This Damned Thirst for Survival

Isn't this nonsense?

The other two disciples looked at him speechlessly.

If there is no evil, what are they doing here?

But Feng Li nodded without changing his face, "You are quite right."

After complimenting 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 exchanged 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.

Huang Yulan and her daughter's eyes were red from crying. When they saw them coming in, they hurriedly took out their handkerchiefs to wipe away their tears, and stood up with a forced smile, "Mr. Feng, please sit down."

Feng Li sat on the sofa, and Jiang Luo and the other two stood behind him.

"Tell me," Feng Liyun said lightly, "what happened to me."

Feng Li, as the celestial master of the Feng family, would not easily go out to deal with such trivial matters.It's just that this time he happened to be in Yunnan, and the old Tianshi was familiar with Huang Yulan, so it was laborious for him to make a move.

Huang Yulan couldn't stop crying when she heard this.Her son Ke Hetang hurriedly said: "My father had an accident."

"Half a month ago, my father started to feel wrong. His temper became more and more irritable and irritable, and he lost his temper when things didn't go his way. 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 okay to eat after treatment, but we found that he secretly swallowed these insects alive when we were not paying attention."

Jiang Luo heard the sound of the two people around him swallowing hard.

Swallowing it alive is indeed cruel enough.

The world is full of wonders, some people have strange sexuality, and some have strange eating habits.

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, scratching the front of his body and his back, and he didn't stop until he bled. We asked him if it hurt, and he said he didn't feel it. "

Huang Yulan grabbed the handkerchief, "Mr. Feng, didn't you see that the wounds on his body were scratched by himself, and they were all to the point of needing stitches. Does he really not feel the pain? I feel... It feels like he is possessed by an evil spirit." It seems."

Feng Li listened quietly, and when they finished speaking, he stood up and said, "I see."

"Come with me." Feng Li turned his head to look at Jiang Luo and the others.

The mansion is huge, Feng Li took them to see the first floor and then went to the second floor.

Huang Yulan's mother and son followed behind and looked at them eagerly. When they reached the study on the second floor, Jiang Luo sensitively felt a cold breath blowing before they entered.

Feng Li should have felt it too. He stepped straight into the study without hesitation.

The study room is huge, with books on two walls.A mahogany custom-made desk is placed in front of the bookcase, and a tiger-skin-patterned carpet is covered on the center floor.

At first glance, it looks calm and majestic, but the design is slightly exaggerated and extravagant under closer inspection.Along the way, Jiang Luo felt that this family should be a nouveau riche who suddenly became rich.

There are many beautiful green plants placed 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 is a full body portrait of a man from the back, wearing a very old-fashioned top, sinking from the waist down into the darkness.At the bottom of the painting, beside the man's feet, there is a rigid shadow. The shadow is slightly heavier than the dark background. You can only find out after looking closely that the shadow seems to be divided into three vague sections.

Jiang Luo didn't feel very good about this painting.

Feng Li asked: "What did you see?"

It was another test, and having absorbed the experience just now, Wang Santan said cautiously: "There must be a problem here."

Another dear friend followed closely: "The problem must be serious."

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, and he looked at Huang Yulan and the others, "When did you buy this painting?"

Ke Hetang said cautiously: "My father bought this at an auction half a month ago. Mr. Feng, is there something wrong with this painting?"

Feng Li nodded lightly, stepped forward to touch the drawing paper, pondered for a moment, and said to his disciples: "Come and touch the material of this painting."

The three of Jiang Luo stepped forward to touch them one by one.The canvas is smooth and elastic to the touch, and it is easy to feel addictive.After they touched 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, and has never seen such paper.

Feng Li said: "This is human skin drawing paper."

Everyone was stunned, Huang Yulan murmured with trembling hands, "Human skin drawing paper?"

The faces of the mother and son were pale, and they were trembling with fright.I can't believe that there is such a painting made of human skin hanging in their house!

Feng Li looked at the enshrined copper coin on the desk again, "When was this copper coin placed there?"

"Two or two months ago," Ke Hetang said fearfully, with a face like gold paper, "I brought this back. My father has always loved antique calligraphy and paintings, and we usually consciously buy these things back home."

Feng Li walked to the table, looked down at the copper coins, and said in a cold tone, "If the copper coins are passed down from the family, they can naturally be displayed and have the effect of guarding the house. But if the origin of the copper coins is unknown, it is easy to be contaminated with dirty things."

He reached out 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, and after a while he said: "Mr. Feng, I didn't know this was a coin from a dead man's mouth."

"The yin energy on the copper coin is extremely heavy." Feng Li put down the copper coin, took out a handkerchief and wiped his palms, "The yin energy nourishes the human skin drawing paper, and develops evil energy. Just be damned."

Huang Yulan hurriedly asked: "Mr. Feng, what about now, is it too late to find out about this?"

"In time," 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, a circle of black air lingered around his seal, his temples were protruding, and his face was full of flesh and menace.This kind of face often appeared on the butcher's face, but Jiang Luo didn't see how rich and powerful the owner of the study was, but felt that this man was extremely poor and vicious, not a good stubble.

This Mr. Ke was impatient when he first came in, but he was taken aback when he saw Feng Li.He obviously knew Feng Li, and immediately put away his impatience, and said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Feng? Why did you come to my house?"

In today's society, the higher the status, the more superstitious people are. Ke Wangwei also believes in this. Anyone with some channels knows Feng Li's reputation, but few people can ask Feng Li to help.

Ke Wangwei didn't expect to see Feng Li at his home, and he was surprised and happy for a while, and the discomfort he felt in the past few days suddenly decreased a lot.

"What advice does Mr. Feng come to my house for?"

Feng Li looked at him for a few moments, pointed to the painting in the study and said, "Does Mr. Ke know this painting?"

Ke Wangwei felt weird, so he 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 people in the painting?"

Ke Wangwei was puzzled, he looked towards the painting.

In fact, Ke Wangwei bought the painting precisely because he felt familiar at the first sight after seeing the painting.But he couldn't recognize who the back of the man in this painting was, and he didn't see anything now. Ke Wangwei's eyes hurt from seeing it, and he was about to look away when a strange feeling suddenly came to his heart.

Ke Wangwei's face turned pale, "How is that possible!"

Feng Li said calmly, "You recognize it, who is the person in the painting?"

Beads of sweat rolled down Ke Wangwei's forehead, hesitatingly said: "I, I don't know..."

Feng Li turned around and was about to leave with his disciples.

Huang Yulan panicked and said, "Mr. Feng, don't go!"

She pulled Ke Wangwei's clothes angrily, "You know what, why don't you say it quickly? Do you know that if Mr. Feng doesn't take action, you will die 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 say, I say! Mr. Feng, please help me!"