Fox spirit's self-cultivation

Zheng Xuanli followed the young man who led the way to the upstairs, and saw that in the empty room with only four walls, all kinds of people were squatting or standing together, and a few people who looked like supervisors were looking at the group of people with critical eyes.

Xu Xun was a little nervous when he was brought up. Seeing so many people, he was sure, but the group of people were all unfamiliar faces. Xu Xun was somewhat uncomfortable. His eyes lit up when he saw Zheng Xuanli coming up, and he hurried over, puzzled. Said: "Master, why are you here?"

"Seeing that you unlucky boy has found an unlucky job, I'll come and take a look." Zheng Xuanli handed Xu Xun the plastic bag containing two steamed buns, "Here, please add pickled mustard to the steamed buns you eat, and go on the road when you are full. .”

"Thank you, thank you so much." Xu Xun somehow lost all his documents and wallets, and was already dizzy from hunger, so he hurriedly took out the steamed buns and ate them.

"Well, the steamed buns are so delicious." Xu Xun, who was so hungry, burst into tears, and instantly felt that Zheng Xuanli was exuding a dazzling halo of saving suffering, which almost blinded his eyes.

Zheng Xuanli, who was standing under the light bulb, glanced around casually, and found that the walls of an entire empty room were covered with portraits, and the portraits were covered by white cloth, making it impossible to see what the paintings were.

In the empty room, wisps of devilish energy wrapped around everyone, gradually sinking into the eyes and ears of those present.

From Zheng Xuanli's point of view, these people were buried in layers of black mist while they were walking. After a while, more black mist emerged from the people and sank into the canvas, repeating the cycle.

The demonic energy on the paintings became stronger and stronger, and the presence of those portraits became stronger and stronger.

The scene in front of him awakened Zheng Xuanli's not-so-good memories, and reminded him of a human being begging him to do bad things—Song Qianshi.

Wasn't it the same when Song Qianshi took a few young people to cut open their palms, mixed the blood into the paint, poured the paint on the canvas to draw a totem, and prayed with a greedy devilish energy all over their bodies?

Zheng Xuanli suddenly had a bad premonition, he observed for a while, and after seeing a familiar totem under the painting hanging in the middle, his eyes went dark.

These people are really human beings who believe in the devil and want to summon the devil.

The technique of summoning the devil has always existed, which was the tradition of Lucifer when he was in office. Lucifer used it to harvest human souls to create powerful monsters, but Zheng Xuanli has always hated this weird monster custom.

However, with totems and rituals, part of his consciousness will appear in front of these summoners uncontrollably, which is exactly the world's restrictions on the devil.

The current demon king Zheng Xuanli, who had been transferred to a human body, suddenly felt startled and wiped his sweat silently.

The middle-aged man who led Xu Xun up at the beginning clapped his hands and said loudly: "Now that everyone is here, let me tell you about your work. There will be an art exhibition here in two days, and the walls need to be repainted. The paintings hanging on the wall are all priceless masterpieces. The cheapest ones are hundreds of thousands, and the high value can be worth millions or tens of millions. You poor ghosts have to be careful, you know? When painting Don't damage the painting, or you will pay for it with your life!"

Hearing that the paintings hanging on the wall were so expensive, everyone who had been lazy at first trembled, and they couldn't help looking at Bai Bu with strange eyes.

Pairs of eyes revealed an undisguised desire for money.

Xu Xun almost choked on a mouthful of steamed buns. He said in a daze, "Such an expensive painting is hung on the wall so casually, and there are no security guards. Aren't they afraid of people stealing it?"

The middle-aged man sneered: "Steal, rob? I don't think anyone has the guts! This is the painstaking effort of Master Song and his disciples. The Xi's consortium has already booked at a high price, and they are still paying for each painting. Locators are installed in the back, and insurance is bought, as long as you dare to do it, you bastards are waiting for a lawsuit."

What the middle-aged man said was ugly, and many people present showed anger on their faces.

"What are you looking at, work! Don't touch these precious portraits with your dirty hands!"

Even though the middle-aged man said so, nearly a hundred people present couldn't hide their curiosity. They looked at the painting behind the white cloth with a kind of anger.Even the crowd who didn't care about the painting at first had their eyes glued to the white cloth.

A gust of draft wind blew by, stirring the white cloth, and the patterns on several paintings shook slightly.

It was a series of portraits, in which there were men and women, and without exception, they were young people with handsome faces.I don't know if it's because of the angle, but when Xu Xun raised his eyes to look over, the corners of the mouths of the people in the paintings curled up strangely, as if they were laughing at everyone present.

The people in the portraits, both men and women, are beautiful and enchanting, but the eyes of the paintings are blank, which makes people feel creepy for no reason.

Xu Xun shivered violently. He swallowed the steamed bun, approached Zheng Xuanli, and said in a tense voice, "Did you see that those paintings... have no eyes."

"I see." Zheng Xuanli's face turned black.

Sure enough, he guessed right, these paintings, only when the ghosts are condensed with the devilish energy attracted by human greed, can the eyes emerge.

The middle-aged man in charge has sharp ears, so please snort when you hear this: "The eyes are not painted for insurance. Even if someone steals the painting maliciously, the value of the portrait without eyes will be greatly reduced. His paintings are only worth tens of thousands. Have you seen this one? Isn’t the portrait of Ni Tianmei, the number one beauty in Huaguo, more beautiful than her own? But without eyes, it’s even less valuable if you take her as your own !"

Several men swallowed a mouthful of saliva looking at Ni Tianmei's portrait.

"It's so beautiful!"

"Even without the eyes, she is still several times more beautiful than Goddess Ni herself..."

