Isn't this nonsense
The other two disciples looked at him speechlessly.
If there is no evil, then what are they doing here
But Feng Li nodded without changing his face, "You're right."
After praising Jiang Luo, he walked in.
Wang Santan and the two looked at each other in disbelief.
Mr. Feng rarely praised others, but now, Mr. Feng praised Jiang Luo.
They made eye contact for a moment. Did Mr. Feng like such an answer
The young man took them to the living room, where a mother and daughter were sitting on the sofa in the living room.
Huang Yulan and her daughter cried with red eyes. When they saw them coming in, they quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe their tears, forced a smile and got up and said, "Mr. Feng, sit down."
Feng Li sat on the sofa, Jiang Luo and the other two stood behind him.
"Tell me," Feng Liyun said calmly, "what happened to me."
As the Heavenly Master of the Feng family, Feng Li would not easily go out to deal with such trivial matters. Only this time he happened to be in Yunnan, and the old master was familiar with Huang Yulan again, so he made his move.
When Huang Yulan heard this, her tears couldn't stop. Her son Ke Hetang hurriedly said, "It was my father who had an accident."
"About a month ago, my father started to get angry. He became more and more irritable and irritable. If something went wrong, he would lose his temper. Forget it, he also ate insects that he would never eat before," Ke said. Hetang said with difficulty, "Insects crawling in the ground, such as ants, silkworm chrysalis, cockroaches... It's fine to eat after treatment, but we found that he secretly swallowed these insects when we weren't paying attention."
Jiang Luo heard the voices of the two people around him swallowing hard.
Swallow it raw, it is indeed cruel enough.
The world is full of wonders, some people are weird, some people are weird.
But if there is only this, it is not enough to invite a Celestial Master.
Sure enough, Ke Hetang continued: "More than that, he kept scratching the skin on his body. After scratching his body, he scratched his back, and he was bleeding even though he didn't stop. We asked him if it hurt, and he said he didn't feel it. "
Huang Yulan grabbed the handkerchief, "Mr. Feng, you didn't see the wounds on his body that he scratched out by himself. They were all to the point of needing stitches. Does he really feel no pain? similar."
Feng Li listened quietly. After they finished speaking, he stood up and said, "I see."
"Come with me." Feng Li looked sideways at Jiang Luo and the others.
The mansion was huge, Feng Li took them to the first floor and then came to the second floor.
Huang Yulan's mother and son followed behind them and watched them eagerly. When they reached the study on the second floor, before they entered, Jiang Luo sensitively felt a cold breath blowing.
Feng Li should have felt it too. He walked straight and stepped into the study without a moment's hesitation.
The study is very large, with two walls of books. A custom mahogany desk is placed in front of the bookcase, and the center floor is covered with a tiger-skin-patterned rug.
At first glance, it looks calm and dignified, but upon closer inspection, the design is slightly extravagant and extravagant. Jiang Luo walked all the way and felt that this family should be a nouveau riche.
There are many beautiful green plants in the study. There is a painting on the left wall, and a copper coin decoration on the desk.
After Jiang Luo looked around, his eyes returned to the painting.
The painting shows the back of a man's full body. The man wears a very period shirt and sinks into the darkness from the waist down. At the bottom of the painting, there is a rigid and rigid shadow next to the man's feet. The shadow is slightly heavier than the dark undertone. After a closer look, it can be found that the shadow seems to be divided into three vague sections.
This painting gave Jiang Luo a bad feeling.
Feng Li asked, "What did you see?"
It was another test, and after learning from the experience just now, Wang Santan said cautiously, "There must be a problem here."
Another dear brother followed closely: "The problem must not be small."
Feng Li said disappointedly, "It's useless to talk."
He looked at Jiang Luo again.
Jiang Luo was still looking at the painting, "This painting seems to be alive?"
A slight smile flashed across Feng Li's face. He looked at Huang Yulan and the three of them, "When did you buy this painting?"
Ke Hetang said cautiously, "My father bought it at an auction half a month ago. Mr. Feng, is there something wrong with this painting?"
Feng Li nodded lightly, stepped forward and touched the painting paper, pondered for a moment, and said to the disciples, "Come and touch the material of this painting."
