The Wizard’s Way Home

Ai Ke looked at the private room. The entire private room was decorated in a classical style. It was decorated with carved beams and painted buildings. On four walls, one was opened with huge glass windows. The other two walls were hung with a brush calligraphy and a landscape ink painting. There is an oil painting hanging on one wall, which seems incompatible with this room.

　　 Ai Ke glanced at Li Mengmeng who was pouring tea, "Sister Mengmeng, see how there is an oil painting hanging there."

　　 Li Mengmeng followed Aike's fingers and saw an oil painting on the pink leather wall.

The oil painting is a frame made of solid wood, with complicated patterns carved on the frame. Inside the frame is a dull oil painting. The gloomy sky and clouds make up for it. A figure wearing a black shabby cloak holds a pair of flashes in both hands The huge sickle with the cold light was about to be swung down, the shadow of the cloak blocked the face of the figure, and it was not clear what it looked like, but from the two hands exposed in the sleeves, it was very clear that those hands were bones. There is no trace of flesh and blood. Like the **** of death in the deepening of the West.

Beneath the **** of death are countless mortals. They are either gorgeously dressed or ragged, some holding pitchforks, some holding chainsaws, some wearing armor, some holding rifles, some wearing uniforms, Wearing a crown, although the characters below are different, all of them have a pair of hollow eyes, staring at the front blankly.

　　 Near the lower right corner of the screen, there is a line of small black characters—Harvest Night.

"It's so weird. I haven't noticed it before. You wait for me to find someone to ask." Li Mengmeng is also a very curious person. She called in the shop Xiaoer at the door of the private room, "Xiaoer, you are on this wall." What do you mean by hanging oil paintings? The crossover of this mix and match is a bit big, right?"

　　 Xiaoer glanced at the oil painting on the wall and smiled bitterly, "Guest officer, I am not sure about this. Or you can ask our manager, he might know."

　　 Li Mengmeng looked at Xiaoer's evasive words and knew that Xiaoer knew something. She took out a few large bills from her handbag and put it into Xiaoer's hand, telling all you know, we will not spread it out.

　　 Xiaoer looked at the money in his hand, looked at the clothes of a few more people, and then carefully glanced outside the door, and then cautiously said, "Actually, this painting is not ours hanging here."

　　 Li Mengmeng became amused when he heard this, "Isn't it you hanging it or the ghost hanging it?"

　　 Xiaoer nodded seriously, "It's possible."

　　 Li Mengmeng looked at Xiao Er's serious look, "Aren't you kidding me?"

　　At this time, Li Lichuan stopped Li Mengmeng, and then said to Xiao Er, "You tell me everything you know exactly."

Xiao Er looked at Li Lichuan and sighed, "Actually, this shop was taken over by our boss. Before taking over, this painting was hung here. Our boss wanted to take it off several times, but it was a pity that we took it off every time. After that, the painting came back on its own the next day, and it was still hung here, exactly like the original. Later, our boss did not believe in evil, put the oil painting in the locked safe and sat under his buttocks, and then personally watched it here, staring at it. I watched this wall all night. When the day broke, the painting appeared on the wall in such a blink of an eye. Our boss opened the safe and it was empty and there was no trace of damage."

　　 Li Mengmeng heard, "Are you telling a ghost story, can the painting run back on its own?"

　　 Xiao Eryi listened, "This person is objective, but I have received real money, how dare I deceive a few people. If you don't believe me, you can inquire about it. My credibility, Liu Xiaoer, is very well-known on Dazhong Street."

　　 "Okay, go ahead, what happened later." At this time, Aike then asked, she was also quite curious about the painting. If she had changed to the one she was a few days ago, then she would have heard this story and thought it was a lie.

　　 But now the gods are sitting next to her, and she now retains a little awe of these ghosts and spirits. It is also good to listen in the attitude of believing it is not trustworthy and not trusting it.

Xiao Er heard that Ai Ke said so, and continued, "Later, our boss was afraid that the store would be unclean, so he invited a lot of eminent monks and priests to do things, but it didn’t work. This oil painting still couldn’t be removed. The boss again The trustee looked for a few Feng Shui masters and looked at them, but the few who came said that the Feng Shui here is good, the popularity is also very strong, it will not breed evil spirits, and this painting is nothing special. Then, there are a few. The wealthy businessman heard that he had to buy this painting, and our boss agreed, but the painting was obviously moved away, and it will still appear here the next day. So angry that our boss returned the money again Go back. Then our boss spoke. Whoever can take this painting will be rewarded 200,000. Unfortunately, everyone can succeed. The next day the thing will return to its original place. But although this painting is so bizarre, it also caused some strange things. Apart from affecting the style of this room, it didn't cause any bad effects, so our boss just let it go."

　　 Li Mengmeng heard it and chuckled, "Are you kidding me, as long as you take this picture away, you will give you 200,000?"

　　 Xiao Eryi heard that, “It’s true, many people know this. If you don’t believe me, I will call the boss for you, as long as you don’t say that I told you a few people.”

　　 Li Mengmeng became curious as soon as he heard this, "Then call your boss, and I will ask him."

　　 "Okay, I'll call you right now." Xiao Er hurriedly turned around and went out.

Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing a simple and simple outfit came in ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The middle-aged man walked into the private room, clasped his fists in both hands, and gave a deep salute, "My dear Wang Fuyuan, Tian is the drunk fairy. The shopkeeper of the building, I don’t know what the young heroes are doing."

Li Mengmeng laughed when he heard Wang Fuyuan’s semi-ancient remarks, "Boss Wang, everyone is modern, so don’t pretend to be ancient people. It’s troublesome. I heard someone say that you have a painting that can’t be removed. no."

Wang Fuyuan laughed as soon as he heard it, "That's right, my dear, oh, I have visited an expert several times, but I can't get it away. I also sent a notice, as long as someone can get it away, I will be rewarded 200,000 cash. But. No one has ever succeeded, so why do you want to try?"

　　 Li Mengmeng thought for a while, "Then Boss Wang has thought about burning the paintings? Then it will be a hundred?"

Wang Fuyuan smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Why haven't I tried it, using gasoline, using strong acid, and throwing it in magma? I have tried all of them, and I will show up here the next day, which is of no use. Later, I might get it. It’s too cruel. I got a serious illness. After I got better, I thought it might be because the painting was taking revenge, so I just let it go. Fortunately, nothing happened yet.”

　　 At this time Li Mengmeng smiled and said, "Look, how about I take it and try?"