Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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At the entrance of the Provincial Museum, there was a huge crowd of reporters who had heard the news, and they were all anxiously and quietly waiting for the person in charge to come out and give them a definite answer.

A long time ago, there was a saying that the national treasure "Hell in Disguise" was "downgraded", but when I heard that something happened to this painting, it still made headlines and trending news.

This is the only work handed down to the world by Wu Daozi, the sage of painting.

But what is disappointing is that no matter how long they protested at the door, the Provincial Museum still did not give a definite reply.

"Do you know what is the biggest feature of the painting "Hell in Disguise"?" The old curator pushed his reading glasses, and before anyone could answer, he said the answer himself, "There is fiction in reality, and fiction There is truth in it, and the spirit of immortality is lingering, but it is hell."

That's right, although the entire mural depicts the scene of hell, the background of the entire painting is hazy, with an indescribable beauty, but this does not weaken the terrifying atmosphere of the painting, but casts a shadow on it. A veil of mystery.

"We've all been lied to."

A young curator of the museum flipped through the materials in his hand, with a hint of headache in his voice, "These hazy mist is not rendered with white dye at all...these are all wall ash, which is not fully dried wall ash mixed In the paint, the effect produced by extreme coincidence."

"Impossible, this kind of thing." The old man muttered to himself because he was frowning all the time, "How could such a low-level mistake happen to Wu Daozi? Even a child would not No dry paint on the wall?"

One has to admire Wu Daozi's painting skills. On a white wall that is not completely dry, he can draw such smooth lines. No matter who sees it, he will praise it.

"There must be a problem here." The old curator sighed softly, then opened the glass cabinet, carefully picked up the fragments of the mural with tweezers, and prepared to continue the research.

They are not far from the truth.

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"Hazy car."

The obnoxious car in front of Yuzao parked quietly in mid-air, and Shikishen Gua, who was usually very noisy, squatted aside obediently and respectfully, not daring to make a sound.

They keenly discovered that something was wrong with this god today, and they couldn't tell what was wrong.

It seems a little hesitant, a little hesitant.

It's really strange, will the gods be persistent?

The hazy car broke through the night on the sea, facing the heavy fog, only the flickering lights that shone slightly orange could be vaguely seen.

Suddenly, the entire hazy car shook heavily.

Inside the carriage, the woman opened her eyes, her hands were covered by wide sleeves, and she could vaguely see that she was holding a pen tightly.

"My lord, please forgive me! Just now a big black fish ball jumped out of the sea and started attacking without saying a word. Look..."

Black fish balls?

what are you kiddingIsn't there only the beluga here?Where did the black fish balls come from?

Qing Tu was just puzzled for a moment. As the "top card" in the museum, she has seen all Africans, Asians and Asians. Of course, it may be more appropriate to say that they have seen them.

After all, she is a treasure that has been exhibited all over the world, but she has never seen black fish balls.

However, today she didn't want to see this so-called black fish ball, so Qingtu waved her hand, motioning for the car to detour.

However, there was another roar, followed by violent shaking. Obviously, this avoidance did not avoid trouble, but angered that black fish ball.

The two croaks stood up when they saw Qingtu, and then strode out.Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise outside, and then a scream, and the oboro car never shook again.

"My lord, that guy just now seems to be Dayake Maru from Mount Suzuka." Ibaraki was worried, "Will he come to make trouble?"

Returning to the seat, the woman who couldn't see her face clearly leaned on the table tiredly, rubbing her temple with one hand, as if she was having a headache with some memories that were beginning to recover.

She didn't speak, but pointed to the roof of the hazy car.

"Gah?" Ibaraki was at a loss, but the demon swordsman next to him seemed to be enlightened.

"You are such an idiot, you didn't understand the meaning of Lord Shenming!" Yaodao Ji hated iron and steel, "What the gods mean is that this car belongs to Master Yuzao, and if something happens, he will be detained in Yuzao." On the former lord, the rain god, the lord, has no croaks!"

It turned out that it was like this! !

"Master Shenming is really smart. In this way, this matter will be a rainy day—wait a minute."

At this moment, they suddenly realized that they... seemed to be the quacks from Yuzao too.

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Qingtu climbed up the steps of Fengshen Shrine unhurriedly. Every time he came here, he would feel his impetuous heart calm down, even when he was suffering from a splitting headache.

At the door, Fengshen stood leaning on the railing with his hands crossed and cuffs, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"There are no pilgrims this morning, so I guessed that you are going to come."

Fengshen turned sideways and stretched out his sleeves, "Please."

After Qingtu climbed the last step, she stopped moving. She stood still, looking at the place where the sea meets the reef, and remained silent for a long time.

"Why don't you come in and sit down? That's fine."

Fengshen's voice attracted Qingtu's attention, causing her to turn her blurred face around.

Go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, Yimulian knows that Qingtu is not a snobbish person, she just can't stop, like the wind he was born, slipping through her fingers, unless she is willing to stay for you.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the woman on the opposite side stretch out her hand.

This action made Fengshen a little confused. Although he released this disguised picture of hell, even now, he still can't fully guess her thoughts.

And Qingtu just stretched out his hand persistently, stubbornly waiting for Yimulian's response.

In desperation, Fengshen approached slowly, then stretched out a hand with slender fingers, and slowly placed it on Qingtu's palm.

Immediately, the majestic scent of incense lit up the entire shrine, and Fengshen lowered his head in astonishment, staring at the blue picture whose expression could not be seen clearly, his face full of disbelief.

