My hands kept touching these paintings, and I must say, every single one of them is a masterpiece.
Although I don't know much about calligraphy and painting, I do know about these materials.
Judging from the materials, composition, and ink marks of these paintings, the brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones used to make each painting were all of extraordinary quality.
Leaving aside the painting skills, the materials alone are quite valuable.
This is definitely not something an ordinary family can afford.
"How much did the old man pay for these paintings?"
I turned around, pointed at the words, and slowly opened my mouth. I felt that this shouldn't have been done by Zhou the Blind's son.
"It wasn't bought; my son drew it himself. He just loves these kinds of things!"
After listening, Zhou the Blind shook his head.
He explicitly told me that these things were all drawn by his son.
I have neither confirmed nor denied this.
Anyway, I'm certain that an ordinary person absolutely cannot afford to play with this kind of thing. The most important thing is that the painting in front of me is of Ji Xinglan!
I turned my gaze to Ji Xinglan's painting once again. Ji Xinglan's appearance seemed even sweeter and more dignified than when I had seen her before.
And this outfit is the same one Ji Xinglan wore when she attended Luo Tianhe's wedding.
I scanned it with my third eye, but unfortunately, it seems like something in the painting blocked my third eye.
The more this is the case, the more I feel there's something wrong with this thing.
"I want to meet your eldest son!"
I watched as Blind Zhou made this request.
"No problem, come with me!"
Surprisingly, Zhou the Blind Man showed no surprise after hearing this. He first apologized to Luo Tianhe, then stood up and led me into a room inside.
I saw a man lying on the bed in the room.
The man was probably in his fifties and looked like the pampered type; he didn't look like a farmer at all.
His body was torn to pieces; if I hadn't been able to sense the presence of a living person, I would have thought it was a corpse.
My heart is racing.
This guy's arms and legs have been separated, only his head is still attached to his neck, but if you look closely, there is a very long scar on his neck.
Damn it! Did they cut off my head?
Old Dao came in with me, and when he saw this disgusting scene, he immediately vomited.
"Old man! What's going on?!"
Old Dao couldn't help but ask.
After listening to this, Blind Zhou remained silent for a long time before telling the two of us the story.
Last autumn, my son was implicated in a murder case, which was said to be a case of rebellion!
Then he ended up being torn apart by five horses!
Later, our village chief brought the body back!
But after bringing him home, my son was able to talk, and when his body was put back together, he was no different from a normal person!
This continued until a few days ago, when he suddenly stopped moving and became like this!
Blind Zhou explained it to us word by word, and I was completely dumbfounded.
I can understand each word individually, but I can't understand them when they're put together.
What does it mean that after being torn apart by five horses, the village chief brought him back and he could still work normally as if nothing had happened?
Then a few days ago it suddenly turned into this.
I leaned over and touched the man's wrist.
Goodness, there's still a pulse beating!
Damn, he's actually still alive!
My expression changed a bit. Damn it. Who's the human and who's the ghost?
Zhou the Blind Man said before that his village was haunted, but now I feel that it's Zhou the Blind Man's family that's haunted.
Whose good person got their head chopped off, torn apart by five horses, and then managed to reassemble themselves and live a good life?
"You tell us! Don't miss a single detail, otherwise no one can save you!"
I took out the Thunderstrike Sword and pointed it at Blind Zhou.
I don't want to hear any lies here.
Perhaps intimidated by my powerful aura, Zhou the Blind Man hunched over a little.
“I understand, Master! My son was brought back by our village chief, but at that time a master was invited to perform a forced procedure to extend my son's life!”
After we got back, my son has been drawing those pictures ever since, the ones you just saw outside!
Zhou the Blind Man didn't dare to breathe loudly and said all these words in one breath.
After listening, I nodded slightly. That makes sense now. No wonder I found those paintings a bit strange when I looked at them.
It turns out that these were all drawn when the boss looked like this.
"Did he change after he drew that last picture of a woman?"
I continued to ask questions.
"That's right, that's right! He just had a sudden inspiration, I don't know what he was thinking, and he drew a portrait of a woman!"
Then, after the portrait dried, he turned into this, and nothing worked!
Later, I spoke with our village chief, who said he had invited a master who would be arriving shortly. You'll know what happened next!
Zhou the Blind nodded repeatedly, as if he were wound up like a clockwork toy.
I understand now, the problem lies in this painting.
The blind man's son must have touched some taboo that he himself shouldn't have touched, which is why he turned out this way.
I grabbed a handful and smelled it, but unfortunately, there was no resentment in the room.
In other words, the reason why Zhou the Blind Man's son did not die was not because of any injustice, but because of some other reason.
“Your son should have died last year, but he has been clinging to life until now.”
It is inherently against the natural order and condemned by the will of Heaven!
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