Wen Xi leaned on the edge of the sofa and looked at the woman who climbed out of the painting in horror, her hair was disheveled and her face was pale, 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's really... It's really...
"Don't come here! Pixiu! Where is Pixiu!" Wen Xi was so frightened that the voice broke, but instead, the female ghost who had just climbed out of the painting was so scared that she shrank a little into the painting.
The female ghost's voice was faintly sobbing: "The slave family is not malicious."
Liar! Wen Xi's face turned pale.
This is the beginning of Li Gui's words, and the people who believe it have problems in their minds.
The female ghost finally crawled out of the painting and said bitterly, "Young Master, dare to ask what year and month it is now?"
Her red eyes were so frightened that Wen Xi stepped back, so frightened that she couldn't say a word. The jade Buddha in her sleeve fell out and rolled onto the ground, just in front of the female ghost.
As soon as the female ghost grabbed the Jade Buddha, a weeping sound came out of her throat, she suddenly raised her head and stared at Wen Xi and asked, "Where did this come from, you... son?"
The female ghost crawled in front of Wen Xi with her hands and feet, and screamed: "Young Master! Master Wen! It's you!"
Blood and tears flowed from her wide, red eyes, and the female ghost kowtowed while calling Wen Xi's name, crying out, "Master Wen, please save his life, please save him!"
The floor was knocked by the ghost, and Wen Xi leaned against the wall with a frightened face: "Who are you? Get up quickly."
"If the son doesn't agree to Su Zhen, Su Zhen won't get up!" The female ghost knelt on the ground and did not move, crying and kowtow to Wen Xi.
A ghost kowtows to lose his life.
Wen Xi clenched his fists, suppressed the anger in his heart, and knelt down as soon as he lifted his robe, and kowtowed at the female ghost.
If you don't fuck it, you just kowtow, who wouldn't
The female ghost was stunned and trembled, "Young Master Wen..."
Wen Xidong kowtowed to her again: "I can't help you, get up and go quickly."
"Young master, don't do this, how can you kneel, master, this is the birthday of Zhenu's family!" The female ghost cried bitterly, lying on the ground and slapped Wen Xi four or five times in one breath, making Wen Xi's eyes blurred with anger , and kowtowed a few more heads to this female ghost.
This surnamed Pi didn't know what kind of floor was laid for the second floor. It seemed to be harder than a stone. Wen Xi's eyes were dizzy when he kowtowed, and suddenly he heard a familiar voice.
Pi Xiu wiped his hair and came out, looked at the two ghosts who were kowtowing in front of him, and asked, "Are you practicing iron head kung fu?"
He walked over and lifted Wen Xi up with one hand, glanced at the female ghost who was still kneeling on the ground, and said coldly, "Don't get out!"
"Master Wen!" The female ghost lay still on the ground and kowtowed: "I beg you, save Wu Lang!"
The kowtow was too violent just now, and now Wenxi leaned against Pi Xiu, dizzy and speechless, and his forehead was red, Pi Xiu saw that he had no intention of speaking, and said, "You have been dead for hundreds of years, you need to save him. People are already dead."
The female ghost was stunned: "Dead?"
Pi Xiu ignored her, carried Wen Xi with one hand and went to sit on the sofa, reached out and touched his red forehead, and said a little speechlessly, "It's the first time I've seen someone who can knock their souls out by kowtowing their heads. ."
"Where's the Jade Buddha?" Pixiu asked.
Wen Xi closed his eyes and said, "It's 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 while holding the jade Buddha, looking at Pi Xiu with a wary face, her pale face gradually cracked and bleeding turned into her death. the appearance of time.
"Hey, don't drip the blood on the floor." Pi Xiu grabbed the female ghost with one hand, completely ignoring the screams from her throat, and carried her out.
The female ghost screamed and stretched out her hand in Wenxi's direction: "Master Wen saves the slave family! Master Wen! Master Huaiyu!"
Pi Xiu paused, lifted the female ghost and asked, "Huaiyu? Who are you calling?"
Wen Xi propped her head up and opened her eyes, glanced at the female ghost, and asked softly, "Who are you? How did you climb out of the painting?"
"In the picture?"
Pi Xiu frowned, and threw the female ghost on the ground with a swipe to hold her in place. He walked to the table and picked up the painting and took a closer look. He found that there was one less actor in the painting, and an inexplicable blank was left. Come.
A female ghost climbed out of the painting that Li Weizu sent, Pixiu sneered, grabbed the mobile phone on the table and started to make a call.
After calling for a long time without answering the phone, Boss Pi suddenly caught fire and threw the phone to the ground and smashed it into pieces. The female ghost cried and hiccupped, and hugged the jade Buddha to the ground and shivered.
