Pixiu Restaurant, No Way Out

Wenxi leaned on the edge of the sofa and looked at the woman crawling out of the painting with horror on her face, her hair was disheveled and her face was pale, she looked very much like the female ghost in the movie a few days ago.

It stands to reason that he should not be afraid of ghosts, but he has just woken up, and he is not familiar with the business of ghosts, it is really... really...

"Don't come here! Pixiu! Where are you, Pixiu!" Wenxi was so frightened that he broke his voice, but instead scared the female ghost who had just crawled out of the painting into shrinking back.

The female ghost's voice was faintly sobbing: "I have no malicious intentions."

lie! Wenxi's face turned pale.

In the storybook, Li Gui always starts with this sentence, and those who believe it have brain problems.

The female ghost finally crawled out from the painting, and she complained, "Master, may I ask what year and month it is now?"

The red eyes she revealed made Wenxi back again and again in shock, and she was so frightened that she couldn't speak a word. The jade Buddha in her sleeve fell out and rolled to the ground, right in front of the female ghost.

As soon as the female ghost grasped the Jade Buddha, she let out a weeping sound from her throat, and suddenly raised her head to stare at Wen Xi and asked, "Where did this come from, you... Young Master?"

The female ghost crawled up to Wenxi with hands and feet, and screamed: "Young master! Young master Wen! It's you!"

With bloody tears streaming down her wide red eyes, the female ghost kowtowed while calling Wenxi's name, and cried out, "Mr. Wen, please save his life, please save him!"

The floor was knocked loudly by the female ghost, and Wenxi turned pale with fright and leaned against the wall: "Who are you? Get up quickly."

"If the son doesn't agree with Suzhen, Suzhen won't get up!" The female ghost knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Wenxi while crying.

Ghosts kowtow to shorten their lives.

Wenxi clenched her fists, suppressed the anger in her heart, lifted her robe and knelt down, and kowtowed at the female ghost.

Not fucking is kowtowing, who wouldn't?

The female ghost was stunned, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Wen..."

Wen Xidong kowtowed to her again: "I can't help you, get up and go."

"My lord, don't do this. How can you kneel, my lord? This is the birthday of Zhenu's family!" The female ghost cried miserably, lying on the ground and knocked Wenxi four or five times in one breath, making Wenxi's eyes dizzy with anger. , taking a gamble and kowtowed to the female ghost a few more times.

This guy surnamed Pi didn't know what kind of floor was laid on the second floor, it seemed to be harder than a stone, Wenxi knocked his head until his eyes were dazzled, and suddenly heard a familiar voice.

Pi Xiu brushed his hair and came out, staring at the two kowtowing ghosts in front of him, and asked, "Are you practicing iron head kungfu in front of you?"

He walked over and lifted Wenxi up with one hand, glanced at the female ghost who was still kneeling on the ground, and said coldly: "Don't get out!"

"Mr. Wen!" The female ghost lay motionless on the ground and kowtowed: "I beg you, save Wu Lang!"

Kowtowing too hard just now, now Wenxi is dizzy and unable to speak by leaning on Pi Xiu, his forehead is also red, Pi Xiu sees that he has no intention of speaking, so he said: "You have been dead for hundreds of years, you have to save People are already dead."

The female ghost was taken aback: "Dead?"

Pixiu ignored her, took Wenxi with one hand and went to sit on the sofa, stretched out his hand to touch his red forehead, and said a little speechlessly: "It's also the first time I've seen someone who kowtow can knock out the soul." .”

"Where's the Jade Buddha?" Pi Xiu asked.

Wenxi closed her eyes and said, "In the hands of that female ghost."

Pi Xiu got up and walked in front of the female ghost, squatting down to take the Jade Buddha back, but the female ghost took a few steps back holding the Jade Buddha, and looked at Pi Xiu with a wary face, her pale face gradually cracked and bled and turned into her dead body. The appearance of time.

"Hey, don't drip blood on the floor." Pixiu grabbed the female ghost with one hand, completely ignored the screams from her throat, and carried her out.

The female ghost screamed and stretched out her hand in Wenxi's direction: "Mr. Wen, save the slave family! Mr. Wen! Mr. Huaiyu!"

Pi Xiu paused, lifted the female ghost and asked, "Huaiyu? Who are you calling?"

Wenxi supported her head and opened her eyes, glanced at the female ghost, and asked softly, "Who are you? How did you crawl out of the painting?"

"Inside the painting?"

Pi Xiu frowned, threw the female ghost on the ground and fixed her in place with a stroke, went to the table and picked up the painting for a closer look, and found that there was one actor missing in the painting, leaving a blank space for no reason. Come.

A female ghost crawled out of the painting sent by Li Guizu, Pi Xiu sneered, grabbed the cell phone on the table and started calling.

After calling for a long time without answering the phone, Boss Pi suddenly became angry and smashed the phone to pieces on the ground. The female ghost hiccupped and shivered on the ground hugging the Jade Buddha.

