Ancestor, I was going through a tribulation, but I was accidentally exposed on the live broadcast!

"Let me ask my ancestor,"

An Yan looked up at An Wu, and just when she was about to speak, she saw him nodded slightly, and then she replied to Dong Hao.

"Okay, we'll go to your store later."

After hanging up the phone, Anwu and the others stood up and said goodbye.

Knowing that they were busy, they didn't dare to stay, so they drove them to the airport.

It was already evening when the plane landed. As soon as An Yan and the others left the airport, they saw Dong Hao leaning in front of a black car. When they saw them coming out, they hurriedly greeted them.

"Uncle Dong, why are you here?" Didn't you agree to go to his shop?

Dong Hao's face was solemn and his expression was a little serious, "Something is not right. I can't wait and I will come directly to pick you up."

Along the way, he could also tell An Wu the whole story.

"You mean, a friend commissioned you to help identify this painting? And that friend has been in trouble recently?"

An Wu stroked his beard and listened to Dong Hao's story. He would only ask when something was wrong.

"Yes, I thought it was just a coincidence, but..."

Dong Hao paused and felt a chill start to creep down his spine, "My friend just called and said that the person who brought this cultural relic to him died this morning!"

This made him have to doubt the origin of this cultural relic, and it was probably a little dirty.

Those who work in their profession often encounter unclean cultural relics, and many people die because of them, so they are naturally very careful.

As soon as he heard the news that the person who sent the cultural relics had died, Dong Hao couldn't sit still. He also had close contact with the cultural relics. If...

He didn't dare to think about it any further. The news alone made him break into cold sweats.

"That thing is a little dirty. I'm afraid it has been tampered with."

As soon as they met, he noticed that something was wrong with Dong Hao's face, and there was a faint look of blood disaster.

"Zi!"

Dong Hao suddenly stepped on the brakes and turned his head as if he had seen a ghost. "Old, ancestor, do you think something will happen to me?"

Seeing An Wu nodding, Dong Hao felt instantly chilled in his heart.

Woo hoo, he hasn't lived enough yet, he doesn't want to die yet.

"Isn't it just inhaling some evil spirit?"

An Wu frowned and looked at Dong Hao, who looked hopeless. It's not like he was terminally ill, so why did he look like this?

Dong Hao turned around in a hurry and looked at An Wu pitifully, "Ancestor, do you think I can still be saved?"

He thought that he was still holding the painting and looking at it for a long time, and now his life might be in danger!

"Have!"

An Wu gave him a sentence that was as precious as gold, and then began to close his eyes to rest and no longer pay attention to him.

Dong Hao was left here to think randomly, his face turned red and white, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Dong Hao gritted his teeth, calmed down and continued driving.

Since the ancestor said he could be saved, he must be fine. He chose to believe the ancestor.

Perhaps because he had something on his mind, Dong Hao drove very fast and drove the car back to the shop after a while.

"This is the painting." As soon as he entered the door, Dong Hao immediately went to find gloves and a mask to put on, and carefully spread the painting on the table while fully armed.

An Yan: "..."

People who don't know this would think he was holding some kind of poison. Is it wrapped so tightly?

An Wu also glanced at him, and after thinking about it, he kindly reminded him, "It's useless for you to wrap yourself up like this, you can't resist the evil spirit!"

"Oh," Dong Hao said dejectedly, and then took off those things.

Anwu moved his eyes to the painting on the table. It was a painting of ladies from the Ming Dynasty. The ladies were lifelike, energetic and agile.

Judging from the painting itself, there is no doubt that this is an authentic work from the Ming Dynasty.

The problem is that there is a faint black smoke coming out of the painting.

Those evil spirits are very strong and linger in every corner of the painting.

Such abundant evil spirit must have been deliberately created by someone, because if it were inherent in the painting, it would have disappeared without a trace after thousands of years of precipitation, and it would not be possible for it to still be so strong.

"What, how's it going?" Dong Hao kept holding his breath, not daring to take a breath.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Anwu has been feeling pain in his chest since he said he had been inhaled by evil spirits, and his complexion gradually turned pale.

"The thing is real," An Wu looked at him calmly, then added in silence, "The evil spirit is also real."

Dong Hao: "..."

What to do, he felt like he was going to die now, and his hands and feet were starting to get cold.

Should he write a suicide note while he is still alive?

"Ancestor, stop teasing Uncle Dong and see if there is any way to get rid of this evil spirit?"

Seeing that Dong Hao's face was whiter than the whitewashed wall, An Yan asked helpfully.

After hearing this, Dong Hao took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "Ancestor, can this evil spirit be broken?"

If this calligraphy and painting is really full of evil spirits, then the problem is a bit serious.

Not only is there something wrong with the people I came into contact with before, but also how to deal with this painting in the future is very difficult.

"Let me remove the evil spirit from your body first,"

After pondering for a while, Anwu decided to help him deal with the evil spirit on his body first, otherwise something would really happen to him over time.

Then he left the evil spirit on the painting for now. He wanted to see who put so much evil energy on it and what the purpose was.

Dong Hao hurriedly walked to An Wu and stood obediently like a child, not daring to move.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt a chill running down his Tianling Cap, and then his body felt light for an instant, and he heard Anwu's voice, "Okay."

All right? ? ?

He had just closed his eyes for less than 3 seconds. Should he be so hasty?

Dong Hao opened his eyes and asked uneasily, "Ancestor, do you need to check again? After all..."

After all, this was related to his wealth and life, but seeing An Wu glare at him, Dong Hao silently swallowed back half of his words.

"Where did you get this thing?"

Anwu glanced sideways at him, wanting to see how many other hands had passed through the process.

Dong Hao thought for a while, "My friend said it was just unearthed, and not many people should have seen it."

"Your friends have been in trouble lately, right?"

An Wu stared at him with a half-smile. He dared to touch this newly unearthed thing. It seemed that Dong Hao was not as afraid of death as he had just seen.

Dong Hao smiled. It was true that he was afraid of death, but it was also true that he loved money.

Isn't there an old saying that goes like this: People die for money, and birds die for food.

"Tonight, let's go and see what's going on."

In order to prevent more people from getting hurt, it is better to get rid of this thing as soon as possible.

The goosebumps that Dong Hao had just smoothed suddenly stood up again. Could he please not go with us? ! !