There was a "crash" and the glass shattered all over the floor.
Xu Zhiming was startled by Ye Qiu's actions and asked: "Xiaoye, what are you doing?"
"Uncle Xu, there is something wrong with this painting." Ye Qiu said.
Xu Zhiming walked quickly to the ancient painting, took a look at it, and asked, "What's the problem?"
Ye Qiu said: "Uncle Xu, please touch the ancient paintings with your hands."
Xu Zhiming stretched out his fingers and gently touched the ancient painting.
Instantly, a cold air penetrated his skin, as if what he was touching was not an ancient painting, but a piece of ice.
"Why is it so cold?"
After Xu Zhiming finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and asked: "Is it Yin Qi?"
Ye Qiu nodded slightly.
When he smashed the picture frame just now, he felt a strong death breath coming towards his face.
Xu Zhiming became even more confused and asked: "How come there is death energy on ancient paintings?"
Ye Qiu said: "If I guessed correctly, this ancient painting should have been dug out of an ancient tomb. Moreover, it is not an ordinary ancient tomb, but a murderous tomb."
Xu Zhiming was taken aback: "A murderous tomb?"
Seeing his confusion, Ye Qiu explained: "It's an ancient tomb where many people died."
So that’s it.
Xu Zhiming seemed to think of something again and said: "That's not right. It is impossible for ordinary ancient paintings to be preserved in tombs for hundreds of years. Even if they are well preserved, they will oxidize once exposed to air. Why is this ancient painting not damaged at all?"
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"Uncle Xu, when you touched this painting just now, besides feeling the coldness, didn't you find anything else?" Ye Qiu said: "This ancient painting was not painted on paper."
Xu Zhiming touched the ancient painting again and said in surprise: "It feels a bit like cloth?"
Ye Qiu nodded and said, "Uncle Xu's feeling is right. This is a special kind of cloth."
"This kind of cloth has a tough texture and is very thin. It feels like paper. Painting on this kind of cloth will last for thousands of years."
"This kind of cloth is not common. It is estimated that only the princes and ministers in ancient times could afford it."
Xu Zhiming asked: "Isn't this painting of extraordinary value?"
"Yeah." Ye Qiu hummed and said, "This painting is estimated to be sold for several million, or even tens of millions."
Xu Zhiming thought of something else, pointed to a dozen other ancient paintings on the wall, and said, "Then they..."
"They should have come out of the same tomb as this ancient painting. They both have the aura of death." Ye Qiu asked, "Uncle Xu, how long have these ancient paintings been hanging in the bedroom?"
"It was just hung up a few days ago." Xu Zhiming said: "A few days ago, my father held a dinner party at home, and many guests came."
"Almost every guest gave dad a gift."
"These ancient paintings were given by others. My father liked them very much. The day after the dinner, my father had these ancient paintings hung in the bedroom."
"Xiaoye, why are you asking this?"
"Is my father's illness related to these ancient paintings?"
Ye Qiu nodded.
"These ancient paintings have a strong aura of death. Not to mention that Mr. Xu is so old, even a young man like me will get seriously ill if he stays in this bedroom for a long time."
"Uncle Xu, do you know who gave these ancient paintings to Mr. Xu?"
Ye Qiu suspected that the person who sent the painting had bad intentions.
"Speaking of which, you also know the person who sent the painting to my father." Xu Zhiming said.
Ye Qiu was slightly surprised: "I know him? Is it Li Zhengxi?"
"it's him!"
Xu Zhiming said: "Not long ago, Li Zhengxi went to China to compete with you in his medical skills. In the end, he was afraid of death and called his father, hoping that he would come forward to find a way to save his life."
"When my father learned that you and Jang Geum knew each other, he asked Jang Geum to look for you. Later, my father even looked for senior officials of the Chinese military."
"Lee Chung-hee lost the competition and came to the dinner that night when he returned to Korea, and then gave these ancient paintings to his father."
Ye Qiu snorted coldly: "These ancient paintings are worth at least over 100 million. Li Zhengxi is willing to give them away. He is really generous."
Xu Zhiming said: "Li Zhengxi is a very cunning person. He had a purpose in giving these ancient paintings to his father."
"First, his father saved his life, and he wants to repay the favor of saving his life."
"Secondly, he knows that his father likes to collect, so giving him paintings is a good idea."
"Third, he wanted to use this to get closer to his father."
Ye Qiu suddenly said: "Uncle Xu, have you ever thought that maybe Li Zhengxi has a fourth purpose?"
Xu Zhiming was stunned: "The fourth purpose? What is it?"
"Maybe Li Zhengxi wants to kill Mr. Xu." Ye Qiu said.
Xu Zhiming shook his head: "This is impossible."
"Lee Chung-hee is a smart man. Although he is a Korean medical sage, he knows very well that if he dares to murder his father, he will die."
"What's more, these paintings were given to his father by Li Zhengxi in front of all the guests. If his father dies because of these paintings, he will be a suspect."
"Lee Chung-hee is so afraid of death that there is no way he would do such a stupid thing."
Upon hearing this, Ye Qiu realized that Xu Zhiming's analysis made some sense.
"Uncle Xu, hanging these paintings here will only aggravate Mr. Xu's condition. It's better to deal with it!" Ye Qiu said.
Xu Zhiming shouted: "Here comes someone."
Suddenly, two security guards walked in from outside.
Xu Zhiming ordered: "Take out all the paintings on the wall and burn them."
Ye Qiu was speechless. As expected of a top wealthy family, ancient paintings worth over 100 million were burned at will without blinking an eye.
After the security guard took away the ancient paintings, Ye Qiu clearly felt that the yin energy in the bedroom was no longer so strong.
He felt Xu Yuanzheng's pulse again.
Soon, Ye Qiu frowned again.
He found that Xu Yuanzheng's physical condition did not improve after the ancient paintings were taken away, and the cause of the disease was still not found.
"It's strange. Every disease has a cause. Why can't I find the cause of Mr. Xu's disease?"
Ye Qiu opened his eyes, his sight penetrated Xu Yuanzheng's skin and observed Xu Yuanzheng's internal organs.
everything is normal.
"It's a pity that the old thing is not with me. Otherwise, I can ask the old thing to do a divination, and maybe I can find some clues."
Ye Qiu secretly sighed.
At this moment, Priscilla Song's voice sounded outside the door: "Zhiming, Li Zhengxi and Li Minghan are here."
"What are they doing here?" Xu Zhiming asked.
Priscilla Song replied: "Li Zhengxi said that he found the cause of the disease and had a way to cure his father."
"Oh?" Xu Zhiming was a little surprised and asked, "Did Li Zhengxi tell me what the cause of his father's illness was?"
"Li Zhengxi said he wanted to tell you face to face." Priscilla Song said: "Zhiming, go and meet Li Zhengxi!"
Xu Zhiming said: "Hui Xian, please ask Li Zhengxi to come here."
"Okay." Priscilla Song left.
After hearing their conversation, Ye Qiu was confused. Even I haven't found the cause of the disease yet. Can Li Zhengxi find it?
