Patriarch enjoys meal

"You half-baked little Taoist dare to come out and meddle in other people's business!"

Zhou Jiran's violent beating made the female ghost impatient to deal with him again. "Today I will teach you to understand the consequences of overreaching! In your next life, you will stand out for others!"

After all, there was a sudden gust of wind on the flat ground, and under the flying hair were eyes full of evil spirits. The female ghost who became serious had lost her previous charm, and was as hideous and terrifying as the rumors.

Zhou already took a few steps back and gave Tao Jiang and Xu Xinwen each a talisman, "Don't worry about it."

The female ghost's movements were no longer slow now, Zhou already blocked the lightning-fast blow that was aimed straight at his eyes with her backhand, and her sharp claws hit the thunder wood with an ear-piercing stinging sound, the force was so great that it almost made him feel sick. Zhou already let go, although he gritted his teeth to hold on, but the female ghost's sharp nails got closer and closer to his eyes.

Suddenly a few talismans brushed past Zhou Jiran and went straight to the female ghost. Tao Jiang did not know when he was behind Zhou Jiran. Withdrew his hand to knock off the oncoming talisman paper.

Zhou Jiran would not let her dodge easily, he took out a red rope with copper coins hanging from his bag, and he didn't care to wrap the head and tail around the female ghost's wrist. Simply and rudely terminated the female ghost's struggle.

"A novice on the road, my strength is not good, but fortunately I have enough magic weapons." Zhou Ziran smiled consciously, smacking his dimples.

The female ghost was hit by a thunderbolt after her hands were tied, she collapsed on the ground and stared fiercely at Zhou Weiran, and said gloomily, "I'm attached to a person right now, what can you do to me? Little Taoist priest, can you treat innocent people?" Will the little girl make a move?"

Xu Xinwen tugged at Zhou Jiran's arm anxiously: "Cumin, save the child!"

Zhou Jiran slapped Xu Xinwen's hand away, took out a small piece of red string from the bag and tied two copper coins to the root of her left middle finger, the effect was immediate, the female ghost who was staring at first closed her eyes instantly, and the sharp nails The lines on her face and her face also gradually disappeared, and the girl who returned to normal lay on the ground as if she had fallen asleep.

"The red rope soaked in cinnabar and the five emperors' copper coins are temporarily suppressed."

Xu Xinwen was also relieved to see Qingmei regain her original appearance: "Is it only temporarily suppressed? It can't be eliminated directly... Cough, please go?"

Zhou Jiran glanced at him angrily: "I am a little Taoist who can only broadcast gymnastics, He De He Neng!" He raised the thunderbolt in his hand and knocked Xu Xinwen on the head: "I am not telling you not to worry about it!" Come on! Tao Jiang knows how to help me, you hold the talisman and wait for the talisman to give you cubs, four years of tacit understanding have been fed to the dog."

Xu Xinwen shrank his neck and didn't dodge the light blow. As Lei Jingmu hit his forehead, a ray of bad luck invisible to the naked eye dissipated.

Xu Xinwen felt aggrieved: "The country people have never seen the world. I was so shocked by such a big scene. It is a miracle that I can still talk to you without passing out directly! You still expect me to help you, brother. think highly of me."

Zhou Jiran hated iron but not steel: "Look at others..."

Xu Xinwen pressed his neck loudly: "Otherwise, how can I be a school grass! I'm just a weak and helpless salted fish!"

Tao Jiang: "..."

Zhou already ignored him, and squatted down to recover the talisman that fell on the ground.

"Hmm..." When Zhen Nuo sat up with the back of his head pressed with soreness, he saw the melon-like bamboo horse staring at him with a vigilant expression on his face, "Where is this place?"

"Haunted house," Xu Xinwen said cautiously: "You asked me to accompany you here before, do you remember?"

Zhen Nuo ignored him, and pressed her aching head to recall. After accepting a lot of exciting and thrilling memories, she hugged her thigh resolutely, "Master, save the child!"

Sure enough, she was a childhood sweetheart, and Zhou Jiran sighed in his heart when he saw her react exactly like Xu Xinwen.

After Xu Xinwen paid the compensation for the haunted house props, he wandered behind Zhou Jiran with his empty wallet in his hand: "Cumin, you are so determined, it really came true when you said I was going to lose money!"

"Fortune-telling and exorcising ghosts, both styles bloom!" Xu Xinwen gave a thumbs up.

As soon as he arrived at Zhen Nuo's house, he was overwhelmed by the decoration style of the Roman columns and mahogany furniture in the living room, which definitely qualifies as resplendent.

"Everyone, come in directly, my family is not here today." Zhen Nuo took a few people to visit without any formalities.

Zhen's house is a small three-story villa, facing south from north to south, and the design of the room is also worthy of its price. The living room on the first floor is not a big problem except for the mixed and exaggerated hotel-style decoration that cannot be explained in a word.

On both sides of the gorgeous wooden spiral staircase, there are two large pots of very lush monstera, the thick branches and thick leaves almost cover half of the staircase.

"Do you have an elderly person living with you?"

Zhen Nuo was a little nervous: "Well, my grandparents live with us."

Zhou already pinched the leaves of the monstera: "There are old people in the family, so it is most suitable to raise this kind of monstera to symbolize prosperity and longevity." He pushed aside a few green leaves, and then said: "These two pots in your family It's time to trim it, it's too good to grow."

