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Leng Mojiao, what painting

My voice was slightly louder, but the ghost girl still shook her head.

No, I must find out the source of this sound, Jiang Hai is really not dead.

There must be some secret here.

When my hand touched the door, the voice became clearer.

"Brother, brother, I am brother, brother..."

For a moment my heart was about to jump out.

The ghost girl covered her head, "Mom, let's hurry up, my head hurts."

I nodded and pushed the door open in front of me.

This time, I was stunned.

In the dark room, there is a painting hanging.

painting!

This painting is covered with a cloth.

The sound comes from the painting.

"younger brother……"

The voice became clearer and clearer.

I walked over step by step and touched the cloth with my hand.

After opening it suddenly, I was shocked by the painting that caught my eyes, and the tears in my eyes fell drop by drop.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, when I was in the backyard of the Jiang family, my brother played with me.

My brother said, you are so good at drawing, let me draw one for you.

At that time, I really liked my brother, and every time I was bullied, it was my brother who protected me.

I directly agreed, this painting was painted at that time.

But later, my father died, the Jiang family fell, and the painting disappeared along with the old house.

My eldest brother and I were also kidnapped by a wealthy businessman in the late Qing Dynasty.

I don't know what the rich businessman asked my brother to do, I just know that there is a strong smell of medicine, as if he was refining medicine or something.

Later, I was forced by my elder brother to eat a bug egg.

That is, the Wuzhu blood sunflower in my body.

Seeing this painting again, the kind of family affection for the eldest brother in my heart radiates.

I really couldn't hold back my tears.

Tears rolled down my cheeks slowly.

elder brother!elder brother!

When my hand touches this painting.

I admit that the original painting was still flawed.

After all, I can't draw so well.

"Mom, I'm so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable."

A ghost girl's voice came from behind.

Only then did I realize that there was something wrong with this room.

The problem is still serious.

Now the ghost girl has tightly grasped my hand.

I quickly took out the Zhenling pen, plausibly said: "The aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, the stars are moving, ghost girl! Protect!"

After saying these words, the Zhenling pen in his hand flew to the top of the ghost girl's head, emitting bursts of golden light.

Only then did the ghost girl's complexion improve.

I let out a long breath.

I turned around to look at the painting in front of me. After all, this painting is of great significance to me. This is the painting I painted for my brother Jiang Hai, so I must take this painting with me.

Just when I raised my hand to pick up the painting, my cell phone rang again.

This time it was Long Ya calling.

I know that Long Ya's call means that there is something important about Long Ya.

Maybe Long Ya has already dealt with Leng Mojiao's person.

Just after I answered the phone, Leng Mojiao's cold voice came from the other end of the phone.

"You see it."

See?

I wonder...

what did you see?

What do you mean?

Isn't this Long Ya's phone?

"Where's Long Ya?"

Leng Mojiao didn't answer my question, but asked, "Have you seen that painting?"

that painting?that painting?

what?

Could it be that I drew this one?

"you are right……"

"Portrait of Jiang Hai!"

I held the phone tightly with one hand, and pressed the Bluetooth headset with the other hand.

"This is a picture I drew for my elder brother, why is it here with you?"