Holy Bone

Chapter 100 The person in the painting (the chapter finally entered 3 digits, tears~)

After repeated inspection of the two paintings.

No abnormal findings were found.

This is just an ordinary picture.

It is neither a valuable antique nor a famous calligraphy and painting.

then.

The group walked towards the third painting in the room.

It was a picture of a scholar of the lonely shadow of the Hanjiang River.

But this painting is not hanging behind a desk.

Instead, it hangs in front of the bedside of the Qing Shui Gang leader.

Only half of the scholar's face can be seen in the painting.

But only with half a profile.

It is also enough to see that the scholar's facial features are handsome.

"Could it be that this Qing Shui Gang leader is a Brokeback Mountain?"

"If a big man wants to hang a picture of a charming lady in his room, how can he hang a cheesy man?"

"And it's still hanging on my bedside, tsk tsk."

"Do you look at the angle of the picture scroll, does it look like the scholar is looking at the Qing Shui Gang leader who sleeps in bed every night?"

This time, it was the old fritters yamen who were discussing softly behind their backs.

He does not mean that.

Jin An and Feng Chutou carefully looked at the direction of the painting. Scholar Side Yan's eyes in the painting were looking at Hanjiang, but because of the coincidence of the hanging position of the scroll, they turned out to be looking at the man on the bed. people.

Coincidence?
When the fingertips touched the drawing paper, the first time the fingertips touched it, Jin An immediately let out a groan.

"Feng Zhaotou, how do you feel when you touch this scroll?"

Jin An called for Feng Caotou.

As soon as Feng Zhaotou touched the scroll, his fingertips immediately moved away like an electric shock. Feng Zhaotou was surprised and said how this picture was colder than the cold water in December, so cool.

When the words fell, Feng Chutou was immediately overjoyed: "Master Jin An, but there is something wrong with this painting?"

"Lao Fu, you took someone to other rooms on the ship. According to the statistics, how many similar picture scrolls are there on this boat... Lao Fu, Lao Fu?"

Seeing that no one answered for a long time, Feng Zhaotou turned around and looked behind him.

Some other yamen replied, "Feng Zhaotou, since you let Lao Fu go outside, Lao Fu hasn't come back."

Feng Zhaotou frowned.

"He Caisan, go and call Lao Fu back."

I don't know.

When He Caisan went, he never came back.

Feng Zhaotou waited and waited, but He Caisan never came back.

It wasn't until then that everyone noticed the abnormality. It was so quiet outside the room...

With so many brothers gathered outside the door, there is not even the slightest noise?
Jin An and Feng Zhaotou immediately brought people to the door, but found that the door was closed, and I wonder if they were taken by He Caisan when he went out?
But strange things followed.

No matter how hard the yamen and Feng Zhaotou on the scene tried to open the door, the door that didn't look thick could never be pushed open.

Not moving.

Solid as a stone.

Feng Zhaotou was surprised.

Then face down.

The scene in front of them is already very obvious, they are caught in a urn!

Become a turtle in someone else's trap!
Jin An also tried to push the door, but he didn't move. He looked around the room and pondered.

Red blood!
The qi and blood were boiling and burning, and the veins and blood vessels protruded on the arms.

sulfuric acid!
Jin An drew his sword out of its scabbard.

When the tiger evil knife was unsheathed, the thick and cold evil energy on the knife condensed to form a ghost shadow of a monster that was invisible to the naked eye.

The monster phantom still wanted to attack Jin An this time, and wanted to take away Jin An's body.

But I haven't waited to meet Jin An.

He was directly suppressed by the tiger evil knife, and finally dragged back into the knife with an unwilling roar.

Evil can destroy evil!
The Blade of Killing Industry is a suppressor, which can suppress evil things!
Red blood!
break out!

"Break it for me!"

The tiger evil sword in Jin'an's hand turned into a black evil spirit that was invisible to the naked eye, like an axe, and slammed into the wooden door in front of him.

Boom!

There was an explosion, like a thunder blasting in the ear, and there was no smoke billowing in front of him, and no wood chips flying around.

Under the incredible gaze of everyone.

The door in front of him was ignited and burned as if a piece of paper could not stand the scorching temperature.

Pieces of ashes after burning paper flew into the air, and then landed on everyone's cheeks with some residual warmth.

It wasn't until they were scalded by the residual heat on the ashes that everyone woke up, and they exploded like ants in an instant.

"How is this going?"

"How can a wooden door become paper?"

These yamen officers panicked, and everyone's face began to bring fear, tension, and fright.

"A hallucination?"

"It must be wrong, right?"

Some people thought they had hallucinations, turned around and picked up a swaying burning lamp oil on the table next to them, and smashed it on the wooden furniture.

However, something strange happened.

The lamp oil splashed all over the place, and it was burning fiercely, but the wooden furniture and the wooden floor under the feet were unscathed and were not ignited.

This directly goes against common sense.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then their scalps tightened with fright.

Not to mention that this scene frightened these ordinary people's yamen, 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 with a red glow with the tiger blade in his hand.

boom!
The wooden furniture in front of him was turned into burning paper ashes under the scorching red light.

"Paper?"

"Paper stick people?"

The scene in front of me is so familiar.

Paper-tie people are special offerings to burn for the dead, and in this world, in addition to paper-tie people, paper-tie craftsmen can also make paper-tie houses, paper-tie boats, paper-tie horses, paper-tie maids, and paper-tie sedan chairs...

Ghost hit the wall?

Jin An was surprised, in fact, they didn't board the real boat at first, but entered the ghost wallpaper to tie the boat?
"Bang, hit evil, this is a ghost ship! This is a ghost ship!"

At this time, a frightened yamen 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 by one. We must have encountered something unclean, and it will be my turn soon. !"

"We're all going to die! We're all going to die!"

The yamen was frightened, shouting and screaming, and trying to escape with a frightened expression on his face.

Snapped!
Feng Zhaotou slapped the frightened yamen to death.

"Whoever dares to talk and confuse the public again and disturb the military's heart, kill them directly next time!"

In special times, the heavy code should be used.

Feng Zhaotou stared fiercely at the remaining yamen, but all the yamen who looked at Feng Zatou's fierce light lowered their heads one after another, daring not to disobey the majesty that Feng Zhaotou had cultivated in the yamen for many years.

Although the riot was temporarily suppressed, Feng Zhaotou knew that the crisis had not been resolved, so he hurriedly asked Jin An for help: "Master Jin An, what should we do next?"

These people can't see dirty things.

At this time, all the life-saving straws were on Jin An.

At this time, Jin An already wanted to understand the current situation, so he decisively said: "Let's go get the hanging painting on the bedside of the Qing Shui Gang master, and then get off the boat immediately."

however.

When Jin An and Feng Zhaotou led the people back to the bedside, they saw that the scholar on the painting had disappeared!
Only Hanjiang and Xuanyue are left in the painting!

Suddenly there is a blank space!
"This……"

Feng Zhaotou and several people all stood up with cold hairs on their backs. How did the people in the painting run away?
(End of this chapter)