Who is my upstairs

Chapter 64
For a long time, in order to avoid fear, Yang Xiaofan would force himself not to look at the ceiling when lying down, so he never noticed that the place where the wall peeled off expanded again.

Taking a closer look, Yang Xiaofan found that the woman's face on the ceiling near the corner had been enlarged several times, and after a large piece of wall peeled off at that place, it almost exposed the outline of the woman's entire upper body.

The girl had a thick layer of rouge on her face, two layers of fat folds on her neck, and she was wearing a red Tang Dynasty palace dress.

The facial features and looks are almost exactly the same as the female corpse that was burnt to ashes today, but one is the appearance before death, and the other is the appearance after death.

But that white face is not the real thing!
It turned out...it turned out to be an ancient painting...

"That...that seems to be an ancient mural!" Li Shaohuang stopped wiping the sweat on Yang Xiaofan's forehead, and looked up at the peeling piece of wall on the ceiling.

He took the mop from the bathroom casually, reached to the place where the wall skin was peeling off, and bit by bit removed the wall skin that was about to fall off around the perimeter.

Gradually, the painted paintings hidden behind the wall skin became more and more complete and clearer. Li Shaohuang didn't stop his movements until he cleaned up the wall skin that was not easy to peel off.

The woman on the painting smiled slightly, with a very peaceful expression.

She was lying half-lying on a wooden table, with her lower abdomen slightly bulging, as if she was pregnant.

Behind her are two women dressed less well than her, both holding a big fan, as if they were maids of honor in an ancient palace.There was an old cat kneeling in front of the woman, and the old cat lifted a tray of fruit to the woman.

That woman should be an ancient noble lady or something, with a lot of gold and jade beads on her body, and an emerald ring on her white and tender hand. This ring is not very big, but the details are very well outlined.

Yang Xiaofan's eyesight is excellent, he can clearly see every detail on the ring, this ring is obviously the one she found in the burnt sandalwood box.

This ring, she had obviously given it to Li Shaohuang, but at this moment, the ring appeared in the hand of the woman in the painting again! !
"Why is this painted painting so similar to the murals in the ancient tomb? Why did it appear on the ceiling? Li Shaohuang, tell me, what did your family do before?" Yang Xiaofan gasped and looked at the painted paintings on his head. She saw it once when she was traveling in Dunhuang, but she didn't expect to see it in the Li family's ancestral house.

If it was painted by hand, why deliberately hide it under a layer of wall skin to hide the eyes and ears, then there must be some ulterior secret in the painting.

Li Shaohuang was silent for a while, lit a cigarette, and said in a low voice: "I don't know its existence. This should be a mural taken from an ancient tomb, and then hung on the ceiling. To be honest, the history of the Li family is not so Guangcai, our ancestors mastered the secret art of Yin-Yang Fengshui, but at the same time, many people made a living as Captain Mojin."

Li Shaohuang didn't seem to want to hide from Yang Xiaofan what the Li family had done.

Captain Mojin is a sect of tomb robbers in ancient China.According to historical records, Xiaowei Mojin originated in the Three Kingdoms period at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. At that time, Cao Cao, the leader of the Wei army, set up such ranks as General Faqiu Zhonglang and Xiaowei Mojin in order to make up for the lack of military pay.

Touching Jin Xiaowei's tomb robbery mainly relies on observing Fengshui and distinguishing weather, with the purpose of "Book of Changes" to locate the acupuncture points of ancient tombs.

"What is Mojin Xiaowei?" Yang Xiaofan felt a little strange when he heard this weird term. She never thought that the bedroom she slept in was decorated with murals from the tomb, so this bedroom was not a disguised bedroom. Tomb?

As long as he thinks that he sleeps in the tomb every night, Yang Xiaofan's heart is trembling for a while. Doesn't Li Shaohuang, who is the landlord, know all these things?

"Captain Mojin is actually what the world calls a tomb robber..."

Li Shaohuang held a cigarette in one hand, he was only halfway through the sentence, the mummy on the ceiling was like what Yang Xiaofan often dreamed of in his dreams, suddenly fell from the ceiling.

Suddenly, one of Yang Xiaofan's legs was immobile, and he had no time to escape, the mummy just smashed into Yang Xiaofan's arms in front of him.

The part of the ceiling where the mummy is hidden seems to be hollow, and there is only a thin plate under it. The plate seems to have been corroded by the mummy gas, and the rate of decay has been accelerated.

Only then did the mummy fall out of the interlayer on the ceiling.

Although the completely dehydrated mummy weighs less than a dozen catties, it is still not light for Yang Xiaofan.After falling, after colliding with the quilt covering Yang Xiaofan's body, there was a "pop" sound.

All the clothes on it were rotten, and it just fell in front of Yang Xiaofan, with a ferocious face, stiff limbs...

In an instant, a string in Yang Xiaofan's head broke, and she cried out instantly after covering her mouth. After being overly frightened, she found that Li Shaohuang, the only person she trusted in the past two days, had become so unreliable.

Their family is actually a tomb robber who digs graves. Without knowing it, she has been in the same room with a mummy for so long...

"Miss Xiaofan..."

Li Shaohuang also panicked, and tried to wipe Yang Xiaofan's tears with the towel in his hand, but Yang Xiaofan pushed Li Shaohuang away with a feeling of resistance to him at the moment.

Li Shaohuang didn't care about Yang Xiaofan's struggle, he picked her up horizontally, kicked open the bedroom door and went straight downstairs, Yang Xiaofan was startled and beat Li Shaohuang's hard chest hard.

At this moment, she really doesn't have the stability that a mature woman should have. She is completely like an overly frightened, five or six-year-old girl, crying and cursing loudly: "Woooooo... Li Shaohuang, you bastard, you scare me with a mummy. There are also murals of the ancient tomb, you are too bad, woo woo woo... Put me down quickly, I will never believe your nonsense again."

Hearing Yang Xiaofan's crying, Li Shaohuang's depression eased a lot. This was the first time he saw Yang Xiaofan's childish side.

Yang Xiaofan is about five years older than him, and has always been as rational and mature as a sister in front of him, but like her now, she is so naive and cute.

Sucking his nose, Li Shaohuang forced Yang Xiaofan's weeping face into his warm chest, and said softly and softly: "If I don't carry you down, I can't let you sleep with this zombie all the time. A bed?"

This sentence made some sense, Yang Xiaofan gradually calmed down, occasionally he could hear a few sniffling sobs.

She suddenly realized that she was begging for comfort in Li Shaohuang's arms like a child, and her face blushed involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)