Soon, a long and narrow painting box covering a black cloth was taken over.
Before he could open it, Ye Fan's eyelids twitched. He not only felt a wave of mental fluctuations, but also felt a sense of resentment.
When Sun Daoyi took the art box, his hands stagnated, and then placed it on the table and opened it in front of Ye Fan.
A picture of corpse driving with delicate colors and strokes is clearly presented to Ye Fan's eyes.
I saw a Taoist priest wearing yellow clothes, holding a peach wood sword and paper talisman, driving the seventy-two corpses out of a ruined charity village.
As the wind blew, the lights changed, and the Taoist priest and corpses on the picture seemed to come alive.
The bells are long, the yellow talisman is everywhere, and the peach sword is leading forward, which makes Ye Fan fall into the ancient and mysterious time in western Hunan.
What shocked Ye Fan even more was that he found that his appearance looked exactly the same as himself.
A trace of his consciousness also fell into the picture of driving the corpse.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt that the Taoist priest drove the corpse was his clone.
Ye Fan could even feel the reality of holding the peach wood sword and bell in his hand.
But before Ye Fan could feel it carefully, he saw a gust of cold wind blowing through the picture.
The dark clouds above the head dissipated and the moonlight poured down.
The paper talismans above the heads of the seventy-two corpses burned clean in a blink of an eye.
The corpses also raised their heads suddenly, and the fierce light was revealed.
They turned around, and howled ghosts surrounded Ye Fan and rushed towards him.
The slender and black nails can make Ye Fan feel the breath of death...
"Doctor Ye!"
When Ye Fan's cold sweat oozed out, a call made Ye Fan wake up.
Then, the black cloth covered the Luo family's corpse driving pictures again.
Sun Daoyi looked at Ye Fan and smiled softly: "Doctor Ye, have you fallen into it?"
Ye Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke in fear:
“This thing is a bit weird.”
He asked, "Where did this corpse-driven picture come from?"
"Half a year ago, I met the eldest son of the Luo family at the Fujit auction."
Sun Daoyi did not hide from Ye Fan: "It is the Luo family of the corpse-driven clan in China."
"I had some grudges with him in the past, so he sneered at me that I had a bloody disaster."
"I didn't listen well, so I took a lot of money to take pictures of the Luo family's corpse driving that he was going to bid for."
"I heard that this picture of Luo family driving corpse is a ancestral property of the Luo family, but it was sold by Master Luo who was addicted to gambling many years ago."
"The Luo family is now strong and powerful, destroying the Zhong family and becoming the first gray clan. In addition, Ye Tang's in-laws, I want to take pictures of the Luo family driving away the corpse again."
"As a result, I got it from a high price. Master Luo was furious and said that I would definitely regret it."
"I'm not a person who likes to win people's favor. I just want to hit him when he sees that Master Luo is too jumping."
"I'm going to watch the picture of the corpse driving the Luo family for a few days, and then give it to the Ye family for free, which will make Mr. Luo suffer a loss and embarrassment."
"But unexpectedly, as soon as I watched, I got stuck."
"Every time I open the Luo family's corpse driving picture to observe, I feel like I have fallen into the mysterious Xiangxi."
Sun Daoyi expressed his feelings: "It seems like he has become a corpse-driven Taoist priest."
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "After becoming a corpse-driven Taoist priest, those corpses will lose control and turn around and attack you wildly?"
"That's right, it seems that Dr. Ye has also fallen into it just now."
Sun Daoyi was very frank and told him what he felt:
"As you said, I became a Taoist priest, and the seventy-two corpses kept attacking me, and I kept fighting back."
"But every time I was torn to pieces by them, I died eighty times in about eighty games."
"I haven't won them once and even escaped their lives."
"My intuition tells me that this thing is a bit dangerous, but the stimulation makes me unable to stop observing."
"And my lifelong fighting spirit makes me want to win seventy-two corpses once."
"So for a while, I opened this painting and watched it as soon as I had time."
"As long as you observe, your whole consciousness and thinking will fall into it, and it is difficult to control yourself."
"Every time I try my best to fight, every time I wake up I'm exhausted."
"It seems that my body has been much worse because of this."
"Seeing that I am weak and my unfilial son is never before diligent, I keep looking for me for medicine and supplements."
"And then suddenly one day, my whole body was broken, with a little consciousness remaining, but I was no longer under my control."
"I can hear clearly when outsiders talk to me with Wu Juecheng, but I can't respond in an orderly manner, so I can only mumble a few words."
