The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Sun Ping stood in the middle of the front yard, watching Lu Zhaoling bring Qingbao and Xiaoliu into the hall.

When he looked over there, he saw the picture of a tiger descending the mountain.

"Master, I have already told this young lady that if you buy this house, you must keep this painting."

Uncle Zhang stood beside Sun Ping and looked at Lu Zhaoling and the others with him.

"I'll tell her again so she doesn't take it lightly."

Sun Ping said loudly, "Second Miss Lu, I asked an expert to buy that painting. It can ward off evil spirits. Can you keep it?"

At the beginning, the master said that although this painting can suppress evil spirits, the effect varies from person to person. If the horoscope and fate are different, after blessing the painting, evil spirits will find it difficult to approach. If a person's horoscope is weak and his fate is not good, even if there is a painting, he may still encounter evil spirits.

Sun Ping now thinks that this painting only has an effect on him, but has little effect on his wife and children.

It is useful for Miss Lu Er, but useless for the two buyers above.

Otherwise, why is Miss Lu okay now?

Since it was useful to her, it would be better for her to keep the painting.

Lu Zhaoling had already stood in front of the painting. She turned to Sun Ping and said, "Master Sun, you are wrong. The biggest problem as soon as we entered the room was this painting."

"what?"

Sun Ping couldn't believe it.

Problem with the painting?

"Xiao Liu, please help me take down this painting."

Lu Zhaoling said to Xiaoliu, while handing him a peace charm, "Please keep this charm for now."

Xiaoliu was also confused. It was the first time for him to follow a young lady out, and he didn't know what her abilities were.

But he is smart and obedient.

He took the amulet and put it solemnly in his arms, then climbed onto the table against the wall and stood on tiptoe to get the painting.

"I help."

Seeing that the painting was too big and framed, Qingbao was afraid that Xiaoliu couldn't handle it by himself, so he jumped up to help.

Uncle Zhang poked his head out and couldn't help but said, "Master, I'll go over and help."

Before Sun Ping could come to his senses, Uncle Zhang had already run over and offered his hand to help hold up the picture frame.

The painting was taken down.

"Take it to the yard." Lu Zhaoling said.

The painting was moved outside the yard and laid flat on the ground. The tiger in the painting seemed to jump out of the painting, so vivid and lifelike that Xiao Liu met the tiger's eyes and felt a shudder in his heart.

For some reason, he felt that the tiger's gaze seemed to be locked on him instantly.

Xiaoliu froze and broke out in a cold sweat.

It was a feeling like being stared at by a ferocious beast. His whole body went limp, and he looked at the tiger as if it was about to pounce on him at any moment and pin him to the ground.

Its claws were sharp and seemed ready to tear open his chest at any time, and its sharp teeth were about to bite through his throat.

"little six."

Lu Zhaoling's voice suddenly rang in my ears, her voice was cold and clear.

At the same time, he was tapped lightly on the shoulder.

Xiaoliu woke up as if from a dream, and came back to his senses. When he looked in front of him again, it was just a painting.

But his forehead was itchy and sweat was rolling down his eyes. He raised his sleeve to wipe it, only to find that he had broken out in a cold sweat for some unknown reason.

Xiao Liu was shocked and took a step back, then he saw everyone looking at him in shock.

Only Lu Zhaoling's eyes remained calm.

"Miss, just now, the tiger in the painting seemed to come alive." Xiao Liu told Lu Zhaoling in a trembling voice.

The feeling was too real, and the trembling just now was also real. Now his hands and legs are weak.

"Well, step back and calm down."

Lu Zhaoling had just used a trace of spiritual energy to wake up Xiaoliu, and waved his hand to ask them to step back.

Sun Ping couldn't help but come over, but when he saw Xiao Liu's look and heard Lu Zhaoling's words, he quickly stepped back a few steps.

"Miss Lu, is there really something wrong with this painting?"

"Didn't you look at this painting carefully?" Lu Zhaoling raised her eyes and glanced at him.

"I've looked at it carefully and I think the painting is really well done. The tiger looks lifelike," said Sun Ping.

"This is painted on silk, but there is something wrong with the silk."

Lu Zhaoling pointed at the painting and said, "This is the shroud."

"Wrap, wrap, wrap, shroud!!!" Sun Ping was so frightened that his voice almost split.

Uncle Zhang suddenly picked up the broom next to him and held it tightly.

Xiaoliu and Qingbao also widened their eyes.

"Yes, the entire canvas is soaked with Yin Qi and corpse Qi, and the pigments used in the painting are also very complicated. Master Sun, do you know that some ancient families would light life lamps?"

"Life, life lamp?"

"In some places, people believe that life lamps are associated with people's lives. They are a way for people who stay at home to miss their family members who are traveling far away and to confirm their safety. If someone in the family is going to travel far away, they use the person's hair or nails, add a little blood, and mix it with talismans to make lamp oil."

As Lu Zhaoling spoke, he took out a cinnabar pen.

"What is made in this way is a life lamp. If the life lamp is always lit, it means that the relative is alive. If the life lamp is extinguished, the person is dead. They believe that even if the relative dies, the soul can be guided by the life lamp, return home and live in the lamp."

Although it was noon, Sun Ping still felt a chill in his heart when he heard it.

Why, why did you tell him this suddenly?

Lu Zhaoling scratched her palm lightly with her nails, leaving a wound.

"Miss!"

Qing Bao was shocked and wanted to step forward, but Lu Zhaoling shook her head at her. "It's okay."

She dipped the pen in her own blood, squatted down, and pointed the pen at the tiger's eyes in the painting.

While doing this, she did not speak again.

However, Sun Ping and others felt their hearts in their throats, holding their breath, and felt like they were about to forget to breathe.

Although Lu Zhaoling's movements were slow, they inexplicably felt that what she was doing was very important and not an easy task.

For a moment, everyone concentrated and held their breath, staring at the pen in Lu Zhaoling's hand without blinking.

The pen fell slowly, but when the tip was still a fingernail away from the canvas, it seemed to hit an obstacle.

They clearly saw the difficulty Lu Zhaoling had in writing.

She concentrated all her attention and exerted force with her wrist again. Finally, she broke through the barrier and the bloody tip of the pen landed heavily on the tiger's left eye.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew and blinded their eyes.

Sun Ping suddenly grabbed Uncle Zhang's arm.

He turned pale with shock. Where did the strange wind come from? Was this an illusion? Because the wind made his hair flutter.

Lu Zhaoling quickly pointed the pen in his hand at the tiger's right eye.

The wind stopped.

The wind started suddenly, but also stopped very abruptly.

Only their messy hair was left, telling them that what happened just now was not an illusion.

Lu Zhaoling put away the pen and said to Qing Bao, "Dagger."

She asked them to bring all their belongings with them before she went out.

Qingbao quickly pulled out a small dagger and handed it over.

Lu Zhaoling took out a talisman and threw it upwards. He stabbed with the dagger, piercing through the talisman paper, and then suddenly slashed towards the sharp claws of the tiger in the painting.