Luo Tianhe quickly checked the other items, but shook his head after he finished.
"Only this inkstone belongs to our He family; the rest are all unfamiliar!"
"I don't know where these things came from; my son just suddenly got them!"
After hearing this, Zhou the Blind immediately knelt down and explained.
I had Lao Dao and Ant help Zhou the Blind up.
"Alright, alright, Zhou the Blind Man, even if it's something from the He family, I won't pursue it against you!"
After all, so many years have passed!
Luo Tianhe waved his hand magnanimously. He said that what bothered him was not the presence of their family's things in the house, but rather that this blind man Zhou was not telling the truth.
"Young Master Luo! Everything this old servant said is true. This old servant really doesn't know these things!"
After being helped up, Zhou the Blind Man expressed his opinion once again.
"The problem is with this painting! I can't see anything wrong with the rest!"
I walked up to the wall and took down Ji Xinglan's painting.
"Is there something wrong with this painting? My son did it a few days ago, and it turned into that state right after he finished it!"
Zhou the Blind asked me, looking completely bewildered.
I breathed a sigh of relief and gave Zhou the blind a brief explanation: the person in the painting is Ji Xinglan.
He was my good friend, and he had just gone missing two days ago.
“Our friend went missing just two days ago, and then he appeared in your son’s painting around the corner, and then your son turned into that!
"Blind Zhou, don't you think there's something fishy about this?"
I countered with a question to Blind Zhou.
Zhou the Blind Man was so frightened that he trembled.
"Are you saying that my son is being punished by heaven because he drew your friend?"
Suddenly, Zhou the Blind Man uttered this remark.
But I have to say, after listening to it, I felt that it made a lot of sense.
Now I'm certain that there's some inexplicable connection between Ji Xinglan and me.
The other party drew Ji Xinglan, or rather, directly imprisoned Ji Xinglan inside.
That's equivalent to the harm done to me.
That's why he suffered such retribution.
This is not impossible.
"Although there are women in the other paintings, they are clearly not as good as Ji Xinglan's painting!"
This painting is so lifelike, it looks just like the real thing!
If I could sense no life inside, I would have even suspected that Ji Xinglan had been locked up there!
I took down the other paintings and compared them one by one.
Although the painting techniques are the same, the skills are similar, and the materials are exactly the same, there are still significant differences.
Ji Xinglan's painting is noticeably more detailed than her other paintings.
After I finished speaking, I rolled up Ji Xinglan's painting.
“Blind Zhou! I promised your son I would protect you, but you don’t mind if I put this painting away, do you?”
I rolled up the painting and put it in the album.
It's important to know that this booklet is also a hidden space.
"Of course, no problem!"
Zhou the Blind Man gave a bitter smile. I could see his reluctance, but there was nothing I could do; he had no choice in these matters.
Just then, I felt the room shake violently, as if some kind of force was constantly attacking it.
My nerves were on edge.
Demonic energy!
Just as I guessed!
The real purpose of these paintings was to protect the old man.
Especially this last one!
I took out Ji Xinglan's portrait again, unfolded it, and hung it on the wall. The room began to feel peaceful.
Old Dao just peed again.
"Looks like I guessed right! The reason you've survived until now is because these paintings have been protecting you! And the most crucial one is this one!"
I pointed to Ji Xinglan's portrait and slowly began to speak.
"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!"
Zhou the Blind suddenly realized that the whole storyline was beginning to become clear.
"But this painting is very important to me! And I'm sure it's not something legitimate; it's very likely he's used to imprison my friend!"
I changed the subject.
"In other words, I still want to take this painting with me, but of course, I'll find a way to ensure your safety before that happens!"
I absolutely must take this painting.
Suddenly, something occurred to me, so I quickly spread the painting on the ground and bit my finger.
When the blood flowed onto the painting, it felt as if the connection between me and Ji Xinglan was reconnected.
"Uncle Chen, is that you?"
I heard Ji Xinglan's familiar voice in my mind, but Ji Xinglan's voice sounded very tired, and I didn't know what she had been through during this time.
"It's me! Are you inside the painting now?"
I quickly asked Ji Xinglan.
Ji Xinglan told me that she was inside the painting, and that her power was constantly being drained away, as if something was constantly drawing it away.
My heart sank after hearing that.
Sure enough, the painting protected Zhou the Blind by drawing energy from Ji Xinglan.
No wonder Ji Xinglan sounded so weak.
"Don't worry, I'll find a way to get you out!"
I solemnly guarantee this.
After hearing my assurance, Ji Xinglan's tone became joyful.
"Uncle Chen! So, you've forgiven me?"
"We'll talk about forgiveness later. Let's get you out of here first!"
Since I learned that Ji Xinglan and I are symbiotes, my anger has subsided by more than half.
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