This is a picture full of evil. There is a coffin on the picture. There is a person lying on his back in the coffin. The strange thing about it is that around the coffin, there is a circle formed naturally with blood.

The blood in the picture was bright and dripping, and consciousness penetrated. As soon as I smelled a faint smell of blood, I secretly called myself a stranger. I looked closely and saw that the blood flowed out from the corpses lodging on both sides of the coffin, forming a cross shape, and then flowed through one side of the sarcophagus, and finally merged on the other side of the sarcophagus, surrounding the sarcophagus in the center.

Zhong Kui looked at the picture, moved his gaze away from the picture, and observed the person close to him. A face that was not old but had a disagreeable age. A faint worry was dissolved in his deep and wise eyes, and a persistence, a sophistication, and a bohemian temperament from his words and deeds. His name is Jiang Sen, a materialist and a graduate student in archaeology. Not only is he an archaeology graduate student, their ancestors have had a broad relationship with archaeology for generations.

Johnson said: This picture was found in the storage cabinet when he moved.

Zhong Kui asked, "How do you need me to help you?"

Johnson said, "Look at this place," and he showed Zhong Kui the back of the picture.

There are words written on the back of the picture; to future generations, I would like to take this picture as a warning and do not investigate the origin of this picture in depth. Its evil is far from controllable by human power, Jiang Hanmiao's ultimate pen.

Looking at the words in the picture, there are huge secrets hidden between the lines, and this secret cannot be blasphemed or violated, otherwise it will cause death. This sentence is like an invisible spell, making people shudder.

Zhong Kui felt the neck cold after the erection, and swallowed his saliva and said, "You are here to find me, not just to show me these things," as he said, he secretly guessed the purpose of the person coming.

"It was Uncle Zhiqing who introduced me to you," Jiang Sen said in a calm tone, but in a shocking voice.

"He, okay?" Zhong Kui was excited and hurriedly asked after hearing the name of his old friend Zhiqing.

"It's pretty good, it's weak,"

"Well, time is unforgiving,"

"Uncle Zhiqing is a good friend to my father," Jiang Sen said in his face. He must have thought of his father, so he was sad.

...

Zhong Kui doesn't like this kind of silence. He would rather lie in bed and sleep than silence between two people.

Jiang Sen pursed his lips tightly, pinching the picture absent-mindedly, his eyes flashed on Zhong Kui's face, and then moved away quickly, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

Zhong Kui moved his butt, and the sofa made a squeaking sound. He gently tapped his finger on the coffee table, deliberately trying to ease the overly depressing atmosphere. "He didn't want to come and find me for you,"

Although the other party repeatedly concealed the purpose of this trip, Zhong Kui observed a flash of complex and indistinguishable light from the other party's deep eyes, and couldn't help but say to himself: He must have encountered something terrible, otherwise he wouldn't have come to me from afar.

"He had something he wanted to come, but he was not in good health."

"Well, I've had a lot of things recently and I'm so tired. I just came back from another place and really want to have a good rest," Zhong Kui's implicit order to expel guests has already shown that if you have something to do, you will say it and leave if you have nothing to do.

"Uh, I'll cause you trouble," Johnson was still hesitating. He didn't know if this person was capable as Uncle Zhiqing said, but judging from his appearance, he had nothing outstanding, just like those ordinary farmers, especially his appearance, he was really impressed.

Zhong Kui got up and went into the kitchen bored. He thought that there was nothing to do, but then quit.

Johnson wanted to leave, but hesitated.

There is not much time left, and this is a major event that concerns human life. Once it fails, all previous efforts will be wasted. But if you don’t try, there will be no chance.

Thinking of this, he decisively raised his head and looked straight at Zhong Kui and said, "Uncle, I want to know your views on ghosts and gods,"

Zhong Kui, who walked out of the kitchen, was speechless by the other party's inexplicable words. Then he waved his hand and said, "Ghosts and gods, although they are invisible, can also be said to be part of people's fear and are optional, but we have nothing to do to discuss this topic, which is disrespect for them, so I refuse to answer your question."

"Uh," Jiang Sen was silent. He didn't expect that a person who seemed ordinary could also say these intriguing words.

"You've gone to this place," Zhong Kui pointed out the place where the sarcophagus was in the picture.

Jiang Sen was stunned. He was surprised that Zhong Kui had an insight into Qiuhao's ability. He had been worried about whether to say this. In fact, it was because of his distrust of him and his abilities, so he had not said it for a long time. However, he seemed to know the purpose of his trip, which was to seek help from him. It seemed that people could not judge people as a person's ability.

He smiled bitterly and nodded mechanically, "Yes, we've gone, regretted it, and scared,"

Zhong Kui sat down, as the sofa sank, his body slightly flicked, his thick eyebrows tightened, and he looked at Johnson with his eyes narrowed, "If you don't mind, you can tell me, I will be a qualified listener,"

Johnson, feeling relieved, said in relief: "Okay,"

When Johnson found this picture, he didn't care at the time and threw it aside.

But since he saw this picture, he often had the same dream. In the dream, there was a strange voice talking, and he didn't understand anything he said, but in the dream, he could truly feel a kind of fear from the space inexplicably.

From then on, Johnson was in poor spirits and was always lost. When he went to the hospital, the doctor symbolically prescribed some medicines that could not kill people, but they did not have any effect.

Still dreaming, it was still that strange dream. Jiang Sen thought that he had just had this dream after seeing the strange picture, so he went to find the picture to look carefully, but he searched every corner of the study room, and nothing was there.

In desperation, he had to give up looking for pictures, focus on his work, fill in time, so that he has no free time to think about the picture.

One day, because he was too tired, he was lying on the sofa to watch TV. The TV was playing a costume TV series. The stories in the TV series were clichés but had no new meaning. After watching it for a while, he was sleepy and climbed up his eyes unconsciously. In a trance, he felt that the TV screen suddenly turned off, and suddenly the screen was black, and he had the idea to turn off the TV.
Chapter completed!