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After laughing enough, Su Jianjun suddenly said: "Speaking of this kind of supernatural event, we seem to have one here."

"Oh? What is it?" Su Ji suddenly became interested.

"Do you still remember the daughter of the old Han family?"

"Uh...is it called Han Xinrui?" Su Ji recalled.

This "Old Han" refers to the mayor of their town, Han Zhen, who in his impression is a kind and capable middle-aged man.Because he got a daughter when he was old, he dotes on his daughter very much.

"That's right, isn't she an art candidate? Next year she will take the college entrance examination! But her teacher said that according to her current level, she might not be able to get into the university of her choice."

"What does she study?" Su Ji asked casually.

The broadcasting and hosting major he studied also requires an art test.Broadcasting hosts have high requirements for body shape, articulation, etc. Su Ji also learned to dance for this purpose. With his face taking advantage, he easily passed the exam and entered the university of his dreams.

It's his dream to be a host.It was a dream born when I was a child and saw those hosts with elegant speech and quick responses on TV.

pity……

"draw."

Su Ji came back to his senses, and asked with a smile: "Then what does this have to do with supernatural events?"

He Junming sipped water while listening with his ears up.

"Let me talk about this." Lin Mulian put down her chopsticks and said enthusiastically: "His daughter's grades are poor, and she can only rely on the art test if she wants to get a book. But the teacher said that her level can't pass the art test. Han, can he not be in a hurry? Then about half a month ago, Lao Han bought a painting from somewhere. He said that this painting has magical powers and can improve people's painting skills."

"Oh?" Su Ji became interested, knowing that this supernatural event must be closely related to this painting.He asked, "Which famous artist is this painting by?"

"No, just an ordinary painting?" Lin Mulian recalled for a moment, and couldn't help rubbing her arms: "The painting seems to be the sky, the grass, and the village. But I don't know what's going on, the more I look at it, the weirder it becomes. "

"What kind of village?" He Junming straightened up abruptly.

Lin Mulian was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said, "In the village far away, are there ordinary tile-roofed houses?"

Su Ji glanced at He Junming and knew that he was looking for the studio.

Could it be that this painting has something to do with the studio?

Thinking about it, he asked, "Mom, you haven't told me what supernatural thing happened yet!"

"Yes, that's right. After Lao Han bought the painting, he hung it in his daughter's bedroom. Since that day, his daughter has been copying the painting every day. Except for eating, sleeping and shitting, she is just looking at the painting. .And guess what? A week ago, her daughter suddenly fell into a coma!"

"Too tired?" Su Ji was subconsciously suspicious.

Lin Mulian shook her head: "Hey, you don't know, Lao Han and his wife wanted to send him to the hospital to see a doctor, but as soon as he was moved out of the bedroom, the girl started to convulse and vomit blood. Move him into the bedroom, hey, She recovered! There was no other way but to invite the doctor home, but the test results showed that her heartbeat and pulse were normal, and there was no problem with the EEG, but she just couldn't wake up. No, she has been in a coma for a week! You can only hang your life by infusion, what is the difference with a vegetative state? Alas! Lao Han was so sad that he turned white all night!"

After listening to Su Ji, he felt sad.

It was a painting that I bought out of good intentions, but it became the chief culprit for causing my daughter to go into a coma. Can this Uncle Han not feel guilty?

While thinking, Su Ji noticed He Junming's burning gaze.

He turned his head and smiled knowingly: "Do you want to go and see?"

He Junming nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Then let's go and see it tomorrow morning, and it's not too late to see the Hawthorn Garden in the afternoon. Oh, by the way, Mom, call your relatives and neighbors, and we will treat them to dinner tomorrow night."

"It's really time to treat me to a meal." Lin Mulian nodded, "This time your father broke his leg, thanks to the help of a few relatives and neighbors, otherwise the Hawthorn Garden would be left alone."

Su Jianjun on the side nodded, and said worriedly: "Be careful tomorrow, that painting is weird, don't you two fall asleep too."

"Go, go, what are you talking about?" Lin Mulian glared at him, then said "bah" quickly, and then said: "My son is an auspicious person who has his own appearance. Fate! Besides, what is Xiaohe afraid of?"

"Yes, Xiaohe will protect me." Su Ji said, patted He Junming's shoulder, winking: "Xiaohe, right?"

"Yes." He Junming's eyes were extremely serious: "To protect you, I will protect you even if I die."

"No, there's no need to die." Su Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He was just joking with He Junming, but he didn't expect the other party to take it so seriously.

It's just a painting that can make people unconscious, so it shouldn't be that dangerous... right?

Early the next morning, He Junming couldn't wait to take Su Ji to Han Zhen's house.

Han Zhen's house was extremely lively today. When he knocked on the door and entered the courtyard, he saw a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist uniform and holding a dust whisk in his hand, doing ritual ceremonies.There are plausible words in his mouth.Su Ji had a good ear, and only heard what the other party was saying, "Taishang Laojun" or something.At first glance, it really looks like a fairy.

"Uncle Han." Su Ji went straight to Han Zhen, but saw that the other party was indeed covered with gray hair, and his eyes were red, swollen, and bloodshot.And the wife Shen Lan next to him was crying heartbreakingly, calling out the name "Han Xinrui" for her to come back.

spiritualism?

