"That's the current conclusion! And his son's way of protecting him is through these paintings!"

At first, I thought the village was haunted because of these paintings!

But it seems that's not the case now!

These paintings are somewhat similar to door gods! They can provide a certain degree of protection!

I made a bold guess.

Moreover, I did indeed sense an unknown energy in these paintings.

"Holy crap! They can actually draw door gods!"

Old Dao blurted it out.

"Blind Zhou, do you still have those paintings your son made? I want to see them!"

I ignored Lao Dao's reaction and continued to stare at Zhou the Blind.

I am just as interested in those things as I am in paper, ink, and pens.

Zhou the Blind took a deep breath, as if he had made a major decision.

He got up again, walked to the cabinet next to him, and took out a lot of things from the bucket.

Paper, ink, brush, and inkstone—everything is provided.

I can feel a rich energy in this paper, ink, brush, and inkstone.

This once again confirms my previous guess.

"Old Luo, look at these things! Every single one of them is a magical artifact!"

I spread out these papers, ink, brushes, and inkstones next to Luo Tianhe, Lao Dao, and the ants.

Luo Tianhe also picked it up and began to examine it seriously.

He opened the inkstone, weighed it in his hand, and his expression suddenly froze.

"This looks like something from our house!"

Luo Tianhe blurted it out.

He turned the inkstone over, and sure enough, the words "He Family" were written on it.

My expression was a little strange. So this Zhou the tailor was an old man!