Xiao Cunyu explained the matter in great detail, as if he had witnessed the situation at that time.
She made up this process by calculating and making up nonsense.
She knew that Kang Hua must have killed the man, and she could also see that there was indeed some evil spirit remaining in the house, which would definitely hurt the mistress of the house.
I also know that Mao Chun's ghost has harmed people.
With this connection, it can be inferred that the person she harmed must be Kang Hua's second wife.
As the owner of the painting, Kang Hua can indeed burn it, but the prerequisite is that he is not affected by the painting. He also needs the guidance of a practitioner to do it easily.
He was so influenced by the painting that he had no way of doing anything about it himself.
But does Kanghua dare to ask a master for help?
Once the soul-destroying ghost comes, his murder may be exposed. In addition, under the influence of the ghost, he cannot throw the thing in the wild or do anything to let it see the light of day. He can only sell it and let it harm others.
Kang Hua was very calm: "The young master is very good at making up stories, but unfortunately I am not that kind of person. Everyone knows that I will respond to Mao Chun's requests. Even if her heart is not with me, I will still take good care of her. How could I harm her?"
"But Chun'er is not the type of person who would complain about herself. She is very strong..." An Jinsong added.
Kang Hua glanced at him coldly: "How do you know? She didn't want to live anymore because she lost her lover! An Jinsong, I used to treat you well and regarded you as a close friend, but you never told me about your relationship with Mao Chun! If you had told me in advance, I would not have married her! And I would not have let him die of grief!"
An Jinsong's face turned pale.
He is not in the right.
There is also no evidence to prove that Kang Hua was the murderer of Mao Chun.
"Besides, haven't I helped you enough in the past? I have never hesitated to lend you the books I have. When you were short of money, I also lent you money to make ends meet, but what about you? You didn't tell me a word of truth... If you had told me nicely, I would have withdrawn and even lent you enough money to marry Mao Chun! But you are cowardly and incompetent and have ruined our lives!" Kang Hua looked very angry.
When An Jinsong heard this, he burst into tears.
Xiao Cunyu looked at this man surnamed An and felt that his psychological quality was far worse than Kang Hua's.
A man who kills his wife is already a bit extreme. If he really wants to help her, he won't kill her. It's also possible to just divorce or reconcile.
But not only did he kill the person, he also used the person to draw pictures!
These words are meant to attack the heart.
Make An Jinsong feel that he owes him, feel guilty, make An Jinsong regret and feel uncomfortable but still unable to hate him.
"I don't want to hear about these things. Now that you won't tell the truth, I can only invite the real owner out for a chat." Xiao Cunyu took out the painting. "Master Kang, you know what's in this painting better than anyone. Perhaps... you later discovered that Mao Chun was harming people, and you wished she would commit more sins and never be reborn, so you sold it... I, an outsider, can't explain what happened in between."
"I was entrusted by the buyer to get to the bottom of this matter. If you don't tell me, I will release Mao Chun and talk to you. I think she should really want to see you." Xiao Cunyu grinned.
Kang Hua's face changed drastically.
Others don't believe in the puppet god, but he does.
Because he has felt it.
When his second wife died, she was holding this painting in her arms. He didn't expect that the painting had a soul, so he took it and looked at it for a few more times.
The more I look at it, the more fascinated I become. I wish I could stare at it every day.
I always see Mao Chun in my dreams at night.
Mao Chun in the dream was extremely beautiful. Because she was so different from usual, he woke up quickly and realized that this thing was not ordinary.
He really wanted to destroy it, but every time he wanted to burn it, he felt uncomfortable all over, his hands trembled, his headache came, or he heard Mao Chun screaming, which prevented him from doing it.
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