Su Ji found that Shen Lan was still holding a painting in his hand, and when he got closer, he could clearly see the front of the painting.

Then, Su Ji was stunned.

The bright galaxy stretches across thousands of miles. Under the galaxy, a small river like a jade belt winds into the distance. There are carp floating out of the water and wild birds poised to peck.

"Clatter——" the sound of water murmured.

Not far away, the green hills set off the fireworks in the world, and the villages with blue tiles and white walls are like an independent paradise.It seemed to be celebrating some kind of festival. There was a bonfire in the middle of the village, and a group of men and women in ancient costumes were singing and dancing around the bonfire.

"Crack! Crack!" The dry wood burst in the campfire.

The raging flames illuminated people's smiling faces, and also illuminated the face of a girl who resembled Han Xinrui.

Su Ji rubbed his eyes.

The wild bird grabbed the carp in one bite, spread its wings and flew to the distant forest.

A few wisps of clouds dissipated quietly, leaving the stars alone and beautiful in the sky.

The joyful songs and laughter are like thunder in the valley, echoing infinitely.

— This painting is alive.

Su Ji was sure that it wasn't his eyes that had problems.

So, what is going on?

Are the swimming fish, flying birds, and human beings in the painting alive?

What is the relationship between the girl in the painting who is exactly the same as the unconscious Han Xinrui and Han Xinrui?

Su Ji turned his head and whispered to He Junming, "Did you see anything in that painting?"

He Junming stared at the painting for a long time, then shook his head with a look of disappointment on his face: "There is aura, not a studio."

"I didn't ask this..." Su Ji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but then he noticed the word "spiritual energy".

Does this painting contain aura?

That's not a bad thing to think about.

"Did you see the painting moving?" Su Ji asked again.

He Junming froze for a moment, then shook his head.

It seems that only you can see it.

Su Ji thought.

Just thinking about it, the Taoist priest who was doing the practice in the center of the courtyard suddenly stopped and said: "It's time, set up a brazier and burn the evil painting!"

Um?Evil painting?burn? ? ?

In the next second, Han Zhen made two steps in three steps, took out the iron basin under the Eight Immortals table, lit the yellow paper and threw it into the basin.Immediately afterwards, his wife Shen Lan was about to throw the painting into the basin and burn it!

"Wait!" Su Ji stopped immediately.

"Su Ji? What are you doing?" Han Zhen was taken aback.

Shen Lan wiped her tears: "We are saving Ruirui! Why are you stopping us?"

"Uncle Han, Aunt Shen, this painting cannot be burned!" Su Ji persuaded.

The Taoist next to him stared: "Who are you? This painting is an evil painting. It has absorbed the three souls and six souls of the girl. If it is not burned, she will never wake up!" He said, looking at Shen Lan, Said: "Madam, if you miss the auspicious time, it will be too late!"

Shen Lan was startled, and hurriedly said: "I'll burn it, so I'll burn it!" As she spoke, she made a gesture to throw the painting into the brazier!

"do not!"

Su Ji subconsciously stepped forward to stop him, but was stopped by Han Zhen: "This is our family business, what are you doing here?!"

The voice fell, and the painting was thrown away.

"He Junming!" Su Ji shrank his pupils and shouted instantly.

"brush!"

In the blink of an eye, a black shadow passed by.

The next moment, He Junming held the painting of "Starry Night Village" in his hand, and stood beside Su Ji calmly.

Su Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, okay, Hua'er was rescued.

"Su Ji!" Han Zhen was angry.

The Taoist next to him sneered: "Hehe, the auspicious time has passed, and it may be difficult to wake people up again."

"Su Ji!" Shen Lan's eyes turned red when she heard the words, and immediately poured all her anger on Su Ji, "Your father broke his leg, and our old Han has helped a lot! What are you doing to prevent us from saving Xinrui now?" Heart?!"

Su Ji was helpless: "Uncle Han, Aunt Shen, please calm down." Then, he looked at the Taoist priest and said, "My Taoist priest, you don't know what basis you have for saying this painting is evil?"

The Taoist said calmly when he heard the words: "It devours three souls and six souls, isn't it an evil painting?"

Su Ji sneered, and said, "The three gods, Su Xiao, strictly drive Kuilong."

The Taoist was taken aback, but didn't understand: "What?"

"What's the next sentence?" Su Ji asked leisurely.

The Taoist priest froze instantly.

When Han Zhen and Shen Lan saw this, it was as if they had been poured with cold water, and their anger suddenly cooled down.

Su Ji smiled contemptuously: "The next line is 'The mighty sword god king, kill evil and eliminate traces'. This is the Taoist mantra "Canopy Mantra", and all Taoists can recite it by heart. Do you dare to call yourself a Taoist now?"

Hearing the words, the Taoist unconsciously took a step back, his eyes dodging.

Han Zhen was dumbfounded: "Fake?"

Su Ji rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "I don't even understand "The Curse of the Canopy", of course it's fake."

Han Zhen blushed.

— angry!

Seeing this, the Taoist priest immediately filled his face with a smirk: "This, this, Mr. Han, I just want to make a living... Hey? Don't take the broom... Ah! Help!"