People's desires and desires were aroused by a few words, and the breath in the room became even more muddy.

Xu Xun was called by the supervisor twice when he spoke, and he didn't have the heart to observe other things. After eating the last steamed bun, he began to move things in a dejected manner.

He didn't notice at all that after the principal emphasized the value of the painting again, the eyes of the temporary workers who were recruited from the streets and lanes all changed.

Hundreds of thousands...millions...theft...

Ni Tianmei...take it as her own...

These characters silently fell into everyone's ears, and then took root in their hearts.

Many people's eyes were stained with madness. Even when they were working, those people's eyes still looked at the paintings on the wall from time to time——

That's all money, a pair of them can squander a year or a lifetime of money for these vagrants!

Of course, there are some people who are as unmoved as Xu Xun, but the management personnel present exchanged glances with each other, and some of them complained softly: "I don't know what the masters think, but let us manage it. If these poor and The stinky homeless man really has evil thoughts, so what if there is a locator? We are really dangerous."

"Don't say it, I'm afraid too. But fortunately, they have no courage."

Those voices were not too loud, just enough to be heard clearly by people passing by nearby, like simple complaints, but the already dissatisfied crowd became even more angry and greedy when they heard the words.

Zheng Xuanli glanced at them, and all the people who were pulled up had haggard faces and numb eyes, as if they were all resentful people who had recently encountered misfortune.They were either down-on-luck, hard-fought, targeted for losing their jobs, or just slobs, and every single one of them was a young, middle-aged man.

Including him and the unlucky Xu Xun.

Such a person, if he hears that there is a chance to get rich overnight, even if he doesn't do it, can he control himself not to have evil thoughts of greed?

No, so now they are continuously attracting all kinds of magic energy to gather.

The people working were becoming more and more restless, and more and more people were focusing on the paintings. Affected by the environment, even Xu Xun would glance at the paintings from time to time.

He didn't have any strange thoughts, just like most people, he was curious about what this priceless painting looked like.If those pictures of beauties with weird smiles are so valuable, then Xu Xun will not understand the world of artists.

Thinking of this, Xu Xun glanced at the painting again. What he saw was the most delicate, largest and most attractive painting with the most central frame.

The painting was hung by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the white cloth covering it trembled slightly with the wind. When Xu Xun looked up, another gust of wind blew the white cloth up.

A pair of eyes appeared, looking directly at Xu Xun.

Xu Xun and the foggy but strange eyes in the painting looked at each other for a few seconds before he realized it.

"Ah——" Xu Xun felt his scalp go numb, and he fell to the ground all of a sudden, looking at the painting in horror, staring at the pair of eyes that became clearer and clearer.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Xuanli helped him up.

Xu Xun's face was pale. He firmly held Zheng Xuanli's hand, and said in horror: "Master, that painting has eyes! He is smiling, and his mouth is still moving as if alive!"

The moment he looked over, the pair of eyes that had just appeared on the painting locked on to him, as if the person in the painting was about to emerge from the canvas and pounce on him.

Xu Xun's pupils constricted, Zheng Xuanli stared into his pupils, and saw a small shadow from the depths of his eyes.

As Xu Xun said, the person in the painting is branded on his eyes. In Xu Xun's eyes, the corner of the portrait's mouth is stained with blood, and he looks at the outside world through Xu Xun's eyes so strangely.

Zheng Xuanli looked at the phantom coldly, and after a while, the phantom in Xu Xun's eyes dissipated.

Xu Xun was also absent-minded for a moment.

"The eyes hurt so much, is it dust?" Xu Xun rubbed his eyes and asked in confusion.

"Well, there was something dirty, and it's gone now." Zheng Xuanli looked up, and saw the supervisors around him looking at Xu Xun almost fanatically.

But when Xu Xun rubbed his eyes, they showed disappointment again.

Several people turned their heads, lingering at the others like vultures hunting.

Zheng Xuanli's expression became more and more serious.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and soon the sky outside the window darkened, and the white cloth hanging on the wall was shaking under the breeze, revealing vague faces, each fresh and beautiful, with red lips drawn up, The smile is getting more and more evil.

But except for Xu Xun, no one seemed to notice something was wrong.

After Xu Xun noticed the eyes appeared in the paintings, he was terrified, and followed Zheng Xuanli step by step, as far away as possible from those paintings, trying not to look at those weird paintings.

But pictures of beauties are everywhere, and the walls are covered with paintings. If you don't pay attention, you will see the beautiful faces in the paintings.

Only two hours had passed, but the fog inside and outside was already covered in black. Xu Xun was startled, glanced at Zheng Xuanli, walked over to the middle-aged man and said, "Boss, we have urgent matters. My buddies and I want to go home."

"I'm sorry, you won't be paid now when you go back, you should think about it clearly." The middle-aged man said with a blank expression.

Xu Xun looked around, and found that everyone present was walking back and forth numbly, looking up at the wall dreamily from time to time, with a strange light in their eyes.

Everything here is getting weirder and weirder.

Xu Xun restrained his fear, and tried his best to look normal and said: "I don't need salary anymore, I'm not feeling well, can't I go home first? My buddy is also there, he needs to take care of me."

"No." The middle-aged man's smile seemed to be painted on his face, and there was a strange light in his eyes, so he rejected Xu Xun with a smirk.

Xu Xun became more and more panicked, he looked at Zheng Xuanli: "Are you going, let's go together quickly?"

"Don't go." Zheng Xuanli looked at the painting, even though he didn't have that special light in his eyes, Xu Xun still felt extremely depressed.

Zheng Xuanli's expression was so focused, there was a dark light in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had completely assimilated with the surrounding paintings, and something was about to move on his body.

Xu Xun shivered violently.