Human skin drawing paper

Isn't that a load of crap?

The other two disciples looked at him speechlessly.

If there's no evil, what are they doing here?

Feng Li, however, nodded without changing her face, "You're absolutely right."

After praising Jiang Luo, he raised his steps and walked inside.

Wang Santan The two men looked at each other incredulously.

Mr. Feng seldom praises people, but now, Mr. Feng praises Jiang Luo.

They made eye contact for a moment, and Mr. Feng turned out to like that answer?

The young man led them to the living room, where a mother and daughter were sitting on the sofa.

Huang Yulan and her daughter's eyes were red from crying, after seeing them come in, she took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears, and barely smiled as she got up and said, "Mr. Feng, please have a seat."

Feng Li sat on the sofa, Jiang Luo and two others stood behind him.

"Say," Feng Li said breezily, "what's the matter with me."

Feng Li, as the Feng family's Heavenly Master, would not go out to deal with such a trivial matter. It was only because he happened to be in Yunnan this time, and the old master was well acquainted with Huang Yulan, that he was forced to take action.

Huang Yulan couldn't stop her tears. Her son, Ke Hetang, was busy saying, "It's my father who is in trouble."

"Half a month ago, my father began to become abnormal, his temper became more and more irritable, the slightest thing does not go well, he lost his temper. Even so, he also ate insects that he never ate before," Ke Hetang said with difficulty, "insects crawling in the ground, such as ants, silkworm pupae, cockroaches ...... It's not a big deal to eat them after treatment, but we found that he secretly swallowed them alive when we weren't looking. when we were not looking, he secretly swallowed these insects alive."

Jiang Luo heard the sound of two people around him swallowing hard.

Raw, that's tough.

The world is a strange place, some people have strange sex fetishes, some people have strange food fetishes.

But if that's all there is, it's not enough to invite a celestial master.

Sure enough, Ke Hetang continued, "Not only that, he kept scratching his own skin, scratching his front and back, and not stopping even when he was bleeding. When we asked him if it hurt, he said he didn't feel anything."

Huang Yulan gripped his handkerchief, ''Mr. Feng, you didn't see the wounds on his body that he scratched out by himself, all to the point of going for stitches. Does he still really not feel any pain? I feel ...... like he's been possessed."

Feng Li listened quietly, and when they finished, stood up and said, "I see."

"You guys come with me." Feng Li looked sideways at the three Jiang Luo.

The mansion was so big that Feng Li showed them the first floor and then the second floor.

Huang Yulan mother and son followed behind and watched them attentively, and when they arrived at the study on the second floor, before they entered, Jiang Luo was sensitive to a cold breath blowing.

Feng Li should have sensed it as well, and he stepped into the study with straight feet and without a moment's wandering.

The study was large, with two full walls of books. A custom mahogany desk sat in front of the bookcases and a tiger-skin patterned rug covered the center floor.

At first glance, the house looks calm and dignified, but at a closer look, the design is slightly ostentatious and extravagant. As Jiang Luo walks along, he feels that this family should be a sudden rich man.

The study was decorated with many green plants with good meanings. There is a painting hanging on the left wall and a copper ornament on the desk.

Jiang Luo looks around and then returns to the painting.

The painting is a full-length portrait of a man's back, the man wearing a very dated topcoat, plunged in darkness from the waist down. At the bottom of the painting, next to the man's feet, there is a stereotypically stiff shadow that is slightly heavier than the dark undertones, and only upon closer inspection can it be realized that the shadow seems to be divided into three vaguely distinct sections.

This painting does not give Jiang Luo a good feeling.

Feng Li asks, "What do you see?"

Another test, and having learned from his experience, Wang Santan cautiously said, "There must be something wrong here."

Another kindred spirit followed closely, "The problem must not be small yet."

Feng Li said with disappointment, "Useless talk."

He looked at Jiang Luo again.

Jiang Luo is still looking at the painting, "This painting, it seems to be alive?"

A subtle smile flickered on Feng Li's face as he looked to the three Huang Yulan, "When did you buy this painting back?"

Ke Hetang carefully said, "This was bought by my father at an auction half a month ago, Mr. Feng, is there a problem with this painting?"

