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Chapter 66 Nightmare

"What does it mean to turn around on your own?" Shen Beizhu paused.

"It's what you think." Yan Yan said, "Qingyu and I were both in the house at the time, and no one noticed it."

That scroll seemed to be provoking both of them.

Xu Yiyuan and the boy returned to the yard, and the boy saw the secret play picture still hanging on the wall.

He had had evil thoughts when he first saw this secret play picture, but now he only felt that the woman's bright red lips looked like she had eaten human flesh.

When the doctor came to treat Xu Yiyuan, the boy couldn't bear it anymore. With so many people in the room, he stepped forward and took down the secret play picture.

All the way along the veranda to the lake, after looking at Yan Yan and the others, he threw the secret play picture into the lake.

The secret play picture soaked in the lake water gradually sank, and when it was about to be submerged by the bottom of the lake, the woman on the picture scroll suddenly smiled strangely.

The boy was frightened and his legs immediately became weak and he almost fell to the ground again. He reluctantly held on to the fence and returned to the yard.

In the yard, all the doctors who came to treat him had left. The boy adjusted his breathing and went into the house to serve.

As soon as he put one foot into the house, the boy's whole body began to tremble.

Across the side of the screen, there is a scroll hanging on the wall of the bedroom, with half of a woman's figure revealed on the scroll.

"Brother Shuangmao, why are you sweating?" The maid serving Xu Yiyuan walked to the door of the house and saw the young man standing still.

"Did you, did you see that painting?"

The maid followed Shuangmao's line of sight, her face turned red and she lowered her head, "Of course I saw it."

The boy's hands were holding on to the door frame, his nails digging into it.

He obviously threw the painting into the lake.

Why?

Why does it still appear!

"Brother Shuangmao?" The maid looked at Shuangmao worriedly.

"Xiao Cui." Shuang Mao took the medicine bowl in the maid's hand, "Go and find a place to throw the painting away. It's best to burn it. I'll bring you the medicine."

"But that's the young master's painting..."

"Just throw it away if I tell you to!" Shuangmao said sternly.

The maid was frightened and trembled. Xu Yiyuan in the bedroom also heard the sound and called Shuangmao to come in.

Shuangmao's hand holding the medicine bowl kept trembling as he walked to the young master's bed without looking away.

But he still couldn't help but turn his eyes to the secret play picture.

The woman in the secret play picture still looks charming, and she doesn't look weird after falling into the lake.

Shuangmao lowered his head with a sigh.

I happened to look into the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

The bronze mirror shone right on the face of the woman in the secret play. Her distorted face and fist-sized eyes stared at him, and she slowly narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"Bang!" The medicine bowl fell to the ground, and scattered pieces jumped onto the bed.

Xu Yiyuan frowned, not angry yet.

Shuangmao screamed and ran out without even realizing he had knocked down the maid.

He ran all the way to the waterside pavilion, huddled next to Qingyu, and kept mumbling.

"do not come."

"do not come."

"do not come!"

Yan Yan yawned, turned over and continued to fall asleep.

"What's wrong with him?" Shen Beizhu pushed her and asked.

"I don't know, I'm not good at dealing with living people." Yan Yu muttered, "But this little guy will go crazy sooner or later, but it's just a coincidence that he went crazy when we came here?"

In order to lure the evil spirits to show themselves, Yan Yu not only concealed his aura, but also pretended to be a lure for ghosts.

Qingyu is a Taoist priest, and his yang energy is stronger than that of ordinary people, but it is just like a bone in a dog's eyes, even if it is an evil ghost, it will take a bite.

When these two come together, even the evil spirit himself can't help but want to appear.

The ghost in this painting is the first one who dares to show off his power in front of them.

Qingyu took out a piece of talisman paper and lit it with a fire fold.

Shen Beizhu was fine at the side, so he subconsciously handed over a tea cup.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen, but I don't have the hands to take it now." With that said, Qingyu blew the ashes of the talisman on Shuangmao.

"Um, I thought you were going to feed him Fu Shui." Shen Beizhu took back the tea cup with a slight embarrassment.

"We use unrefined cinnabar to draw the talisman." Qingyu said seriously, "That kind of cinnabar is poisonous."

"Thank you, Master, for reminding me." Shen Beizhu clasped his fists.

He couldn't help but think of those immortality pills that His Majesty took. If he remembered correctly, one of them contained cinnabar.

Cinnabar is also found in traditional Chinese medicine. Maybe he overthought it.

Shen Beizhu shook off the random thoughts in his mind.

After the ashes of the talisman fell on Shuangmao, he fainted.

Qingyu dragged Shuangmao to a sunny place on the waterside pavilion and let him bask in the sun.

The maid Xiao Cui limped over looking for Shuang Mao. After bowing to the three of them, she saw Shuang Mao lying on the ground and wanted to help him.

"Let him lie down somewhere first, otherwise he will get hysterical again."

"yes."

"What just happened?"

Xiaocui explained to them in detail the abnormality of Shuangmao just now.

"He asked you to take down the painting and destroy it?"

"Yes." Xiaocui pursed her lips, "When the servants came here, they heard something strange. They said that Shuangmao had clearly taken the scroll out of the bedroom before."

"Girl, go back and cover the painting first. Don't touch it for now."

Xiaocui wanted to ask something, but she didn't ask it.

After the others left, Shen Beizhu asked, "Don't we destroy the painting first?"

"This one has been ruined and there are countless others. The troublesome thing is the ghost in the painting." Qingyu said, "When I did this for Mr. Xu, the ghost did not leave any trace on his body. If there is a trace, we can follow it." solved."

Shen Beizhu was heartbroken.

No wonder that after Xu Yiyuan woke up, Yan Yan and Qing Yu had no expression on their faces.

"Then we are at our wits end?"

"No, since it won't come out, we will find a way to get in." Qingyu suddenly blushed, "We are going to check out the pink girl's room."

"That's just right, it's getting dark soon, and we can join in the busiest time at this time." Shen Beizhu said, and when he turned around to call Yan Jie, he saw that Yan Jie was sleeping soundly.

Speaking of it, this was the first time he saw Yan Yan sleeping soundly.

Maybe it was because he had a nightmare, but Yan Yan's brows didn't even open.

Scattered snow falling on the lake drifted into the waterside pavilion and fell on Yan Yan.

Shen Beizhu reached out and covered her with his cloak.

As soon as he retracted his hand, Yan Yan sat up suddenly, stretched his hand to his neck and pulled Hei Ling down.

Half of the broken black silk was in her hand, and the other half was still hanging around her neck.

Yan Yan came to his senses and pinched his brows, "I had a nightmare."

That's why she hates winter.

Whether she is awake or asleep, it always reminds her of her death.

And when I was confused and confused in Yin'an City.

——Sure enough, nothing good happens when it snows.

On the snow-white neck, a bloody red line circled the neck.

Shen Beizhu and Qingyu both noticed it, but neither asked about it.

"You should put on this cloak first." Shen Beizhu tied the cloak around Yan Yan's neck.

The cloak has a standing collar, which just covers the bloody line.

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