Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet

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Love is naturally at night. When there were only two people, they secretly said that nothing drastic happened that night. Because I was walking around the exhibition all day, I quickly fell asleep in the evening.

What I am more worried about is that when I saw those paintings during the day, I would have the same dreams as Wang Hongrui at night, but no one knew it.

It's also possible ... because the **** ghost is around.

I was unconscious all night. In the morning, my pajamas were well worn on my body. I thought that I was in the woods with the devil before ... my face was hot for a while.

I got up early and went out, my mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and my dad was up. The two planned to eat well to go to work. They took the annual vacation to the two-person world, and they still had to return to work on the track.

They were surprised that I was able to get up so early, and were amazed, even more surprised to learn that I would go out later.

"Where do you go so early?"

I smiled and said to them: "Go to Anning."

They knew it immediately, so they didn't ask any more. I ate breakfast by myself and didn't plan to talk much, lest I be aware of the flaws, I picked up the bag after dinner and hurried to the door .

The seducer followed me closely. When we arrived at the shroud shop, I hadn't even walked to the door of the shop, and I heard Grandpa An being angrily scolding Anning.

"I told you all! I'm back to you! You're good, ah, did you see those paintings?"

"grandfather……"

"I don't have your granddaughter! I told you all, don't worry about it, you're just curious, curious! Life almost came in! I don't have your disobedient granddaughter!"

I saw An Ning's eyes with teardrops, and she looked like she was about to cry at any time. Grandpa An was still the same, wearing a white undershirt, navy blue shorts underneath, holding a fan in one hand, constantly beating An Ning's Head, learning.

I hurried into the shop and discouraged, "Grandpa An, this is not a matter of peace."

"Xiaohua!"

An Ning flew into my arms, burst into tears, and cried with tears and tears. I can imagine passers-by passing by from outside hearing a scream of cry coming from a shroud shop. It is estimated Will shudder.

Even though the cry came from the granddaughter of the boss, the reason for crying was because of several paintings ...

I also know that An Ning has a face, and even in front of my eyes, she was hurt by her grandfather, so I hurried to help her round the field.

"Grandpa An, blame me if you want to blame. An Ning originally didn't look at paintings. I wanted to help Wang Hongrui, so I asked to see the six paintings, and An Ning ..."

Grandpa An salutes the colored ghost, bows, and sighs: "Girl ..."

"It's really my fault, don't blame tranquility."

He shook his head, as if he had given up, with a heavy tone: "This stinky girl, if not she ran to my room with a cry at midnight yesterday, I don't know she saw those pictures!"

midnight? Crying?

There was a moment of worry in my heart, and I was even a little scared.

"Anning, did you have a nightmare last night ?!"

Don't, don't ...

There was a hint of guilt in my heart, and after seeing her nodding, I felt my heart suddenly broke ...

I felt my throat dry: "You dreamed, exactly like the scene described by Wang Hongrui?"

Her face turned pale, her head bowed, and she nodded.

I covered my face and really didn't know how to express my thoughts to them. I felt guilty. I was asked to see the painting yesterday. An Ning followed, and in the end I didn't dream.

"I've trained her all the way. I didn't want to take care of it, but I have to take care of it now."

The **** ghost suddenly said: "This thing is very complicated. The king has seen the paintings, and no evil spirits are attached to it, but the paintings are indeed dead, and if you really want to manage them, you have to leave them The **** of its country is the master, and the king has no right to handle it. "

I pulled the still crying An Ning to sit on the small bench and soothe her.

"Grandpa An, you definitely know what a metaphysical painter is, otherwise you wouldn't say that kind of thing that day."

The old man rocked the fan in a decadent manner, and passed a chair without a foot, and sat on his hips without falling down.

"Xuanxue painters, these are foreign painters. They are the most faithful believers in a certain religion."

He glanced at me, an unknown light flashing in his eyes.

"Girl, you know what spiritual power people in this world have."

"They flatter something, whether or not it exists in this world, they are convinced of his existence, and can even contribute their lives for it."

Grandpa An's narrative is very gentle. There is no trace of emotional ups and downs, but I still feel the tightness from his words.

"In case something goes wrong with their spiritual world, what they believe in will be deviated, and what he is attached to may change in an evil and ridiculous direction."

Evil and ridiculous?

I immediately thought of a word: "Reincarnation!"

"Correct!"