Xu Xinwen interrupted and asked, "What will happen if you go too far?"

Zhou Jiran clapped his hands very easily: "It will block the road. It is best not to put any shelter on the stairs if there are elderly people in the house. Monstera is more suitable in the corner of the living room."

Xu Xinwen: "... makes sense." Turning to teach Zhen Nuo: "Did you hear that! Just remove these two pots when uncle comes back, forget it, wait what, I'll remove it for you now."

After experiencing two unscientific metaphysics incidents in a row and facing the dangers of the world, Xu Xinwen is now in awe of this aspect. He always feels that Zhou Weiran's words have deep meaning, so he just rolled up his sleeves and started doing it.

"It's too much for him." Zhou already shrugged and didn't stop him.

"My parents and grandparents live on the second floor, and this is the study room."

The second floor looks much more plain, from the stairs to the walls of the bedrooms, there are warm and peaceful family photos hanging on the walls.

Zhen Nuo opened her parents' room, Zhou Ji didn't go in, but just stood at the door and looked at the layout inside.

"No problem? Why don't you go in and take a look?" Zhen Nuo was a little guilty, remembering the feeling of being possessed by a female ghost, she wished Zhou Jiran could observe with a magnifying glass.

Zhou Jiran shook his head, Zhen Nuo couldn't force it, so he closed the door and took him to another place.

Zhen's study room may be the most design part of this villa. It is a semi-enclosed design without a door, and divides the space with screens. The bookshelves are directly on the wall, full of books, and occasionally one or two delicate ones. A vase, a long carved table and a chair in front of the bookshelf, and a small coffee table next to it with a few futons around it.

"My father seldom takes home to do work. This study is a place for the family to study and relax." Zhen Nuo explained.

Zhou Jiran looked thoughtfully at the paintings on the other wall and asked, "Do you know how to draw?"

There are different types of paintings hanging on the wall. Chinese ink paintings and charcoal sketches are side by side. The portrait sketches are on the right with watercolors and on the left are children’s stick figures. Next to each other, it is true that art does not distinguish between high and low.

The Zhen family really loves to mix and match.

Zhen Nuo was a little embarrassed: "I learned it for a while when I was a child, but now I don't draw much. My dad still likes to buy paintings."

Zhou Jiran looked at the oil painting hanging in the far corner and sighed: "Uncle is quite trendy."

"Huh?" Zhen Nuo was puzzled.

"This kind of ashes oil painting is hard to find in China."

Deathly silence.

Xu Xinwen gave 12 points of sympathy to Qing Mei, who was ashamed and wanted to cry but had no tears: "Can you still paint with ashes?"

Zhou Weiran: "What is a painting? It can be a gem."

"There are many ashes paintings abroad, and there are special studios that use ashes to draw paintings as portraits at the memorial service for the deceased." Tao Jiang continued to browse through his mobile phone: "In China, it seems that only one."

Zhou Ziran squinted his eyes and looked at the signature in the corner of the oil painting and asked softly, "Ji Qing?"

"Yeah." Tao Jiang put the phone back in his pocket: "His peak work "Father" was painted with his father's ashes, and this is the only work he publicly admitted to use ashes to paint."

"Who is this person?" Xu Xinwen couldn't understand: "Is it because his father's coffin board can't hold it down, or is it because the paint is not working well?"

Tao Jiang read it expressionlessly: "Although my father passed away, the works drawn with his ashes will always be with me. His life will be as immortal as my artistic life." Ji Qing answered in this way in an interview. "

"...The idea of ​​this artist is really not something ordinary people like me can understand." Xu Xinwen looked at the extremely gorgeous oil painting rose in front of him and said with a dry smile: "Then his artistic life is quite lively."

Zhen Nuo said with a pale face, "This is not Ji Qing's "Father", but his final work "Ants."

"..." Xu Xinwen didn't dare to take a closer look. Fortunately, he has good eyesight, and sure enough there were some black dots lying on the petals of the roses. When he looked carefully, he found that the ants in the painting were not Few, except for a few sporadic ones on the flowers, there are many hidden in the shadow of dark green branches and leaves, like black chains covering the roses.

Before I realized it, I only thought that the roses in the painting were so lifelike and delicate. After seeing it clearly, I felt that the whole painting had a strong sense of erosion. The dewdrops on the flowers seemed to be dyed red by the gorgeous roses, and they were about to fall. It does not fall, like sticky honey and blood.

Zhou Jiran reached out to knock on the exquisite picture frame, and said with an inexplicable expression: "Whose ashes do you think this painting uses?"

Xu Xinwen and Zhen Nuo got together and huddled together, trembling: "Don't knock the cumin! The dead are the dead. Is it too late for us to offer some incense paper money?"

Zhou Jiran gave him a blank look, "It's too late, call the police."

"Is it useful to call the police? I don't mean that the police are sorry." Zhen Nuo had a strong desire to survive: "The police can't do anything about this kind of thing, right?"

"I'll catch ghosts, catch bad guys and find the police uncle." Zhou Jiran said modestly: "There is a specialization in art, and the police and the people are like a family."

"There's no need to call the police. Ji Qing was found dead at home by a neighbor two months ago. The cause of death is unknown." Tao Jiang took out his phone again at some point.

"Oh, that means only my business is left."

Zhou already stared at the blooming roses on the ghostly oil painting, "It's a big project."