From Jiu Shu's world

Henry Zhang looked innocent, Liu Yanyan nodded and snickered aside, and the same was true for Feng Xingtong. They were always happy to see Henry Zhang’s embarrassment.

But not long after, Feng Xingtong was slapped on the back of the head by Feng Shayan, and said: "Hmph, what are you laughing at, if you do the same in the future, I'll cut you to death."

"No, sister, I'm only 14 years old."

Henry Zhang continued: "Longevity on July [-]th, when no one is whispering in the middle of the night, if the sentence of the Song of Everlasting Regret is not a lie, I am afraid that at this time someone has already used Yang Yuhuan's bones to grind into powder, added various pigments, petals, and used evil spirits. Such an evil painting was created by art, which fulfilled Xuanzong's wish, in exchange for a great fortune. As for why this painting was lost to the present, I think it has something to do with the large number of envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty."

During the Tang Dynasty, Dongying sent a large number of Tang envoys to the Celestial Dynasty to learn all kinds of technology and chemical knowledge. They grabbed many good things from the land of China and returned to their own country to enrich their families.Although Henry Zhang didn't say it, he still had some guesses in his heart. This picture of Concubine Yang's night makeup was probably made by the warlocks among the envoys sent to Tang Dynasty.

They expected that Tang Xuanzong would never forget Yang Yuhuan, so they made such an evil painting to cater to his liking, seeking more benefits for sending Tang envoys, and even more disrupting the Tang Dynasty's government.

Afterwards, the national power of the Tang Dynasty went from bad to worse. Later, when the chaos broke out, Tang envoys were sent back to the country one after another. They quietly stole this painting and brought it back with them. This is the origin of this painting.

After listening to Henry Zhang's words, Wang Xiaoya said anxiously: "Henry Zhang, what should I do now, Dongqing has not seen anyone for two days."

The painting is powerful and evil, Wang Xiaoya has already seen from Henry Zhang's description and her classmate Hu Ming, she doesn't want Xia Dongqing to become like Hu Ming.

Henry Zhangdao: "What's the hurry, isn't it just a loss of energy that Hu Ming took the painting by his side for so long? Dongqing has only been two days, and there will be no accidents."

Zhang Xuandao: "Yanyan, Xingtong, you two go with me this time, just to practice your hands. This painting is not simple, and it can fascinate Xuanzong willingly. If you want to come, the lonely soul of Yang Yuhuan should also live in the painting gone."

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Chapter 388 Painting Domain?Evil domain?

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Although Dongqing has a stable job at the No. 444 convenience store, and helped Henry Zhang get part of the reward last time, he still lives in a rental house with a basement structure, and he is not willing to move out.

He is an orphan, and he is going to take the postgraduate entrance examination, so he naturally has to consider the future tuition fees.

It was precisely because Xia Dongqing lived in a remote place that Wang Xiaoya couldn't find him.

A few people drove to Xia Dongqing's rental house, and when they arrived, they saw the closed iron gate.

Wang Xiaoya came forward to knock on the door with a loud bang, which echoed in the narrow corridor, but there was no response for a long time.

Wang Xiaoya wanted to knock again, but was stopped by Henry Zhang. In this situation, Xia Dongqing has long been fascinated, how could she wake up?

Henry Zhangdao: "Let me come."

Henry Zhang's spiritual power penetrated into the lock cylinder of the door lock, and the spiritual power controlled the object, and he turned the lock cylinder, and the door opened with a click.

Henry Zhang took the lead and walked in. The rental house is very large, but because it is a basement, there is no room partition, and the whole space is connected without windows.

Xia Dongqing lived here for a long time, and some small decorations concealed the roughness and simplicity of this basement.

The room was very quiet, Henry Zhang glanced around, and found Xia Dongqing who was still sleeping in the corner.

Seeing Xia Dongqing sleeping soundly on the bed, Wang Xiaoya stepped forward and patted his face, shouting, "Wake me up, Dongqing, Xia Dongqing!"

"Stop shouting, his soul is there, you can't wake it up."

Henry Zhang pointed to an ancient painting on the opposite shelf, and stopped Wang Xiaoya from waking Xia Dongqing up.