Wen Xi stood up on the sofa, walked slowly to Pi Xiu, leaned against him and asked, "Don't answer the phone?"
Pi Xiu snorted coldly, stepped forward, grabbed the female ghost's hair and raised it in front of him, and asked coldly, "Li Weizu asked you to come?"
"No!" The female ghost denied: "The slave family is already in the painting."
She reached out to Wen Xi: "Young Master, save me!"
"He can't save you." Pixiu squeezed his hand: "Then how did you get into the painting?"
The female ghost shook her head: "The slave family doesn't know, the slave family doesn't know!"
Wen Xi couldn't listen anymore, and reached out to hold Pi Xiu's arm and said, "Perhaps she really doesn't know."
Pixiu looked at him: "You know her?"
Wen Xi shook his head: "I don't know."
Pixiu: "But I think she knows you, she keeps calling Young Master Wen, I ask you, who is Huaiyu."
Wen Xi paused and hesitated for a moment before admitting, "It's me, Huaiyu... Yes, my words."
The female ghost lay on the ground and heard Wen Xi's words, sobbing: "Don't you remember Su Zhen, son? You also praised Su Zhen's singing voice!"
After she finished speaking, she fell to the ground and cried again, blood and tears all over the floor, causing Pixiu to have a headache and become irritable again. With the movement of his fingers, a piece of yellow paper flew out and directly sealed the female ghost's mouth, and the room was finally quiet. down.
Xiao 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 female ghost whose mouth was covered by the blood.
Pi Xiu sat on the sofa with Wen Xi in his arms, raised his hand and pointed at the ghost: "Clean up the dirty place, take this ghost down and watch, don't scare the guests, and don't make her cry."
Hou Er carried the ghost down, the small broom squatted on the ground and began to wipe the floor, Wen Xi turned to stare at the female ghost that Hou Er held in his hand until the bead curtain was lowered.
"Do you remember knowing each other?" Pixiu asked.
Wen Xi did not speak.
Boss Pi looked at him and said, "What does that painting have to do with you? How does the thing crawling out of this painting know you?"
Wen Xi rubbed his head and was silent for a long time before saying, "That's the portrait of the banquet on my birthday."
Pi Xiu raised his brows and asked the broom to take the painting and unfold it in front of him. He asked the painting, "Which one is you in this painting? Point it out and take a look."
Wen Xi raised his hand and pointed to draw the man in red and jade crown on the table in the center.
Boss Pi looked at the painting and looked at the person, and couldn't help but say, "I really can't see it at all. The face of the person in this painting is as big as yours."
Wenxi: "That's how painters were back then, no better than now."
"Since it's your birthday banquet, you should know who is here." Pi Xiu pointed to the man in white in the form of a gluttonous glutton: "Is there any impression of this?"
Wen Xi sighed: "You also said that this painting is indistinguishable from people, not to mention that there are so many guests at the birthday banquet, I only accept those who have a head and face, and who cares about those who talk to the maid."
He said for a while, staring at the female ghost in the painting, leaving a blank space and saying: "It's just that this actor is close to this screen, maybe he has seen gluttonous."
Pi Xiu looked at the blank space for a long time, and said coldly, "You better not remember it, Young Master Huaiyu."
"I won't lie to you." Wen Xi put her arms around Pi Xiu's neck and smiled, "I will tell you if I remember."
Pixiu didn't answer him, and still looked at the picture scroll.
In the past, he had also come down from the mountain, passing through the place where human beings lived, and he had also seen the splendid birthday banquets like this painting, all in the homes of those princes and generals.
And this scholar ghost was dressed in poor and sour sackcloth, but said that the owner of the painting wearing a crown on top and wearing a red robe with gold embroidery patterns was himself, and the female ghost also kept calling him son.
Pixiu pulled down the hand on his neck and squeezed it, it was really the hand of Shuang Gongzi who did not touch the spring water.
"Is this painting yours?" Pixiu asked.
Wen Xi nodded: "It was drawn by a scholar who attended the banquet."
Pixiu: "Then why did it fall into Taotie's hands again?"
Wen Xi was stunned for a moment. On that day, his family was destroyed and his family wealth was confiscated. It is unknown how this painting fell into the hands of others.
"Don't remember?" Seeing that he didn't speak again, Pixiu's expression suddenly froze.
Wen Xi shook his head: "I really don't know."
"Since you're a son, how can you be broken and buried in the altar, and you won't be able to survive. Your family doesn't care about you?" Pi Xiu hugged him to look at the painting, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Could it be that the family is down in the road, and the same is true? In the storybook, he suffered an unjust injustice, and he went to prison and became a prisoner?"
Wen Xi froze, and forced a smile on his face: "It's not much different, it's just that other people's grievances are not white, and my family is to blame."