I, who lived in seclusion for thousands of years, was exposed by yearning

Chapter 211 One pit one

"What are you two doing up there, hand it down quickly."

The two were talking when they heard He Jiong's shouts from the attic.

"Mr. He, you go up the ladder, this photo is not that kind of small photo."

"Okay, I'll go up, you pass it to me, Peng Zai, stand down and pick it up."

When He Jiong heard this, he stepped on the ladder and climbed up three sections.

It turned out to be that kind of big photo. It seems that those people who founded the school with the old man had a good relationship with the old man.

Otherwise those people wouldn't send that kind of big photo.

"Mr. He, you are walking up, not just that one."

"okay."

He Jiong didn't think much and climbed up again, he just wanted to see what was going on in the attic.

But when he looked over, he couldn't help but screamed.

"what……"

"Hahaha……"

Following the laughter from above, the people standing below all looked confused, even Ye Qing was a little confused.

"what happened?"

"Mr. He, what did you see?"

"What's up there?"

"Papa Huang, what are you laughing at?"

The voices of several people sounded at the same time.

Listening to the questioning of several people, He Jiong looked at the two people who were sitting on the floor laughing with anger in his eyes, and he didn't get angry at all.

He seemed to understand.

These two masters and apprentices are really good.

Huang Lei pitted him once, and came to trick him again.

It is really a virtue of master and apprentice.

"Huang Lei, you are really a good apprentice."

"Mr. He, this is the idea given to me by the master. He said that you and him are good friends, and good things will naturally be shared with you."

Hearing He Jiong's words, Zhang Yixing repeatedly shook his head and denied it, with a sincere expression on his face that he believed in me.

He can admit that it was his idea, so he must not be wordy.

So throw the pot to the master.

He is still a pure and harmless lamb.

Moreover, Mr. He knew that he was the first victim, so he would naturally be sure that the master was the one who made the plan.

"Old Huang, you are really great, we are no longer in love."

"Don't mind, it's okay to have fun without love, hurry up and take this photo."

Huang Lei smiled and joked with He Jiong, while handing the photo to the other party, he did not forget to say to Yi Xing next to him:
"Yixing, you are really out of blue, not bad."

After staying with him this way, the innocent and harmless sheep gradually turned into a weasel in sheep's clothing.

Just learn from him to bury the hole and leave the blame to him.

If this child grows up, he may become a real wolf.

"Peng Zai, don't say that Mr. He didn't remind you, the photos are reversed."

He Jiong took the photo with both hands and handed it to Peng Yuchang, not forgetting to remind him.

But his reminder is not a kind reminder.

He knows that kid Peng Peng, sometimes the more you don't let him do something, the more curious he wants to do it.

So he concluded that Peng Zai would never be obedient.

You can't blame him for cheating one by one.

They are all heads of old yellow belts.

Ye Qing, who was sitting at the table drinking tea, felt that there was something wrong with what they said.

What fun are these children having, and they deliberately reminded the fool.

The thoughts in his head just turned for two seconds, and then he called his girl to chat with him.

"Girl, come here."

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Just as Zhang Zifeng stretched out his hand to help pick up the photos, he heard his grandfather yelling.

She had to go to the other side.

Why did grandpa suddenly let her come over?
"Listen to grandpa, don't look at the first photo."

Ye Qing whispered in Zhang Zifeng's ear.

If he guessed correctly, the first one might be the group photo of that sketch portrait.

When he first saw that photo, he was also taken aback.

So don't look at this girl if she is timid.

It was originally a whispered reminder, but it was transmitted to the live broadcast room through the microphone on Zhang Zifeng's body.

The audience in the live broadcast room were extremely curious when they heard what the old man said.

"What happened to the first photo? Why can't I see it?"

"It shouldn't be a good photo, otherwise the old man wouldn't have reminded Zifeng in a low voice."

"Looking at the way Teacher Huang and the others went up to the attic just now, I also think there is something wrong with this photo. I am obedient, and I will just listen and not look at it later."

"You're so timid, isn't it just a photo, there's nothing you dare not look at."

"Why do I think there is a pit here? Mr. He's reminder seems to be intentional."

"After the photo is down, you will know it when you look at it."

Following the comments in the live broadcast room, Peng Yuchang on the screen caught the photo and slowly lowered it bit by bit.

But he didn't listen to Teacher He's reminder, and still put the photo facing himself.

"Fuck! What the hell!"

When Peng Yuchang moved the photo down, he saw a black and white sketch portrait on top of the black and white photo.

If it was the current black and white sketch portraits, he didn't think it was a big deal.

But in the photos of more than 100 years ago, it is particularly weird.

Because the portrait as a whole looks like a mass of black people, but the eyes of the people look very scary.

The white part of the human eye is very obvious in that portrait, as if it is a pair of eyes with only the white of the eye.

And those eyes were staring straight at him.

If this painting is placed in a horror movie, it will definitely scare a group of viewers.

In fact, there is no need to put it in a thriller. When the people in the live broadcast room saw that photo, they were so timid that they threw their phones aside in fright.

What the hell!

Groove Nimal Gobi! !
"This is so scary."

"I was so scared that I almost threw my phone away."

"The most unlucky thing is whether I'm good or not. I'm lying down and playing with my phone. What the hell scared me. The phone made a vertical movement to my face."

"Fortunately, I have the Maca drama that is necessary for horror movies, and I switched decisively at that moment."

"Those eyes instantly reminded me of the ghost movies of Bangzi Kingdom, all those female ghosts are like that."

"It's so frightening. No wonder the photo was thrown in the attic. I'm afraid the old man couldn't look directly at it."

"The photos at that time were like that, coupled with the sketch portraits, the color rendering was not high, and it naturally became like that."

"I really want to see what the old man in that portrait looks like, but those eyes make me shy. Does anyone dare to take a good look at that photo and tell us something about it."

This photo, which can be called a horror movie in Huang Lei's mouth, shocked many viewers.

The audience wanted to watch it, but was also afraid to watch it.

And in the mushroom house.

Amidst Peng Yuchang's frightened scolding, he immediately threw the painting on the cushion beside him, just like the audience throwing their mobile phones.

He felt 10,000+ grass mud horses galloping past his heart.

Nima!

He didn't understand Teacher He's reminder at this time, so he was really a fool.

So fucking annoying.

Knowing that he is timid and curious, I also played this game for him.

so bad.

Sitting by the side, Wang Sicong, who hadn't moved much, was drinking tea and waiting for a few people to take down the photos. First, he saw the weirdness of a few people, and then he listened to He Jiong's reminder.

And the way the old man called Zhang Zifeng over, he felt a faint feeling in his heart again.

This photo is probably not a good thing.

That's why he didn't move, just waited.

Unexpectedly, after Peng Yuchang was frightened, he threw the photo on the cushion beside him.

Fortunately, the photo is not dead, the pair of eyes that seem to have only the whites of the eyes are staring at him.

"Cough cough..."

The sip of water he just drank instantly choked in his throat.

"Damn it! Peng Yuchang, you're the one who tricked you. Ahem..."

After Wang Chicong finished roaring angrily, he coughed again.

special.

Do you want to hurt the fish in the pond like this!

Either he didn't do anything, or he just sat here drinking tea, and he was provoking someone.

Give him such a flying "ghost"? !

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