Wei Mian didn't think so. She felt that the big-headed monster had a constant sneer on his face, and the whole painting was suffocating.

The despair of those people kneeling on the ground seems to be conveyed through the paper. This is definitely not an ordinary scroll.

Jiang Sanchuan noticed that Wei Mian's expression was not right, and even though he was slow to react, he realized it.

"Master, is there something wrong?"

After he asked this question, he couldn't help but think more about it. Could it be that the abnormality at home was caused by this painting?

Jiang Sanchuan's heart was pounding as he tried hard to recall when he brought the painting back and when the abnormality at home occurred.

Suddenly, he stiffened and remembered!

The last time he went back to his hometown was during the Qingming Festival. It was also at that time that he found this painting in his uncle's old house. It was covered with dust at the time, and Jiang Sanchuan thought it was an antique so he brought it back.

After wiping it clean, I found that the things drawn on it were particularly creepy. In addition, I was very busy with work at the time, so I just stuffed the scroll somewhere, thinking of asking someone to take a look at it when they have time.

Now Jiang Sanchuan thinks back carefully, it seems that strange things have been happening in the family since then. Could it really be because of that painting?

The more he thought about it, the more chills he felt down his spine.

Wei Mian's eyes were always on the painting. On the surface, it looked like a piece of paper, but she always felt something was wrong. The feeling of being stared at was definitely there.

She poked the thing all over with her jade fan until she poked its eyeballs, and suddenly she felt the monster move.

At this moment, the curtains in the living room opened automatically without wind, and the lights suddenly went out.

"ah--"

Meng Yun screamed in fear and leaned tightly against Jiang Sanchuan's arms, burying her head in his shoulder and not daring to lift it up.

Wei Mian became alert the moment the eyeballs started moving, and his expression instantly turned cold.

She held the jade bone fan in one hand and a handful of five thunder talismans in the other.

Wei Mian felt no pressure in drawing talismans. The Five Thunder Talisman, which seemed very rare to outsiders, was no different from a peace talisman in her eyes.

In the dark room, the only sounds were Meng Yun's occasional sobs and Jiang Sanchuan's heavy breathing; nothing else could be heard.

Based on the location of the scroll, she could probably guess why this thing came out to do evil. It probably didn't attack Jiang Sanchuan and his wife because its own strength did not allow it to do so.

Thinking of the rumors about the black lotus, Wei Mian clenched the jade bone fan in his hand.

"ah--"

Suddenly, Meng Yun screamed again, and at that moment something on her body flashed and emitted light.

Wei Mian saw clearly that the amulet was burning.

She immediately strode forward and put another amulet on Meng Yun, and then simply put the remaining amulets on her and Jiang Sanchuan.

At this moment, the talisman paper on Meng Yun's body no longer responded. The thing had left.

Jiang Sanchuan and Meng Yun were so scared that they hid beside Wei Mian and dared not move. They both saw the strange behavior of the talisman paper just now, and there was no doubt in their hearts that this little girl was really capable!

Wei Mian concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, feeling the changes in the atmosphere of this world.

Suddenly, her ears moved, and the jade bone fan swung towards the direction where the strange phenomenon came from.

“Ouch—”

Jiang Sanchuan saw a flash of golden light and suddenly heard something screaming in his ears.

The surroundings became quiet again.

Meng Yun thought of the voice just now and asked in a tearful voice, "Did that ghost get beaten to death?"

"He's probably just hiding temporarily, but he's not that easy to kill."

Wei Mian corrected.

Anyone who has anything to do with the black lotus will not die so easily.

"Besides, that thing isn't a ghost."

Meng Yun repeated blankly, "No, it's not a ghost?"

She wanted to say something else, but when she thought about how that thing had torn the living creatures in the house into pieces before, she was afraid that if she said something, it would hear her and come back for revenge, so she tried hard to suppress the fear in her heart.

Thinking of Wei Mian's serious expression as he observed the ancient painting just now, she finally figured out the key point.

Wei Mian listened for a while, and when he saw that the monster had stopped moving, he simply returned to the scroll.

Jiang Sanchuan cooperated and turned on the light, but it didn't come on after several attempts. "Is the circuit breaker tripped? I'll go check."

"No need to go."

Wei Mian turned on the light on his phone and turned his gaze to the big-headed monster on the scroll.

There seemed to be a hint of anger in the bulging bull eyes.

Wei Mian poked its eyes with the jade fan again, but it didn't move at all.

At this moment, Wei Mian's eyes fell on the whole painting again. The more he looked at it, the uglier it seemed to him. "Where did you get this painting?"

Jiang Sanchuan told the story of how he went home to worship the dead during the Qingming Festival and found this thing in the old house.

"What were you thinking? Bringing something so ugly back home?"

Wei Mian couldn't help but ask Jiang Sanchuan.

Jiang Sanchuan looked embarrassed. "I thought it was some kind of deity from a certain sect I didn't understand. You know their paintings are quite abstract."

There seems to be nothing wrong with saying this.

But thinking that it was brought back from the Jiang family's old house, Wei Mian said with certainty, "Did your uncle who owned this painting become prosperous in his early years and then die suddenly?"

Jiang Sanchuan's eyes widened immediately, "How did you know?"

Wei Mian snorted. If this evil creature wanted to survive, it must be worshipped, and in order to be worshipped, it must be given certain benefits.

This kind of relationship usually does not last long, because these evil creatures are very greedy, asking for more and more, and even demanding living people as sacrifices.

Maybe one or two can be deceived, but the evil creatures want more and more, who can satisfy them?

It cannot be said that there is no such thing. Wei Mian had heard from his master in his previous life that there was a very cruel person who offered the entire village, even his own relatives, to evil creatures in exchange for a higher status and more money.

Of course, this is only a minority. Most people cannot satisfy the appetite of the evil creature and thus have their souls devoured.

"Master knows it?"

Jiang Sanchuan asked tentatively.

Wei Mian nodded. "These things don't have specific names. They don't have fixed forms. They transform according to their skills, and each evil creature has different abilities. I've heard of this one with four eyes and eight ears. It's known for its well-informed nature, comparable to a god of hearing."

"But the Ear-Reporting God will tell its master when it hears the news. It practices with the master, but this thing is hidden in its stomach. Occasionally, it will tell part of it to the person who worships it, depending on the situation."

This is also the fundamental reason why those people became rich in a short period of time.

It’s like knowing the winning lottery numbers. Others are still spending a lot of money on the chance to win, but you already know the exact winning numbers. It’s hard not to get rich.

But at the same time, it is not so easy for it to tell you. It will definitely use some small favors to keep you hanging at the beginning. When it comes to controlling people's hearts, evil things are self-taught.

These evil creatures call themselves gods because they think they are omnipotent. This painting is just a place for them to live, and destroying it will be useless.