The three of Jiang Luo stepped forward and touched them one by one. The canvas is smooth and elastic to the touch, and it is easy to feel an addictive feeling. After they finished touching it, Feng Li said again, "Can you see what material it is?"
Jiang Luo shook his head along with the others.
He has studied design for so many years, but he has never seen such paper.
Feng Li said, "This is human skin paper."
Everyone was stunned, and Huang Yulan murmured with trembling hands, "Human skin drawing paper?"
The faces of the mother and son were pale, and they were trembling with fear. I can't believe that there is such a painting made of human skin hanging brightly in their house!
Feng Li looked at the copper coin enshrined on the desk again, "When was this copper coin placed there?"
"Two or two months ago," Ke Hetang said in fear, his face was like gold paper, "I brought it back. My father has always liked antique paintings and calligraphy, and we usually buy these things consciously at home."
Feng Li walked to the table, looked down at the copper coins, and said in a cold tone, "If the copper coins handed down from the family can be displayed, it will also have the effect of keeping the house. But if the copper coins are of unknown origin, they will easily get dirty."
He stretched out his hand to pick up the copper coin, looked at it for a while, and said, "This is a copper coin taken out of a dead man's mouth."
Ke Hetang was at a loss for words. He was sweating profusely. After a while, he said, "Mr. Feng, I didn't know this was copper coins from a dead man's mouth."
"The yin qi on the copper coins is extremely heavy," Feng Li put down the coins, took out a handkerchief and wiped his palms, "Yin qi nourishes the human skin drawing paper and raises the suffocating qi, if it is another half a month at night, the owner of this study will be Just be damned."
Huang Yulan hurriedly asked: "Mr. Feng, now, is it too late to find out about this?"
"It's too late," Feng Li said, "but I want to see your husband."
It was a matter of life and death. Half an hour later, Huang Yulan's husband, Ke Wangwei, rushed back to the mansion.
Ke Wangwei walked in with a stern face, his Yintang was haunted by a circle of black air, his temples were raised, and his face was full of flesh and fierceness. Such a face would often appear on the butcher's face, but only in this one, Jiang Luo didn't see how rich and noble the owner of the study was. Instead, he felt that this person was extremely vicious and not good.
This Mr. Ke was impatient when he first came in, but he was stunned when he saw Feng Li. He obviously knew Feng Li, so he immediately put aside his impatience and said with a smile: "Mr. Feng? Why did you come to my house?"
In today's society, people with higher status and status are more superstitious, and Ke Wangwei also believes in this. Anyone with a few channels knows Feng Li's reputation, but very few people can ask Feng Li to take action.
Ke Wangwei didn't expect to see Feng Li at his home, and he was surprised and happy for a while, and the discomfort that had been there for the past few days suddenly decreased a lot.
"What does Mr. Feng come to my house for advice?"
Feng Li looked at him for a moment, then pointed to the painting in the study and said, "Does Mr. Ke know this painting?"
Ke Wangwei felt strange, but still replied: "This is a painting I bought half a month ago, I must know it."
"No," Feng Li said, "I mean, do you know the person in the painting?"
Ke Wangwei was inexplicable, and he looked at the painting.
In fact, Ke Wangwei bought the painting precisely because he felt familiar at first sight after seeing the painting. But he couldn't recognize the back of the man in the painting, and he couldn't see anything now. Ke Wangwei's eyes hurt, and he was about to look away when a strange feeling suddenly came to his mind.
Ke Wangwei's face turned pale, "How is that possible!"
Feng Li said without hesitation, "You recognize it, who is the person in the painting?"
Sweat dripped from Ke Wangwei's forehead and hesitantly said, "I-I don't know..."
Feng Li turned around and was about to leave with his disciple.
Huang Yulan panicked: "Mr. Feng, don't go!"
She angrily pulled Ke Wangwei's clothes, "Don't tell me what you know? Do you know that if Mr. Feng doesn't take action, you will be dead in half a month!"
Ke Wangwei glanced at the painting from the corner of his eye, dripping with cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and said loudly, "I said, I said! Mr. Feng, please save me!"
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