This is...the incense that has been accumulated for hundreds of years, this guy...hasn't absorbed it at all, but stored it all in the body, without absorbing a single bit!

"I'm not a god." The slow female voice had no tone, but Fengshen could hear a hint of relief.

I am not a god at all.

There shouldn't be a shrine in the first place, and... there shouldn't be witches, there shouldn't be angels, these are not hers.

"The jungler's final payment, keep it." Qingtu didn't have the slightest nostalgia, turned around and left neatly, only Fengshen stood still, watching Qingtu's shadow gradually disappearing in silence.

Because I was too shocked just now, I forgot to tell her that the final payment actually doesn't need so much.

"Let's go." Fengshen patted Fenglong's head, "I haven't used up that piece of iron before, so I will kidnap and sell it to her next year."

Stupid people, rich money, hurry up...

So, be sure to be good.

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Kaibozu hurried to the village. For the first time, people saw an expression other than facial paralysis on his fish face - panic.

"Master Hei's ghost, Lord Bai's ghost—a short life!"

Ghost Shihei and Ghost Shibai glanced at each other with solemn expressions.

The Ghost Messenger Black Alliance took a step forward and opened the chair for Umibozu, "It's okay, just tell me slowly what happened."

Kaibozu's fish head showed signs of turning blue. He tremblingly picked up a glass of water on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Then he stopped panting, showing an appearance that he had finally come back to life.

"You must not be afraid of what you said."

Ghost Shiro refilled the cup with hot water, and handed it to Kaibozu whose face was covered in sweat.

"We all work for hell, we will not be afraid." Gui Shibai's expression was very sincere.

Umibozu took a deep breath to calm himself down, "I just saw Ogakumaru clamoring to occupy Heian-kyo, and just after he emerged from the water, he was defeated by Oboroche."

"Stop, stop, what are you talking about—Which one is Dayake Maru?"

"Otake Maru, that is the Otake Maru in Suzuka Mountain, the newly installed SSR Otake Maru!"

Gui Shihei's expression was subtle, and then he picked up a blank piece of paper and started to write and draw, and then he showed the sketch in front of Haifang Master.

"Is it this?" Gui Shihei asked.

Master Kaifang shook his head quickly, "No, it's not the Prison Resentment Prajna, this is the SSR from the previous issue."

Gui Shihei frowned, then turned the white paper over and continued to draw with the back side.

"Then... how about this?"

"It's not Chiyokanmaru! This guy is too white, and what does he have to do with Otakemaru?"

Onishiguro immediately blacked out Chiyokanmaru with a pen, and handed it to Kaibozu again.

Now Master Kaifang was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. He slapped the table and was about to discuss an explanation with the two of them.

"The car you just mentioned...what kind of car?" Gui Shibai asked very patiently, with a smile on his face.

This attitude is much better than that of Oni Shihei, Kaifangzhu turned around, and began to answer to Oni Shibai, "It's the Oborosha, it's the Oboroche that Yuzao used when going out."

"You mean to say that the private car in front of Yuzao beat the ghost king Dayakumaru to death?"

Umibozu nodded solemnly.

"...Pfft."

"Did one of you laugh just now?" Kai Fangzhu's expression was very serious, "I'm not joking, this matter is related to the life and death of the Heian Sutra!"

"Yes, I know, it's just that I just thought of a happy thing." Ghost Messenger Hei stammered, afraid to spit out the hilarious laughter that was pent up in his throat.

"It just occurred to me that my skin is discounted."

Kaifangzhu turned around again, frowned at Gui Shibai, "Why are you laughing again? Don't you think of happy things too?"

"Ahem, um... my skin is also discounted."

Umibozu continued to slap the table angrily, "I've said it several times, but you just don't listen, it's an oboro! An oboro with a frog!"

At this time, the little painting prince Shiro took out another blank sheet of paper, drew a few quick strokes, and immediately showed it to Master Kaibo.

"It's not the little yellow school bus that goes to kindergarten!" Kaibozu pointed to the frog prince drawn on the cartoon bus, "And this frog doesn't have a crown!"

Ghost Messenger Bai took back the white paper, brushed a few strokes smartly, corrected it perfunctorily, and handed it to Master Kaifang.

But this time, Kaibozu stared at the frog whose crown was blacked out for a full minute.

"Can you tell me why you just blacked out the crown and turned this cartoon frog into a sad frog?"

"Oh, without the crown, it is natural to be sad."

I can't take this anymore.

"You neglect your duties like this. One day, when Dayakemaru comes in, you will regret it!" Kai Fangzhu turned around and left angrily. He had just closed the door when he heard barbell-like laughter from inside the door.

He immediately turned around, reopened the door with lightning speed, the laughter stopped abruptly, Gui Shihei and Gui Shibai turned their heads, and looked innocently at Umibozu who barged in.

"Sir, is there anything else?"

Kaifangzhu couldn't hold it back, "Are you guys laughing at me just now?"

"You are worrying too much, sir." Gui Shibai's expression softened, "We have been professionally trained in hell, and we will never laugh casually."

Unless there is a fool who said that Yuzao drove a car in a hit-and-run accident in the middle of the night and hit Dayake Maru.

The author has something to say: ah, no matter how tired you are in the past, you are a hero if you wake up the next day after a night of sleep.Now I fell asleep as if I didn't sleep, and my back hurts a lot.

Good night babies, I'm going to work overtime this week. . . ~