the next day.
Meizhuang early the next morning was equally peaceful. After the two woke up, they quickly packed up their things and arrived at the study lightly.
It was still dark in the study. White rice paper remained on the table, and there was no one in it.
"I'll go in and have a look." Chu Tianshu bowed his back, "You wait outside."
With that said, he opened the window and sneaked into the study.
The air in the study was still stagnant. The painting scrolls were thrown all over the floor, and more than a dozen brushes were neatly hung on the pen holders.
In the past two days, Chu Tianshu never had the opportunity to observe this study well—he either fell to the ground from the electric shock, or was crushed on the host's body...
"Tsk, this statement is really confusing." He said to himself.
He casually opened a scroll, which was blank.
Chu Tianshu reluctantly opened the second and third volumes... Sure enough, as Lin Huai said, there was no content on all the scrolls.
He rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and ran through the entire study room. Except for a few letters in a dark compartment of the desk, he found nothing else.
Chu Tianshu tried to see the content of the letter clearly, but the light in the room was too dim—
It was at this time that he suddenly discovered a fact that was ignored by all of them.
—In this seemingly everything-inclusive study room, there is not a single candle or oil lamp for lighting!
A thought vaguely appeared in Chu Tianshu's heart. He picked up a few scrolls casually and put them in his arms.
At the same time, there was a sudden sound of opening the door.
-someone is coming.
He rolled on the spot, hid at the junction of the huge screen and the wall, and put on an invisible raincoat prop for himself. Hiding in the dark, he saw a figure in white walking towards the room.
—It's the hostess.
The male host rolled up his sleeves, held a pen, and made rustling sounds on the paper. Chu Tianshu held his breath and observed his every move.
The next moment, his eyes widened!
The hostess didn't even dip in the ink!
He uses rice paper as the base and white water as the ink, and draws blank patterns meaninglessly on it. After the whole rice paper was wetted with white water, he started the second and third...
Yes, this person is here to write... He didn't paint, he just kept repeating the same action mechanically.
White paper soaked in water gradually piled up beside the desk. After making up ten sheets of white paper, he crumpled the rice paper and put it in his mouth.
"Crack, creak, creak..."
A strange chewing sound came from his mouth.
The host swallowed the rice paper and licked the corner of his mouth contentedly. Finally, he put the brush in his hand into the ink to moisten it, held the brush, and turned around.
His goal was the huge screen in front of him.
Chu Tianshu held his breath. The male master sticks to the pen and patiently draws on the screen.
Every stroke and every painting of him is extremely serious, as if this screen is something he cherishes very much. Chu Tianshu also finally understood the composition of this large screen at this moment—
It was drawn by the male master non-stop for ten years.
He paints with a deadpan face, as if the work never stops. When Chu Tianshu squatted until his legs were about to go numb, he also turned his dull eyes to the corner where Chu Tianshu was.
"Here." He said softly, "It's short of money."
Chu Tianshu secretly clenched his wrench. He looked at the male master walking towards him, tensed his body, and was always ready to attack.
However at this time.
"Meow~"
A meow came from outside the window.
"Mi woo~"
The master paused his wrist.
"Meow~~Woo~~"
It was an extremely long meow, which could be called soft. It is a very strange thing that there are cats meowing in the ice and snow Meizhuang.
The host finally put down his pen and walked out the door.
Chu Tianshu hid in the dark and did not move.
Sure enough, after only ten seconds, a pale face appeared in the room again!
The host didn't leave!
He squinted and looked around the room again. After confirming that there was no movement in the room, he opened the door and finally walked out of the study.
The male host finally left, Chu Tianshu also opened the window at this time and decided to climb out.
"what?"
Out of the corner of my eye, on the screen where there were only branches... how many red plum blossoms actually appeared
Plum blossoms are distributed at the bottom of the screen, which seems to be the place where the hostess lay down yesterday. Worried about the return of the male master, Chu Tianshu wrote down their locations, not daring to look further.
He turned over the window and soon arrived at the meeting place where he and Lin Huai met. Lin Huai stood where he was, as if he was playing with a snowdrift.
Chu Tianshu talked about his wonderful adventure in this way, and finally, he said with emotion: "It almost turned into a bloody case... By the way, I didn't expect that there would be a cat in the ice and snow here. go out… "
Lin Huai was silent for a while: "..."
"I don't know what that cat looks like, if only it was an orange cat... Wait, why are you looking at me like that?"
Lin Huaixu rolled his eyes: "Hehe."
Chu Tianshu: ...
"What?" He put his arm around the other's shoulder, "You called me? You want to lure him out?"
Lin Huai: ...
"Call me more in the future... Eh, amount, pain..."
"I just didn't want to have too much conflict, so as not to directly blow up the study room and paintings...By the way, I feel that you have been a little arrogant recently." Lin Huai showed a kind smile, "Come on, call one for me."