When everyone looked over, they saw a yellowed painting unfolded, hanging on the shelf exuding a vague fragrance, as if a beauty was caressing her cheek.

The painting is very old, and the corners and corners have been damaged, but the main body of the painting is still very clear, the distant mountains are near the pavilion, the starry night, the beauty under the moon is sitting in the boudoir.It is a picture of Yang Guifei sitting in front of the mirror, dressing up at night.

When a beauty dresses up at night, she treats the king naturally. Yang Yuhuan was really favored by thousands of people back then, and she was the only one favored by Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty.

"Xingtong, what do you want to do?"

Feng Shayan yelled and cursed, causing Feng Xingtong to wake up quickly.

He lowered his head and saw that he was only one step away from this picture of Concubine Yang's night makeup without knowing it, and his hand was still slightly stretched out.

Immediately, he felt lingering fear, and hurriedly took a few steps back. Although he did not, his forehead was already covered with fine sweat, and there was fear in his eyes. He said: "Sister, this painting is very weird."

Unknowingly, people are fascinated, which is naturally very weird.

Henry Zhang patted him on the shoulder lightly, input spiritual power to make him slow down, and then said: "It's not his fault, that's Yang Yuhuan, the man met, there are a few who can resist her charm."

Feng Shayan glanced at her eyes, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "You too?"

"Ahem, of course not."

Henry Zhang was slightly serious, and said: "In the final analysis, Xingtong is still inexperienced. If you rush to a new place, you should not relax the operation of Qi, and be vigilant. You will not be caught if you move Qi around the sky and concentrate on it She was easily attracted."

After Feng Xingtong adjusted his breath according to Henry Zhang's statement, his expression settled down a little.

"Thank you brother-in-law."

Everyone present began to be wary of this painting, Wang Xiaoya said: "Henry Zhang, what about Holly? Are you going to burn the painting?"

"burn?"

Henry Zhang sneered: "There are more than 1000 years of evil paintings and the ghost of Yang Yuhuan hidden in them. More than 1000 years are either monsters or monsters, and it is not easy to deal with."

Henry Zhang said that with a flick of his fingertips, the flame flew to the picture scroll, but unexpectedly, instead of burning, the picture scroll flew out a wisp of black air, which extinguished the flame.

Ordinary ancient paintings have passed through the hands of different people so frequently, and they have not been well protected. It is no wonder that they can keep their appearance for thousands of years.

Everyone was helpless, looking at Henry Zhang, Henry Zhang said: "Let's go, let's go in and rescue Dongqing, Xiaoya, you are here to watch Dongqing's body."

Wang Xiaoya nodded, and agreed, she was the only one among the few people who was an ordinary person, so naturally she couldn’t get involved, and Henry Zhang was also deliberately hiding something from her.

The picture scroll has its own domain, and it was originally used as a place for Yang Yuhuan and Tang Xuanzong to have a tryst, but over the years, the evil influence has already become the evil domain of Yang Yuhuan's ghost.

For things that are almost like ghosts, spirit bodies can naturally enter. The four of Henry Zhang, except Feng Xingtong who is not a ghost messenger, are all ghost messengers, so it is not a big problem to enter.

Henry Zhang quietly punched a temporary ghost mark in Feng Xingtong's body, and then turned his finger into a sword. With a swipe in front of the painting, a black entrance appeared.

"Come on, let's go in."

The four walked in together under the leadership of Henry Zhang.As soon as they entered, they came to a pavilion, with tulle as the curtain, which added three points of haze and five points of ambiguity.

It was the time for the banquet in the pavilion, the musical instruments were playing together, and several graceful young women were dancing. They were in a group of tulle gauze, dancing like clouds, circling like flying butterflies, really beautiful.

Among them is a plump woman who is the most outstanding. Her tulle dress is gorgeous but not bloated, frivolous but colorless.

She shouted: "Sanlang!"

The voice is as charming as silk and as soft as yarn, which can soothe the troubles in any man's heart.

Henry Zhang looked on coldly, Xia Dongqing, who was sitting on the high seat in the pavilion, had long been fascinated by the sound of "Sanlang", and really regarded himself as Tang Xuanzong who met Yang Guifei at that night.

He held up a glass of wine and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, my concubine is drinking."