In the dream, after a hundred times of wall-dong school belle, she was teased back by the school bel

Mu Feng frowned slightly, his pupils shrank slightly when he thought of what he saw in the surveillance.

Could it be that the man's consciousness, or soul, was obliterated in the artistic conception?
No, those artistic conceptions have no substantial harm to people's consciousness and soul at all.

"and many more!"

Mu Feng suddenly remembered that the Nine Five Supreme Figures and the Eighteen Arhats woodcarvings were all used to ward off evil spirits.

Thinking of the symptoms of Aunt Liu and Mrs. Huang, a guess that he didn't dare to believe suddenly popped up in his mind.

Is this man's soul an evil thing?
Even if it is as bad as Chu Yunxiang, the soul is not an evil thing, and it will not be obliterated by the artistic conception.

How could the soul of this mentally ill person be an evil thing?
Mu Feng was puzzled.

After exiting the dream, he entered another man's dream.

The result was the same, it was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the other party's consciousness could not be found.

Obviously, the man's soul was also wiped out.

Mufeng suddenly felt a little afraid of his own abilities.

What is the difference between obliterating the soul and killing people directly?
I became a murderer?

After exiting the dreamland, Mufeng sat on the bed and scratched his hair with some headaches.

If I draw a fucking picture or carve a wood carving, I will become a murderer for no reason?
No, no!
Mu Feng shook his head to calm himself down.

Aunt Liu was entangled in her dream by something similar to a wraith, saying that it wanted to devour her consciousness, but was frightened out of her wits by the five-clawed golden dragon.

Mrs. Huang is also in a similar situation.

If this thing is regarded as an evil thing, then it should be the thing that the five-clawed golden dragon painting and the zodiac ox should kill.

If there were no five-clawed golden dragon painting and the appearance of the zodiac ox, would the consciousness of Aunt Liu and Mrs. Huang be completely swallowed in the end?

At that time, it is the evil consciousness or soul that controls their bodies?
If they are drawn into the artistic conception of evil-proofing paintings or sculptures, will they be directly obliterated and become the living dead like those two men today?

If this is the case, what his paintings and sculptures kill is not the soul of people, but what devours their consciousness and manipulates their flesh...

Well, let’s call them evil spirits.

So where did this evil spirit come from?

And why did you go to your own studio?

Numerous doubts followed.

"Hey, I don't know if the lunatic succeeded last night."

Suddenly, the fierce man's familiar voice sounded, awakening Mu Feng from his contemplation.

He opened his eyes and looked at the three guys who completely ignored him, talking about his and Shi Qing's stay in the hotel last night.

"I think it should be successful. I can't stay at Liu Yuxin's house, but I have to stay in a hotel. It's self-evident. If you don't succeed, you will be a man in vain." Feng wanted to rush up and punch his fat face twice.

The four eyes pushed the glasses, and said with a serious face: "Based on my nine years of experience as a bookworm, most of the lunatics can't be caught."

"Why?" The hunk and the fat man asked curiously.

Glancing at the two of them with four eyes, he said indifferently: "As the saying goes, there are three women in one show, and a madman takes three women to open a room. Those three women will definitely stare at each other, and will not let any of them enjoy the madman secretly. With the charm of a lunatic, no single woman can escape his clutches. Only three women together, he has no chance."

"It seems to make sense."

The macho thought carefully and nodded.

"Hey! It's a pity that the lunatic's scheme." The fat man sighed, expressing his deep regret.

"Scheming? In vain for a man?"

Suddenly, Mu Feng's cold voice sounded in the bedroom.

"Oops!"

The three were taken aback.

Turning around to look, seeing Mu Feng sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall with a sneer on his face, he couldn't help being surprised.

"Crazy, when did you come back?" the hunk asked in surprise.

Didn't you still stay in Shanghai in the morning? Didn't you say you were going to visit the scenery of Shanghai? Why did you come back in the afternoon?

"Madman, did you have a conflict with your little girlfriend?" The fat man guessed wildly.

Pushing his glasses with four eyes, he said seriously: "It's okay to have conflicts. Fatty is the best at this. Let him teach you a few tricks, and I guarantee that you will make your girlfriend blush in no time."

Mu Feng turned over from the bed, sneered and walked in front of the three of them.

"You guys can do it, just talk about it behind your back, but you still question my ability."

Mu Feng said while rubbing his fists, "The magical skill of catching birds serves you."

As he said, he stretched out his hands, one on each side, which felt so sour.

"Fuck! Are you serious?"

The hunk was furious, "Brothers, give me the magical skill of catching birds."

Even though Mufeng's physical fitness is strong, but under the premise of not wanting to hurt others, after all, he is hard to beat with two fists and four hands, and he is quickly defeated.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat."

In desperation, he could only hold high the white flag.

"Okay, stop it, don't mess it up, or you won't be able to explain it to my sister-in-law."

Seeing Mu Feng's direction, the fierce man waved his hand like a victorious general, making Fatty and Four Eyes stop attacking.

After playing around for a while, the four of them sat at their desks, panting.

The four little birds all felt a little pain.

After a while, the fat man asked curiously: "Madman, why did you come back so soon? You didn't really quarrel with Shi Qing, did you?"

"Tell me quickly, we will help you plan and plan." The hunk asked.

The four eyes did not speak, but their eyes were full of curiosity.

Mu Feng shook his head and said, "Why are you arguing? We have a very good relationship. This time, it's mainly because something happened in the studio."

"Studio? What happened?"

"Employees guarding against themselves?"

"Or was it robbed?"

The fat man and the three hurriedly asked with concern.

Mu Feng said with a smile: "It should be to grab something. I don't care much if I was robbed of something. The key is that those two guys smashed the door and went in. I don't know what stimulated them and passed out. , I still haven't woken up yet."

"Could it be that you fainted from the shock of the value of your studio?"

The fat man widened his eyes and said, "Let's not talk about them. Last time I stood in that studio, looking at the paintings on the wall, and thinking that each one was worth more than ten million, I was nervous."

The hunk frowned slightly and said, "Madman, I told you before that I wanted to hire a few strong security guards to guard there. You still don't believe me. Now you know that I'm not worrying unnecessarily. There are so many paintings in your studio. With such a high value, it’s hard not to be tempted by those with bad intentions.”

Glancing at Mufeng with four eyes, he said to the fat man and the hunk man, "You two guys didn't understand the point. The point now is not whether to steal or not. It's those two thieves who fainted in the lunatic's studio and haven't woken up yet. Although The prices of those paintings are astonishing, but they are not so dizzy. Among them, there must be something hidden that we don’t know about.”