Feng Li nodded down faintly, stepped forward and touched the drawing paper, pondered for a moment, and said to the disciples, "Come and touch the material of this drawing."

Jiang Luo and the three of them went up to touch the canvas one by one. The canvas was so smooth and elastic that it was easy to get addicted to it. After they had finished touching it, Feng Li said, "Can you tell what material it is made of?"

Jiang Luo shook his head along with the others.

In all his years of studying design, he had never seen paper like this.

Feng Li said, "This is human skin drawing paper."

The crowd froze, and Huang Yulan murmured with shaking hands, "Human skin drawing paper?"

The mother and son were pale and trembling with fear. They couldn't believe that they had such a painting made of human skin hanging in plain sight in their house!

Feng Li looked again at a copper coin that was enshrined on the desk, "When was this coin placed there?"

"Two, two months ago," Ke Hetang said with a face like gold paper, terrified, "I brought this back. My father has always loved things like antique books and paintings, and we usually make a conscious effort to buy these things back into the house."

Feng Li walked to the table and looked down at the copper coins, his tone was cold, "If the copper coins are passed down from the family, naturally they can be placed out, and there is also the effect of calming the house. But if the copper money is of unknown origin, it will be easy to be stained with dirty things."

He reached down and picked up the coin, looked at it for a moment and said, "This is a copper coin taken from the mouth of a dead man."

Ke Hetang couldn't even speak, he was sweating profusely, and after a moment he said, "Mr. Feng, I didn't know that this was copper coins from the mouth of a dead man."

"The Yin Qi on the coins is extremely heavy," Feng Li put the coins down and took out a handkerchief and wiped his palm, "The Yin Qi nourishes the human skin drawing paper and feeds the fury, if it had been half a month later, the owner of this study would have been damned."

Huang Yulan hurriedly and eagerly asked, "Mr. Feng, what about now, is it still too late to find out about this?"

"In time," Feng Li said, "but I need to see your husband."

It was a matter of life and death, and half an hour later, Huang Yulan's husband, Ke Wangwei, arrived back at the mansion.

Ke Wangwei walked in with a stern face, with a circle of black qi lingering in his hall of imprints and his temples bulging out, he had a face full of cross meat and a fierce look. This kind of face often appears in the butcher's face, only this one face, Jiang Luo did not see how rich and wealthy the master of the study, on the contrary, I think that this person is very poor and vicious, not a good person.

Mr. Ke was full of impatience when he first came in, but he was stunned when he saw Feng Li. He obviously knew Feng Li, and immediately put away his impatience and said with a smile on his face, "Mr. Feng? What brings you to my home?"

In today's society, the higher the status, the more superstitious people, Ke Wangwei also believe in this, as long as a little bit of channel people know Feng Li's reputation, but very few people can ask Feng Li's hand.

Ke Wangwei didn't expect to see Feng Li in his own home, and was surprised and delighted, and the discomfort he had felt for days suddenly diminished.

"What is it that Mr. Feng has come to my home to instruct me on?"

Feng Li looked at him for a few moments and pointed to the painting in the study, "Does Mr. Ke recognize this painting?"

Ke Wangwei felt odd, but still answered, "This is a painting I bought back half a month ago, I surely recognize it."

"No," Feng Li said, "I mean, do you recognize the man in the painting?"

Ke Wangwei Inexplicable, he looked toward the painting.

In fact, it was because of the familiarity he felt at first sight that Ke Wangwei bought the painting. But he couldn't recognize the back of the man in the painting, and now that he was looking at it, Ke Wangwei's eyes hurt, and he was about to look away when a strange feeling suddenly came over him.

Ke Wangwei turned pale, "How can that be!"

Feng Li said without a ripple, "You recognize who is in the painting?"

Ke Wangwei, beads of sweat sliding down his forehead, stammered, "I, I don't recognize ......"

Feng Li turned around and was about to leave with his disciples.

Huang Yulan panicked, "Mr. Feng, don't go!"

She angrily tugged on Ke Wangwei's shirt, "What do you know that you don't want to say? Do you know that if Mr. Feng doesn't do something, you'll be dead in half a month!"

Ke Wangwei Yu Guang glanced over from the painting, drenched in cold sweat, he gritted his teeth and exclaimed, "I'll say it, I'll say it! Mr. Feng, please save me!"