Jiang Sanchuan was a little surprised when he heard Wei Mian say this.

"This thing is used to being worshipped, and it's always considered itself a god. As the saying goes, it's easier to invite a god than to send him away. You brought it back but didn't worship it, which made it unhappy. All the previous things were just warnings to you."

Hearing Wei Mian say that this thing claims to be a god, Jiang Sanchuan's expression was a little strange, "Is this a statue of a god? What does it control?"

Wei Mian glanced at him, and the understanding in his eyes made Jiang Sanchuan's heart tremble, as if he had seen through his thoughts.

"Have you ever heard of mandrills or some other powerful wild ghosts? They think they are gods because they are worshipped by the people. If you are not afraid of death, you can worship them. As for what will happen after the worship -"

Jiang Sanchuan didn't look at Wei Mian, but his ears pricked up quietly.

"You can get rich!" Wei Mian said nonchalantly.

Before Jiang Sanchuan could be happy, she continued, "At first, the offerings were small amounts of chicken, duck, fish and meat, then whole cows, sheep, and mules, and then living people, from one or two to dozens or even hundreds—"

There are always some spirits among the people. Because they are greedy for the incense offerings from the people, they will also rely on satisfying wishes in exchange. But after all, they are not real gods, so they don’t have so many constraints and do things according to their own preferences.

There are even many cases of people eating the sacrifices but not working.

When Jiang Sanchuan heard Wei Mian say that this thing could eat people, he couldn't help but shudder. The little thought he had just had immediately disappeared. "Master, please throw this painting away. I don't dare to touch it anymore."

Wei Mian raised his eyebrows, "Did I ever tell you that once this thing binds you, it will be a fight to the death?"

Jiang Sanchuan's face turned pale. "No, I never said that."

"Oh, that's what I forgot."

Wei Mian no longer paid attention to the trembling Jiang Sanchuan, and was thinking about how to lure this thing out of the painting.

Even if the painting is burned, it will be useless. It can attach itself to any paper, and it is impossible to detect it when it is invisible and motionless.

Wei Mian took a piece of talisman paper and stuck it on the scroll, blocking its five senses so that it could not feel what was happening in the room.

"How long has your uncle been dead?"

Jiang Sanchuan wanted Wei Mian to get rid of this thing quickly, so he naturally told her everything he knew. He tried to recall it for a long time but couldn't remember it. "I'll call my mom, she's sure she'll know!"

As he spoke, Jiang Sanchuan took out his cell phone and called Jiang Ma without caring whether it was the middle of the night or not.

The phone rang twice before an old, sleepy voice came from the other end.

Jiang Sanchuan didn't care about those things. He asked what he wanted and hung up.

"Three years and eight months!"

Wei Mian nodded, which means that no one has offered offerings to this thing for more than three years, so it must be starving by now.

Wei Mian curled the corners of his lips and thought of a solution.

"Do you have any poultry at home? Or even some freshly killed ones will do. I can use some magic to lure this thing out."

"No, ever since that incident I don't dare to buy those things for my home!"

Meng Yun sniffed. This was true. Whenever she saw those things now, she would easily recall their miserable deaths. She had no appetite at all, let alone cooking.

Wei Mian thought for a while and said, "Go ask the people upstairs and downstairs, otherwise we'll have to wait until tomorrow to deal with it."

When Jiang Sanchuan heard that it would be tomorrow, he quickly took the job upon himself and immediately took out his cell phone to start recruiting people.

He didn't want to delay it for another day, so he had to get rid of this thing as soon as possible, otherwise he wouldn't dare to sleep in this house.

Within ten minutes, he said he had asked a relative who ran a restaurant to get a live chicken, and asked the errand boy to deliver it.

After solving the most important issue of sacrifice, Wei Mian began to think about the method of worshiping this evil god. She had never worshipped it before, but it should be similar to worshiping the dead!

As for incense and candles, Wei Mian prepared them as usual and also brought some in her backpack.

About half an hour later, the errand boy delivered the food. Wei Mian took action himself and cut the chicken's neck with a knife.

As a result, she failed to catch it in time, and the chicken broke free with its last breath, fluttering around and flying far away in the house.

Maybe because of excessive blood loss, the thing was running around in the house, with blood all over the floor.

Wei Mian: “…”

I'm a little embarrassed.

Jiang Sanchuan laughed dryly and comforted Wei Mian, "It's okay, we all have experience in cleaning up. As long as we can get rid of that thing, these are all trivial matters, trivial matters, haha."

Wei Mian had just attacked that thing with the Jade Bone Fan, so it would probably take some effort to get it out now. However, the blood all over the ground was already so appealing to it, so it should come out, right?

Wei Mian looked around the living room and found that the curtains were not drawn yet, so he hurried over to draw the blackout curtains. The room was suddenly plunged into complete darkness, which was almost enough.

Wei Mian asked Meng Yun and Jiang Sanchuan to kneel in front of the temporary altar.

Darkness makes people afraid. Jiang Sanchuan felt his hands and feet were weak and he couldn't even kneel.

On the contrary, Meng Yun, who had been afraid the whole time, was able to hold her own. After Wei Mian said start, she was the first to kneel before the sacrifice.

He clasped his hands together and bowed. In the darkness, he couldn't see what was on the painting, but the more he couldn't see, the colder he felt in his heart. Wei Mian stepped forward and peeled off the talisman paper.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her third eye was open. The originally dark room had changed in her eyes.

What she saw now were all kinds of aura: the vitality emitted by Jiang Sanchuan and Meng Yun, the faint spiritual energy emitted by the flowers and plants on the balcony, and the subtle evil aura of the scroll, which leaked out in the air.

Wei Mian put a breath-suppressing talisman on herself. As long as the strength was not too much greater than hers, she would not be able to sense that there was another person here.

Meng Yun kowtowed three times and nine times to the portrait as if she was praying in a temple, muttering to herself all the time, and even made a wish to invite the gods in the painting to come out. She would definitely offer higher-level sacrifices on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month in the future.

Jiang Sanchuan admired his wife very much for this. People who are usually timid are always stronger than him at critical moments. At this moment, he followed her and repeated these words over and over again for three times. Then the two of them knelt in front of the altar and kowtowed silently.

Neither of them could get up until Wei Mian gave the signal, but at this moment, time seemed to have stopped and passed extremely slowly.

Wei Mian was not in a hurry at all, but he was a little regretful that he had not chosen to sit down just now. His legs were a little tired from standing.

The Four Eyes and Eight Ears already existed during Wei Mian's time. Most of the people who worshipped it were officials. It was a powerful tool for gathering information about political enemies and even for trying to figure out the thoughts of those in power.

However, due to the change of dynasties and the long period of turmoil, fewer and fewer people knew about this thing. Even the number of people who believed in orthodox Buddhism and Taoism was decreasing. With the entry of many Western churches into the country, even fewer people believed in evil gods.

Wei Mian didn’t know about the others, but the one in front of her had been hungry for at least three and a half years. She didn’t believe that this thing had such great willpower not to come out and enjoy itself.

Put yourself in their shoes. If someone has been hungry for more than three years and doesn’t rush to eat when he sees it, that person has great concentration!

In the portrait, the four eyes and eight ears are ready to move.

It has no physical form, otherwise Wei Mian would have been able to see it drooling.