"And then, I met Dr. Ye and was treated by you before I woke up again."
"You just said that someone hypnotized me, it doesn't exist in my memory."
"But the incident is, this picture of corpse driving is a incident."
"Doctor Ye, with your attainments, can you tell that I was hypnotized by this painting?"
Sun Daoyi asked lightly, but there was a sharp look between his eyebrows.
If it is really related to this painting, the mastermind behind this may be related to the eldest son of the Luo family.
If this painting is not the same thing, I am afraid that the eldest son of the Luo family will ask someone to redeem it again.
"call--"
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath, took out the general jade and held it in his hand, and then looked at the Luo family's corpse and smiled:
"Mr. Sun's guess is correct. Your depression comes from this Luo family's corpse driving picture."
Sun Daoyi asked: "The Taoist priest and the seventy-two corpses in these pictures have a world of harmony?"
"Yes, they have problems."
Ye Fan has seen the picture of Luo family driving corpse, and he can see the problem:
"They are not normal Taoist priests leading or driving away, but they are arranged in a formation of sunflowers."
"The Taoist priest is in the middle, surrounded by seventy-two corpses. When you open the figure, you will instinctively look at the Taoist priest."
"This will concentrate your mind consciousness conditioned reflexes."
"Of course, this is just a superficial phenomenon."
"The real killing move in this picture is the formation of the Taoist priest and the seventy-two corpses, which immersed the last breath of many dying people."
"The last breath of a dead person is called disaster. This breath is the dirtiest and toxic thing that a person accumulates in his life."
"Especially those who are unwilling to accept their wishes, their tone is even more brutal."
"When you are sprayed withered by that breath, the flowers will wither, the birds will wither, and people will lose their vitality."
"What we often suffer is that we are suffering from this anger..."
"After this painting of corpse driving, it became a dangerous thing after being constantly influenced by evil spirits."
"Mr. Sun was curious and did not admit defeat and confronted him. As a result, he consumed his energy and fell into it."
"It has the same effect as the art of divine control."
Ye Fan explained the painting carefully to Sun Daoyi.
Sun Daoyi suddenly realized and then asked: "Can you say that Master Luo is planning to me?"
"I can't say anything about this."
Ye Fan chuckled: "But I can tell Mr. Sun that this is a dirty picture."
"The Luo family won't even give it to them for free."
"And with the current status and resources of the Luo family, it is as easy for them to create such a picture of corpse driving, just like eating and drinking water."
Ye Fan clicked until the end.
Sun Daoyi nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."
He included the Luo family on the enemy list.
"Come on, burn this painting for me."
I knew this was a dirty painting, even if it was worth more than one billion yuan, Sun Daoyi didn't want it.
"Mr. Sun, you can't burn it. It's easy to ask God to send him to God."
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "As soon as you burned, the picture was gone, but the resentment was left, which was not good for the Sun family."
Sun Daoyi was stunned, then stood up: "Please help from Dr. Ye."
Ye Fan did not feel embarrassed, and lifted up the black cloth and let the general go.
"Swoosh--"
Widths of black air instantly rose from the corpse-driven totem, accompanied by a faint shrill scream.
There were still a few wisps of black gas that wanted to escape, but the general's jade red light flashed and absorbed them mercilessly.
As the black air was closed, Sun Daoyi felt refreshed and the whole room became much brighter and more refreshing.
His eyes lit up: "Doctor Ye is indeed well-known, and Sun is impressed."
"Mr. Sun, please be polite."
Ye Fan threw the Luo family's corpse picture:
"It's no problem now, it can be collected or burned."
He added: "And if it disappears, Mr. Sun's spirit can recover faster."
"The ominous thing burned."
Sun Daoyi waved his hand and asked his subordinates to throw the corpse-killing picture away, then looked at Ye Fan:
"Doctor Ye, you helped me so much. I wonder if I have anything to help you?"
He was very direct: "As long as Dr. Ye said, Sun must be satisfied with all his strength."
"Hahaha, Mr. Sun is polite, but Ye Fan really has something to ask for."
Ye Fan hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to ask Mr. Sun to find a manager with a pure and reliable character for me."
"Doctor Ye Shen's family has great achievements and a wealth of talents. His two-year achievements are comparable to Sun's half of his life."
Sun Daoyi showed a hint of surprise: "Why do you still need a manager?"
"There are too many open cards and too few hidden cards." Ye Fan smiled: "I want to have an extra knife..."