Yin Cao's little son-in-law

I go.

Could it be that Zhang Qiming wasn't here?

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. Rhubarb's nose has never made a mistake.

"Where's the boss just now? Get out! Did you hide that old bastard Zhang Qiming!"

He Qimei shouted to the surroundings.

Suddenly, he noticed the little fat man under him.

"Hey, where did you come from, little fat man?"

"this. this"

The Money Rat stretched out his two fingers and fiddled with his chest, hesitating and not knowing how to explain.

"Aunt He, it's like this. The owner of the antique shop just now has left. This is his son."

I hastened to explain.

"Okay, he must have hidden the bastard Zhang Qiming, otherwise why would he run away with a guilty conscience."

He Qimei cursed the owner of the antique shop, then pulled Money Mouse by his clothes and lifted him up.

"Boy, hurry up and call your dad, or I will take you away in a while!"

The money rat kept flapping its feet in the air, screaming in anxiety, and begging me for help with its pitiful eyes.

"Aunt He, he's just a child, don't worry about him."

As I said that, I hugged the money mouse from He Qimei's hand.

"Zhang Qiming, you old bastard, don't come out today if you have the guts!"

He Qimei yelled towards the ceiling, and the money mouse shrank its neck in fright and ran behind me.

Da Huang was about to comfort him, but as soon as Da Huang approached, the Money Rat jumped up in fright.

There is no way, Da Huang can only keep a distance from him.

"Aunt He, don't be angry, maybe I feel wrong, maybe Uncle Zhang is not here."

"Impossible, I have a hunch that this bastard is here, but I don't know where to hide!"

He Qimei said angrily.

Could this be a woman's sixth sense? It's too accurate.

But now that Zhang Qiming disappeared, maybe only the money mouse knew where Zhang Qiming was.

However, we have to spend He Qimei first.

I quickly opened the door to let Zhang Xiaoxiao and Xiaomang come in and take He Qimei out.

After closing the door, I found that the fat little money mouse had shrunk into a corner.

"I said little fat man, why are you so timid?"

"We rats are naturally timid, not to mention there is a cat demon in front of me now, and her cultivation is too terrifying. She wanted to eat my demon pill before."

The Money Mouse stared at Rhubarb in fear, wishing to shrink back into the wall.

Rhubarb winked and frightened him, and water stains appeared on the ground.

Full of taste.

Good guy!
This is scared pee!

Rhubarb and I quickly pinched our noses and looked at the money mouse with disgust.

"Rhubarb, why don't you go out first, or this little fat man won't be able to speak easily."

"Ok."

After finishing speaking, Rhubarb shook his hand and walked out.

When he just walked to the door, he turned his head and stuck out his tongue and sucked at the money mouse, which scared the money mouse to death, shaking like a sieve.

It took a long time after Da Huang left for the money mouse to slowly recover from its fear.

Immediately blushing, he hurriedly pushed Yaoli to put on his pants, and evaporated the urine on the ground by the way.

"Start now, I will ask you to answer!"

"Uh-huh."

The money mouse nodded like a chick pecking rice.

"Have you ever had a man in your store today, about 50 years old?"

Hearing this, Money Mouse's chubby little face suddenly became gloomy, and then he said in a whisper: "I know who you are looking for, but he disappeared suddenly, but I didn't mean to harm him, It was he who insisted on seeing that calligraphy and painting."

"What about the others?"

"The soul is sucked in by calligraphy and painting."

what? !

Before, I only saw ghosts living in calligraphy and painting, and it was the first time I heard of such a situation that people's souls were sucked into calligraphy and painting.

"What about Zhang Qiming's body?"

"Hidden by me."

"Hurry up and show me his body and the painting!"

After all, the money mouse mobilized its whole body's evil spirit, and its two chubby little hands turned into a pair of sharp knives, and began to plan against the ground.

Not long after, he dug out a big hole in the ground.

Zhang Qiming's body was lying peacefully in the big pit, with a scroll beside him.

I quickly picked up the scroll and opened it.

"Be careful, this scroll can suck a person's soul into it."

The Money Rat hastily warned from the side.

"Don't worry, there is nothing in the world that can suck my soul into it!"

I confidently said to the money mouse.

However, the moment I opened the scroll, I felt a white light shining on me, and then I entered a fairyland on earth.

The fragrance of flowers is bursting, the fairy air is fluttering, the flowing water is gurgling, and the breeze is gentle.

Indescribably comfortable and comfortable.

Could it be that my soul was also captured by that painting?
"Who is playing tricks here?"

I yelled around.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice: "Tong Ling, why are you here!"

Afterwards, more and more people rushed over, and there were even some people dressed as ancient people among them.

Thinking about it, these should be the souls absorbed by this picture scroll.

But now everyone has become a ghost!
What kind of person made the painting that has such power that it can absorb the soul of a person, and it can not dissipate for such a long time.

It seems that this painting must be weird.

"Uncle Zhang, how did you get in here?"

Zhang Qiming cried and said: "I was looking at calligraphy and painting in that Yunzhongxian calligraphy and painting shop, and I happened to see a scroll hanging on the wall. I thought it was a treasure, so I opened it while the owner was not paying attention."

"I didn't expect it, a mistake will cause eternal hatred."

"By the way, Tong Ling, how did you get here?"

Zhang Qiming asked after beating his chest and feet.

"Isn't it just to find you, Aunt He is going crazy now!"

I glanced at Zhang Qiming angrily, and Zhang Qiming was so ashamed that his old face turned red.

"Okay, stop being coy there, the most urgent thing is to find a way to get out!"

Afterwards, I found a person in ancient costumes and asked, "You must have been here for a long time, do you know how to get out?"

"Although I've been here for hundreds of years, I don't know how to get out, and although this place is beautiful, I'm tired of looking at it for hundreds of years."

The ancient old man said helplessly.

It looked like he was tortured quite a bit.

Could it be that there is no one here?

It's just that the soul of a person can be absorbed in, but there is no mastermind behind it.

So who made this painting?