Wenxi supported the sofa to stand up, walked slowly to Pixiu's side, leaned against him and asked, "Aren't you answering the phone?"

Pi Xiu snorted coldly, stepped forward and grabbed the female ghost's hair and raised it in front of him, then asked coldly, "Did Li Guizu ask you to come?"

"No!" the female ghost denied, "The slave's house was originally in the painting."

She stretched out her hand towards Wenxi: "My lord, save me!"

"He can't save you." Pi Xiu pressed his hands hard: "Then how did you get into the painting?"

The female ghost shook her head: "I don't know, I don't know!"

Wenxi couldn't listen any longer, she put her hand on Pi Xiu's arm and said, "Maybe she really doesn't know."

Pixiu looked at him: "You know her?"

Wenxi shook his head: "I don't know."

Pi Xiu: "But I think she seems to know you, she keeps calling Mr. Wen, I ask you, who is Huaiyu?"

Wenxi paused, hesitated for a moment before admitting: "It's me, Huaiyu... yes my words."

The female ghost lay on the ground and heard

Wen Xi said, sobbing: "My lord, don't you remember Suzhen? You once praised Suzhen for her beautiful singing voice!"

After she finished speaking, she lay down on the ground and cried again, shedding blood and tears all over the floor, which made Pixiu feel a headache, and became irritable again, with a flick of a finger, a yellow paper flew out and directly sealed the female ghost's mouth, and the room was finally quiet down.

The little broom and Hou Er were called upstairs by the boss, and as soon as they opened the bead curtain, they saw the blood all over the floor and the gagged female ghost lying beside the blood.

Pi Xiu hugged Wenxi and sat on the sofa, raised his hand and pointed at the ghost: "Clean up the dirty place, take this ghost down to watch, don't scare the guests, and don't make her cry."

Hou Er went down with the ghost, squatted down with the broom and began to wipe the floor, Wenxi turned her head to stare at the female ghost who was holding the cup in Hou Er's hand, until the bead curtain was lowered.

"Remember?" Pixiu asked.

Wenxi didn't speak.

Boss Pi looked at him: "What does that painting have to do with you? How come the thing crawling out of this painting knows you?"

Wenxi rubbed her head and said after a long silence, "That's my birthday party portrait."

Pi Xiu frowned, and asked the little broom to take the painting and spread it out in front of him, and asked, "Which one is you in this painting? Point it out and have a look."

Wenxi raised his hand and pointed to the man in red and jade crown on the table in the middle of the painting.

Boss Pi looked at the painting and at the person, and couldn't help but said, "I really can't tell at all, the person's face in this painting is twice as big as yours."

Wenxi: "The painters at that time were like this, no better than now."

"Since it's your birthday banquet, you should know who's here." Pi Xiu pointed at the white-clothed man in the form of gluttony: "I still remember this one?"

Wenxi sighed: "You also said that this painting is indistinguishable from people. What's more, there are many birthday banquet guests, and I only accept those who are famous. I don't care about people who talk to the maid."

He paused while staring at the female ghost in the painting, leaving a blank space and said: "The actor is close to the screen, maybe he has seen Taotie."

Pi Xiu looked at the blank area for a long time, and said coldly: "You better really not remember, Mr. Huaiyu."

"I won't lie to you." Wen Xi put his arms around Pi Xiu's neck and smiled: "If I remember, I will definitely tell you."

Pi Xiu didn't answer his words, but still looked at the picture scroll.

In the past, he also came down from the mountain, passing through places where human beings lived, and he had also seen such feasting and resplendent birthday banquets as in this painting, and they were all in the homes of princes and generals.

But this scholar ghost was dressed in poor linen clothes, but said that the owner of the painting with the crown on top and the red robe with gold embroidered patterns was himself, and the female ghost kept calling him young master.

Pi Xiu pulled down the hand on his neck and squeezed it, it was really the hand of Brother Shuang who didn't touch the spring water.

"Is this painting yours?" Pixiu asked.

Wenxi nodded: "It was drawn by a scholar who attended the banquet."

Pi Xiu: "Then why did it fall into Taotie's hands?"

Wenxi was taken aback for a moment, the Wen family's wealth was confiscated that day, and it is unknown how this painting fell into the hands of others.

"Don't remember again?" Seeing that he didn't speak again, Pi Xiu's expression froze.

Wenxi shook her head: "I really don't know."

"Since you are a young master, how come someone broke the bone altar and sealed your soul so that you cannot be reborn. Your family doesn't care about you?" Pi Xiu took him to look at the painting, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Could it be that the family is in decline, and the same time?" In the storybook, he suffered innocent injustice, and once he was sent to prison, he became a prisoner?"

Wenxi froze, and forced a smile on his face: "It's not too much difference, it's just that the injustice is innocent, and my family is to blame."