The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 436 There is a soul in the painting
I smiled and said, "Third Uncle, you have never been so polite, what happened today?"

The third uncle didn't make any jokes with me this time, and said very seriously: "Nephew, when we were in danger before, although we encountered many difficulties, your third uncle and I have a little bottom in my heart. Same, it's really dangerous..."

The third uncle's reaction this time is indeed different from usual, one can imagine how serious the situation was at that time.

"Then third uncle, what do you think is the problem?" I asked.

Uncle San asked me back, "Do you still remember that ancient painting hanging on the wall?"

Uncle's reminder made me wake up instantly.

That's right, it should be that painting.First of all, the painting was full of weirdness from inside to outside. At that time, the painting fell from the wall without warning.It was not until the third uncle bowed to him that he finally hung up.

Moreover, the content of that painting is more than similar to the scene described by the third uncle just now, it is exactly the same.

"Third uncle, you mean, you walked into the painting at that time?"

Uncle San shook his head: "Maybe it's the soul in the painting that came out."

"The soul in the painting? Uncle, you mean, the characters in the painting are all souls?" I looked at Uncle in disbelief.

The third uncle was thoughtful: "If there is a murder in that house, that ancient painting should be the culprit. If you want to understand the painting, you must first find someone to recognize the inscriptions. Maybe you can only understand it." Only those who read those inscriptions will understand the world in that ancient painting. There must be an inevitable connection between the two."

I nodded: "I'll go to Lao Ma tomorrow to see those words, and ask if they are inscribed characters?"

The third uncle opened the curtains and looked outside, and said: "It's not tomorrow, it's today. It's already early in the morning, let's all go to rest first. Tomorrow we all have to rest for a day. Our bodies haven't fully recovered yet. We need to fully recover." .”

I shook my head: "I'm fine. My body's reaction is much better now, and I guess I can recover after a short sleep."

The third uncle said sternly: "That's not okay. You are not strong enough to use the blood on the tip of your tongue to stimulate the talisman. In the body. Remember, within this year, you will no longer be able to forcibly use the blood on the tip of your tongue to draw symbols."

Pang Dahai said from the side: "It's okay, I'm still here. If this kind of thing happens again, I'll use the blood from the tip of my tongue."

The third uncle gave Pang Dahai a sideways look, and spat, "Damn, what a fart you are? You, like Yangzi, don't know how to fart, so you have to use less blood from the tip of your tongue. What can you do, just go."

The fat man was scolded by the third uncle, stuck out his tongue, and dared not speak anymore.But I know that Third Uncle didn't treat him as an outsider, and all he said was for his own good.I believe Pang Dahai also understands.

The third uncle drove me and Pang Dahai back to the room. It was indeed more than two hours before dawn, and we tossed and tossed for almost a whole night.

In fact, my body was struggling to support just now, and at the end of the battle, I was already very tired.Back in the room, lying on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

This sleep lasted until the afternoon of the next day before waking up.

I went to my third uncle's room and found that he was still sleeping.I stayed in the room until night, and my third uncle still didn't intend to wake up.

Pang Dahai went to the kitchen to cook two more bowls of five-grain porridge. After I drank a bowl, my body has largely recovered.

I simply stayed in my third uncle's room, for fear of any accidents happening to him.

The third uncle slept until the morning of the third day before slowly waking up.However, after waking up, his complexion did improve a lot, and his energy was also much improved.

The third uncle stretched his waist, looked at me and asked, "Nephew, are you alright?"

I nodded: "I feel like I've been revived with full blood. Third Uncle, your condition seems to be much better."

The third uncle yawned: "It's a life saved. Go and find the fat man, let's study it again."

As we were talking, the fat man came in with two more bowls of five-grain porridge.

I smiled and said, "Fatty has almost become an expert at making porridge these two days. Fatty, you can't change it, don't you have to drink porridge all the time?"

The fat man smiled naively: "Didn't the uncle say that drinking this stuff is good?"

The third uncle picked up a bowl of porridge, drank it and said, "The fat man is right. Drinking a little more grain porridge recently is good for your health. I know my body well. I can basically recover if I rest for another day. Today you guys Don't be idle both of them, the soldiers will start to move in two ways..."

The third uncle sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a bowl of porridge in his left hand, and gesticulating with a spoon in his right, as if a general in the central palace was pointing the country.

However, the third uncle was sloppy and didn't wash up after sleeping for two days. This image matched his movements and looked extraordinarily funny.

The fat man and I didn't dare to laugh, so we waited for the third uncle to give orders.

"Fatty, go find Chen Tao, ask him to find that Yang Yongfu, and then ask his father, that is, the old professor in detail. Also ask him if there is an ancient painting handed down from his family? In short, about him Family background, including ancestors, if you can ask clearly, try to ask in detail."

The fat man nodded: "Okay, uncle, leave this matter to me."

The third uncle said to me again: "Nephew, take the inscription note I wrote and go to Professor Guai to inquire about the inscription."

I smiled: "Why third uncle? Do you trust Lao Ma now?"

The third uncle stared and said: "I believe in your size, he is a dead horse, I am a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

I know that Uncle San approves of Lao Ma very much in his heart, he is a well-cooked duck with a hard mouth.

Although the third uncle and the old horse are quite different in age, both of them have a somewhat mischievous personality as they get older.

Pang Dahai and I received the tasks respectively and left the hotel immediately.

I took the note written by my third uncle and went straight to the School of Paleontology of Bencheng University where Ma Di was.

Not surprisingly, I blocked Lao Ma in his office again.But today is not the weekend, Lao Ma is preparing to teach the students.He asked me to wait in his office.

I was bored myself, so I just followed Lao Ma to the classroom.

The classroom is an amphitheater that can accommodate 200 people.As a result, the classroom was overcrowded, and there were even many standing students.

The strange professor Ma Di, wearing a pair of baggy wide-leg pants, a yellow sweater on the upper body, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a book under his arm, walked into the classroom pompously.

As far as the image of the old horse is concerned, no one doubts that he is the one who cleans the toilets at the school.

But as he walked into the classroom, the aura was really strong enough to explode.

Ma Di's footsteps were neither too fast nor too slow, and they were sonorous and measured.The students who saw Ma Su from behind all followed him to the podium.

(End of this chapter)