. In order to survive, the resentful spirit confuses people's minds and tempts people to offer their blood to it.
Hearing this, Yang Songbai and Zhou Yuanxing were unhappy and said, "You must have read it wrong. This Duanxi blood inkstone has been identified by several famous artists and is definitely a treasure."
Ji Wufeng smiled slightly and said, "You suspected that what I saw before was all illusions, because I had given you medicine. I want to say the following words, I hope you can be sure whether I had given you medicine?"
"What do you want to say?"
Zhang Chen glared.
"I'm afraid that you'll see something you haven't seen before, and I said that I've given medicine and I've seen only illusions."
Ji Wufeng shrugged and said.
Without waiting for everyone to say anything, Yang Qingwu said, "I have been paying attention to you since you entered the door. Even if you want to drug it, there is no chance."
Yang Qingwu, like Zhang Chen, did not believe Ji Wufeng. It was almost certain that the ghosts Zhou Yuanxing and Yang Songbai saw before were illusions that were seen by drugs.
So she has been paying attention to Ji Wufeng, hoping to find evidence of his drugging and bring him to justice, but in the end she confirmed that he did not drug.
"That's good."
Ji Wufeng turned his head and looked at Yang Songbai and asked, "I ask you, do you often drip your blood into the inkstone to grind ink?"
Yang Songbai was stunned. Everyone knew that what Ji Wufeng said was true when he looked at his expression.
Zhang Chen curled his lips and said, "What's the matter?
Using your own blood to make ink can make ink spiritual, which is a method passed down by the ancients."
"Yes, the ancients did have this method, but the ancients probably wouldn't do this, right?"
Ji Wufeng took a step forward and suddenly grabbed Yang Songbai's arm.
Everyone was startled, and Zhang Chen immediately said angrily: "What do you want to do?"
Ji Wufeng rolled up Yang Songbai's sleeves, and everyone was stunned. Yang Songbai's arms were covered with dense scars, all of which were cut. Some of them were very deep and almost cut to the bone.
Zhou Yuanxing took a deep breath and said, "Old Yang, what are you doing?"
It was true that the ancients used blood to grind ink, but Yang Songbai was too much and was simply self-harm.
Yang Song looked at Ji Wufeng with fear. Even his wife didn't know about using blood to grind ink. How did Ji Wufeng know about it?
Ji Wufeng asked Yang Songbai: "Think carefully, are you getting more and more blood from ink and drops, more and more frequently, and sometimes you are not even under your control?"
Yang Songbai's face turned pale in an instant, and he nodded and said, "Yes, I think the more blood I drip, the better my calligraphy will be, and the more I write, the more excited I will be. Sometimes I sleep well in the middle of the night, and I have to write a pair of them by mistake."
Whenever he finished writing, he decided to restrain himself when he saw the terrifying wounds on his body, but before he wrote every time he thought he was like a demon.
"That's because after this inkstone is supplied by your blood, it becomes stronger and stronger, and the blood it needs becomes more and more. Just like raising pigs, the more you eat after you are fat."
Ji Wufeng said.
"Absurd, nonsense, you can tell all this kind of deceptive talk of ghosts and gods, and you still say you are not a liar?"
Zhang Chen said angrily.
"Is it nonsense? I would like to ask Mr. Yang that he would know the truth that he would lose his ambitions as an education master. How could he do such extreme behavior because of his love of calligraphy?"
Ji Wufeng looked at Yang Songbai and said.
Sure enough, as soon as Ji Wufeng said this, everyone's faces changed.
Especially Yang Qingwu, my grandfather taught him since he was a child that people can have preferences, but they must not be too addicted, otherwise they will lose their ambitions.
And Yang Songbai is more than just a toy and loses his ambition?
It's like a toy! "No, you charlatan, I want to call the police to arrest you!"
Zhang Chen jumped and said.
But at this moment, Yang Songbai's face changed, and his emotions seemed to be very excited. He sat at the desk and said, "No matter what, I have to write a piece of words first."
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the knife and wanted to bleed into ink! Everyone was stunned. No matter whether what Ji Wufeng said before was true or false, it was scary enough. Yang Songbai actually had to bleed into ink at this time. No matter how you look at it, she felt extremely weird.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?
Put the knife down quickly!”
Yang Qingwu stepped forward and grabbed Yang Songbai's hand.
Yang Songbai's eyes suddenly showed fierceness and said, "Let me go, I must write a picture now. If anyone stops me, don't blame me for being rude!"
Yang Qingwu had never seen Yang Songbai's fierce look before. He was so scared that he retreated directly. Yang Songbai waved his knife and cut it on his arm, and blood sprayed into the inkstone.
Seeing this scene, everyone's hair was standing on. Yang Songbai was simply obsessed with evil, lost his mind, and went crazy! "Great immortal, please save the old man quickly. If this continues, he will die!"
The old lady grabbed Ji Wufeng's arm and cried.
After Yang Songbai cut his arm, he looked crazy and murmured: "It's not enough, it's not enough, it's far from enough!"
After saying that, he cut himself a few more times, and the deeper he cut it. Finally, he raised the knife and cut it towards his throat! "Grandpa..." Yang Qingwu screamed in fear and rushed over to grab the knife.
But Yang Songbai's eyes were red and his face was covered in ferociousness, and he sternly said: "You dare to stop me, I want to kill you!"
The moment she saw Yang Songbai's face, Yang Qingwu was stunned. Although it was still the face of her grandfather, she was sure that the person in front of her was definitely not her grandfather.
Her grandfather would never want to kill anyone, let alone kill her granddaughter! "Be careful!"
Seeing that the knife was about to stab Yang Qingwu, everyone screamed in fear.
Ding! A crisp sound was clamped by two fingers when the knife was only one centimeter away from Yang Qingwu's body.
It was Ji Wufeng who took action, stared at the inkstone and said coldly: "You are too greedy!"
He suddenly slapped the inkstone with a palm, and a blood-red mist suddenly rose from the inkstone, and a terrifying face appeared in the blood mist.
"Oh my god, that's a ghost!"
Zhang Chen was so scared that he fell to the ground and got into the table.
Yang Qingwu was so scared that she lost her vigor. She screamed and turned around and jumped on Ji Wufeng's body and hugged his neck tightly, trembling all over.
Killer! As soon as Ji Wufeng exerted his finger, the knife in Yang Songbai's hand broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.