Chu Tianshu covered his head: "Wow, woof."
After being beaten up, Chu Tianshu followed Lin Huai with a few scrolls in his arms. Before entering the house, he glanced at the thin man opposite him who was standing on the steps, wondering what he was thinking.
After returning to the house, he drew the curtains and closed the door. After cutting off all light sources, he said to Lin Huai, "Now we can do things."
"What?"
As he spoke, he put several scrolls on the table, and while unfolding them, lit the oil lamp.
"Plum shadows and plum shadows, where there is light, there will be shadows." Chu Tianshu said, "So, I use oil lamps to illuminate these paintings..."
Under the illumination of the light, paintings finally appeared on the originally empty scroll.
plum bossom.
What appeared in front of the two of them was a beautiful plum blossom. The red plums are proud of the snow, and Ling Han is independent. The branches are unique, and the flowers are shining. Although there is only its shape on the paper, you can almost feel the fragrance of plum blossoms. On the other hand, the inscription in lower script with delicate hairpin flowers indicates the owner of the painting.
"Master of Plum Shadow Pavilion"
The owner of Plum Shadow Pavilion is the hostess' wife and hostess, so this painting of plum blossoms should also be made by her.
They opened these paintings one by one and illuminated them with oil lamps. Surprisingly, these paintings are actually marked with their drawing dates.
"November of the Gengzi Year, the twelfth month of the Gengzi Year..." Chu Tianshu pointed to one of the scrolls, "This is the one, the twelfth month of the Gengzi Year, this is the painting that the hostess finally presented to the hostess!"
As expected of Chu Tianshu's luck, he grabbed it casually and actually caught the last picture scroll of the hostess.
Lin Huai looked down at the painting.
This painting is different from other paintings. Compared with other paintings, the plum blossoms on it are more coquettish and beautiful, so red that it is almost black... Lin Huai leaned closer to smell it, but a strange smell floated into his sense of smell.
He put his nose on it and sniffed, and then he was about to stick out his tongue...
"boom!"
Chu Tianshu lifted his face in time: "What are you doing?"
Lin Huai: "I want to try..."
"Smell of lying?"
"..." Lin Huai complained, "Of course it smells like blood!"
"This plum blossom is not painted with paint, or the red layer on the surface is not paint." Lin Huai wiped the painting with his fingers, "it's blood."
He looked at his fingers: "It should be the blood of the hostess...or in other words, the blood that was splashed when she was killed."
"In this case, can we leave with this painting?"
Chu Tianshu said this, but frowned: "But I don't know why, I always feel that something is wrong... For example..."
He stretched out an index finger, touched the blood on the painting, and murmured: "I'm so... hungry..."
Lin Huai:!
He saw behind the other party, under the reflection of the oil lamp, a huge plum shadow appeared again!
"I'm so hungry..." Chu Tianshu said absentmindedly, "I really want...to eat..."
He raised his eyes to look at Lin Huai, and there was a strange brilliance in his dark eyes.
"you… "
"Ha ha ha ha… "
"Hehe, hehe..."
The woman's laughter sounded again. Chu Tianshu approached Lin Huai step by step and pressed him on the table.
"Bastard..." Lin Huai grabbed his arm, glaring at the black shadow, his eyes were red, "Bastard!"
His voice almost trembled, and the scene in front of him made him panic and angry uncontrollably.
The plum shadow behind her gradually transformed into a graceful figure of a woman. She grinned and opened her arms, intending to wrap Chu Tian in it.
When Chu Tianshu's teeth were about to touch Lin Huai's neck, a sudden change occurred!
"boom!"
Several white bone spurs were shot into Soi Ying's body in an instant.
"what!"
The woman in the shadow let out a scream. She struggled in pain, but she was powerless.
Bone spurs went deep into every joint of hers. At this time, Chu Tianshu, who was lying on Lin Huai's body, also stood up.
His eyes are clear, his movements are quick, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, where is there any trace of being bewitched
"Without this method, it would be very difficult to invite you out." Chu Tianshu squatted on the ground with a wrench on his shoulder.
The black shadow was struggling with bone spurs, and white smoke was rising from every joint. Chu Tianshu smashed its face with a wrench: "You want to confuse me? You practice for another 800 years, and come back when you become a spirit."
Every time he tapped, the black shadow let out a scream. Chu Tianshu said coldly: "Tell me, where is the painting?"
"I hate… "
"I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate!"
"Why do you do this to me... I paid so much for you... I drew so much for you..."
"I want to paint... I want his paintings... I want him to give me back my flesh and blood... I want him... to be buried with Plum Blossoms...!"
The woman let out a vicious cry.
The author has something to say: Brother Chu is about to be beaten to death by Brother Lin in the next chapter
Brother Lin: I tm thought you were crazy and wanted to eat me! !
Brother Chu: ... Uh, do I act that well