He nodded, and his expression on the face was even weaker. He cast a gaze on Segu: "Master Yama can say what the true reincarnation means."

Slowly came the voice of a saint: "When a person dies, the soul will go to the underworld. Generally speaking, according to what they do in the world, they determine their status in the underworld for others."

I opened my eyes slightly, and I have never heard such a thing before.

The seductive gaze turned to me: "It is not reincarnation immediately after death. It depends on performance. Reincarnation is the same as what you think. Entering different paths, whether the next life is human or beast, is life-threatening. "

"The paintings you are talking about are said to be drawn by a metaphysical painter named Roman Drizzt. He also has mental illness. How can you not let me worry?" Grandpa An groaned, holding her forehead.

I think I know what kind of profession a metaphysical painter is, but I still wonder: "Then what he believes is distorted, what is the relationship with his painting?"

Grandpa An sighed: "The true reincarnation is what Lord Yama said. What is the reincarnation in their eyes? Before birth, people are the most primitive form, and they can return to this form after death, and then Born again, this is the cycle in their eyes. "

"They will start frantically chasing after people, what will they look like after they die, will they still have limbs? Will they still have pain? Will they encounter other guys who have fallen into reincarnation after death?"

I froze and began to sort out what Grandpa An told me.

Reincarnation in the eyes of metaphysical painters, they have strong spiritual power and mental illness because of their beliefs ...

Suddenly, I seemed to understand something, and shouted, "Then they will frantically paint the world and appearance of those who they imagine, and possibly after death, and then draw them!"

What kind of positive energy can a lunatic imagine? Plus his beliefs have changed ...

"His fantasies, his understanding of reincarnation, are sealed in the painting, and at the same time his spiritual power is poured in."

The ogre looked at me: "Hua'er, you said that the painter's painting represents himself, his inner world, his spiritual pursuit, and the Romans must be the same."

Grandpa An nodded: "This is why Lord Yan said that there is no evil spirit attached to the painting, but there is a reason for death."

His two twisted white eyebrows frowned tightly together: "Because what he seeks is about death."

An Ning has been stunned aside by such a brain-blowing explanation. I got a rough idea with the help of colored ghosts.

Suddenly, I made a bold guess!

"I don't know if I think it is right or not. I think it's not the evil spirit but the spiritual power on the painting that influenced Wang Hongrui's dream!"

I know, saying such things myself is just like going wild, it's not practical at all, but I still say it bravely.

Grandpa An yelled at the corner of his mouth with a bitter smile: "That ’s why I let you come back quickly. I do n’t care, because if it ’s a ghost, it ’s easy to handle. Our family is an exorcist. If you find a ghost, you will naturally send it. People go to help. "

"But this matter is beyond our ability."

I can understand the process of the whole thing, as well as the interpretation of metaphysical painters.

Sometimes, people also have extremely powerful forces, especially mentally. After this incident, I can be regarded as a leader.

"So, we can't help Wang Hongrui this time."

I sighed helplessly. Since there is no ghost in the painting, we are helpless.

Grandpa An seemed to see my loneliness, unwillingness, and regretful expression. He smiled and said, "It's not impossible."

When I heard this sentence, my eyes suddenly turned on.

"Send those paintings back, where they come from, don't stay with them. No matter how great the mental strength is, it will still disappear after a long time."

I got up from my chair with excitement, and my voice was unconsciously raised: "Is Wang Hongrui not going to have nightmares again after a while ?!"

Grandpa An nodded, but reminded the sentence: "Remember, you must go back. Even if the old site is gone, you must bury it there. Do n’t burn it or throw it away!"

Suddenly I was dumbfounded. Yesterday Wang Hongrui said that those paintings were burned after the exhibition ended!

It's been a day now!

"Anning! Call Wang Hongrui quickly and tell him to return the painting! Don't burn it!"

Anning seemed to be returning to her mind, nodded quickly, took out her cell phone in a hurry, flipped out the cell phone number recorded in the booklet, and called.

"Hey? Wang Hongrui, don't burn the painting! We have a way to get you out of the nightmare! You should return the painting and let your overseas friend take it away!"

Anning nervously incoherent, I saw this situation, and I was yelling, so I prepared to step forward to explain it.

Who knows, An Ning froze and stared at me with wide eyes.

When I saw her expression, my subconscious thought was terrible!

Wang Hongrui really burned the painting! What should I do?

But An Ning said stupidly, "He sent the painting back again."