A Guest in a Ghost House

Chapter 294: Wei Xinghe Ancient Paintings

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"What?" Wu Jian was taken aback by my yelling, the cigarette in his hand touched the tiger's mouth, flipped to the ground, "It hurts."

I ignored Wu Jian, but ran directly to the aisle, Wu Jian froze for a moment and hurried to follow.

This is a dead end. There is a piece of floor-to-ceiling glass in front, and there is a door with emergency passage beside it, but it is tightly locked by iron chains, leaving only a gap, through which you can see the dusty corridor outside.

"You read it wrong." Wu Jian said, blowing the burn on his hand.

I shook my head and didn't answer. Although the figure was just fleeting, I'm sure I saw it clearly. Although I'm not sure if it's Ye Zhishan, there is definitely someone there.

Wu Jian patted my shoulder and said, "Let's go."

I followed Wu Jian out, I didn't know why, I looked back and found nothing, but I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

When I walked out of the aisle, I said, "Tomorrow, let's go to that ancient tomb together."

Wu Jian glanced at me in surprise, then nodded slowly: "Okay."

I went to ask Ye Jianjun about the details and location of the ancient tomb, and Wu Jian and I started to split up.

This ancient tomb is very strange. To be on the safe side, we plan to first understand the relevant background of the ancient tomb. The ancient tomb is different from the underground palace. Since there is a so-called treasure map, it means that someone knows about this ancient tomb.

Just as I was about to arrive at the ghost building in a taxi, Wu Jian sent a text message.

"Old man Ye didn't tell the truth. Do you still remember the first sentence he said? He still has the right to retaliate?"

I thought about it, and sure enough, Old Man Ye said this, and he was very emotional when he said it. But the story told to us later did not reflect this aspect.

Could it be that Ye Jianjun really lied, then what is he covering up

After completing the boring exercise, as soon as the ghost building opened, I went to Sister Hua to ask about the ancient tomb, but Sister Hua directly gave me to Fenghuang, and said that Fenghuang knew more about ancient tombs.

Fenghuang did not shirk, but after asking me about the situation of the ancient tomb in detail, he looked at me with a strange expression.

I was so scared, I asked in a low voice, "Well, Phoenix, is there a problem?"

Fenghuang shook his head, the weirdness on his face remained undiminished, and said: "Go, there is no danger there." After Fenghuang finished speaking, he left directly.

Although I didn't quite understand Phoenix's expression, I nodded and walked out. I would not doubt Phoenix's words. She said there was no danger, so at least for me, there would be no danger.

Sister Hua looked at me and asked, "Did you ask?"

I nodded and said, "I asked, Fenghuang said there is no danger."

"Well," Sister Hua said, "Then I won't go, Ye Zhishan is a good girl, please help if you can."

"good,"

The ghost building has already started its business. In the evening, I made a rare performance and worked as a waiter under the satisfied eyes of Sister Hua. To be honest, this was originally my job, but I didn’t seem to have done much afterwards. I agreed to burn paper for everyone, but I never did it. Alas, I am ashamed.

The next day, Wu Jian called me very early, and Huang Xiaolong came with him. As soon as he saw me, he asked if there were gold and silver treasures in the ancient tomb. The camera, directly turned away from looking at him.

"Isn't my sister-in-law pregnant? You don't have to accompany her."

Wu Jian waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I haven't shown my bosom yet."

"That's right, it won't take long, it's about taking a few photos." Huang Xiaolong interjected, and Wu Jian and I glared at each other immediately. We are going to save people.

Just as I got into the car, the phone rang. I picked it up and saw that it was still Wei Xing.

"Where are you?"

"My hometown, didn't you say it yesterday?"

"Take me to hell."

I suddenly felt a drop of sweat dripping from my forehead, what the hell, this girl used to be quite quiet.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Wei Xing continued, "Speak."

"Okay, take some time, I have something to do today."

"What's up?"

Huang Xiaolong was sitting next to me, obviously heard Wei Xing's words, and shouted loudly: "Go to the ancient tomb."

The sound was so loud that it hurt my ears, so I hurriedly kicked it aside.

Wei Xing said excitedly: "Go to the ancient tomb? I'm going."

"We've already set off, and it's too late for you to fly."

"I'm at the station, just come and pick me up."

"Ah, you've arrived at the county seat."

"yes."

I chatted with Wei Xing for a few words, and then weakly told Wu Jian to drive to the station to pick him up. As for Huang Xiaolong who kept asking if he was a beautiful woman, I ignored it.

The moment Huang Xiaolong saw Wei Xing, his expression was wonderful, and then he fell silent. Fortunately, there was a sparrow-like guy chattering beside him.

After explaining the situation to Wei Xing in general, I asked Wu Jiandao: "Have you found out about the ancient tomb?"

Wu Jian replied while driving: "I found some information, that is, decades ago, an old man who was a fortune teller was beaten to death. Before he died, he kept saying that someone robbed his treasure map. People say: The fortune teller has been setting up a stall there for more than 10 years, and they always say that they know a treasure, but there is only one painting left, so they can’t go in.”

"Painting?" I wondered, "What painting?"

Wu Jian asked Huang Xiaolong to take out a rectangular brocade box from one side and said, "This is it."

"Let me take a look." Upon hearing this, Huang Xiaolong opened the brocade box and pulled out a pair of small painting scrolls.

Huang Xiaolong unfolded it, and Wei Xing and I stretched our heads to look at it. This is a figure painting. The paper has turned yellow. It looks old, but the artistry is very average, and it seems to have been eroded by water, leaving large pieces in many places. imprinted.

The character in the painting is a woman, wearing a cumbersome palace dress, holding a paper umbrella, with only one side exposed. Although the painting is not very good, the woman in the painting gives people an inexplicable sense of melancholy .

The point is, I am a little familiar with the characters in the painting, but I have never had any artistic talent, and I can't even appreciate sketches, let alone Chinese paintings. But I just feel like I've seen it somewhere, it's a weird feeling.

"Where did the painting come from?" Huang Xiaolong asked after looking over and over for a long time.

I was also very curious about this, turned my head slightly, but felt an itchy nose, Wei Xing's face was only a few centimeters away from me, a slight blush appeared on the snow-white skin, and a few strands of hair playfully fiddled with my nose .

Wei Xing seemed to have noticed something, and his face suddenly turned red, like a white cloud under the morning glow.

Wei Xing coughed twice, sat up straight, and I was suddenly disappointed.

At this time, Wu Jian said with a strange expression: "I went to check the information, and saw this painting at the door when I went out, so let's be careful this time."