1121: C1121 The Direction the Portrait Is Pointing in

C1121 The Direction the Portrait Is Pointing in

Generally speaking, green represented life.

Women prefer green to men who especially hate green hats.

However, if this layer of green was created by a large group of flies, then the girl would not like it and would loathe it.

Wang Chen screamed as she leaped up like a fly-fighter plane. Gao Fei held her right hand tightly and pulled her into his embrace. He then turned around gently and took two steps back.

The place where the flies flew away to was a rotten hare. White maggots kept crawling around in its mouth, eyes, and rotten belly; it was very disgusting.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a dead rabbit."

Gao Fei cut off a piece of the flower branch and casually brushed away the flies that were flying in the sky. After throwing them away, he pulled Wang Chen along as he walked forward quickly: "I will dig a hole and bury it later."

Wang Chen's face turned pale. She raised her hand to cover her mouth for a while before forcing a smile and said, "Sorry, it was me making a fuss over nothing." I, I thought that there would be a snake in the grass this deep, but I didn't expect it to be a dead rabbit. "

Actually, a rotten rabbit is not as comfortable as a living snake.

Gao Fei smiled as he raised his hand and caressed her forehead.

After the age of 11, Wang Chen forbade anyone, including her parents, to do this act of care for her. This would make her feel immature, but she would also enjoy Gao Fei's gesture towards her.

The carved wooden door of the living room was closed. Gao Fei raised his hand and was about to push the door, but he stopped and looked up at the door.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Chen asked, also looking down, apart from a few flies, but nothing.

Gao Fei squatted down, took out the scissors from the key, and scratched a few times on the inside of the doorstep. Before Wang Chen could see clearly, he shook off the wood shavings and stood up, saying, "It's nothing."

As he spoke, he pushed open the wooden door.

The wooden door slowly opened and the sunlight immediately drove away the darkness inside. Only dust remained, floating up and down in the sunlight.

Gao Fei found some blood on the other side of the doorstep.

The front of the main hall had a half-meter long eaves that protected it from the rain, so the rain did not wash away the blood on the inside of the doorstep.

The blood had already turned dark brown. Wang Chen didn't notice, but Gao Fei did.

Then, Wang Chen also saw that behind the threshold, there were traces of black blood on the green brick floor. Even though the black brick had sucked up all the water, she still could see that it was blood.

"Is this blood?"

Wang Chen asked in a low voice.

"Yes, it should be."

Gao Fei lowered his head and looked towards the left side of the threshold. Suddenly, an illusion appeared in front of his eyes: an old woman in ragged clothes was sitting on the threshold, coughing violently. When she put down her hand after coughing, she found that her palm was full of blood.

After being stunned for a moment, the old woman forcefully shook her hand and raised her head to look at the sky outside. Her eyes were lifeless.

Back then, when Shangguan Fengling sat on the doorstep and coughed up blood, she had not told anyone until her death. As such, since the Anggui King did not know, and Moxie Zhengdong did not know, then Gao Fei naturally did not know either.

However, Gao Fei saw the illusion and for no reason, when he looked at the old woman's face, he couldn't see anything.

The bright sunlight, especially at noon, was always effective in driving away the darkness, whether it was existence or psychology.

Wang Chen, who was bathing in the sunlight, did not notice Gao Fei staring blankly at the threshold. Her attention was focused on the woman's portrait on the wall in front of them: "Is this picture the one you told me about before? That honorary uncle of yours left it for Grandma? "

Gao Fei raised his head and looked: "Yea, it should be so."

"Who is the woman in the portrait?"

"I don't know."

"Not like the Bodhisattvas we know."

"Maybe she wasn't a Bodhisattva after all. She was just a woman's portrait."

"But she was standing in the middle of the cloud--the person who painted this painting was quite good, both in terms of clothes and in terms of a woman's demeanor. Unfortunately, there is no charm in her eyes, only a lack of soul.

Wang Chen, who had some skill in painting, commented as she slowly walked over. Just as she was about to reach out for the portrait, it floated down from above, landing gently on the green brick like it was blown away by the wind.

However, there was clearly not a single breath of wind in the room as the portrait suddenly floated down.

"Eh, it's fine, why did it fall down?"

Wang Chen was momentarily stunned. Just as she instinctively bent down and was about to pick up the portrait, Gao Fei said in a low voice: "Don't move!"

Wang Chen's body stiffened. She turned her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'll get it."

Gao Fei shook his head and walked over to stop her behind him. Then, he bent down to pick up the portrait.

Wang Chen's heart warmed. There was no reason for her to care about the portrait. Perhaps there was something she couldn't tell. Gao Fei was worried that there might be something in the portrait that would harm her, so he stopped her.

Gao Fei's finger touched the portrait and just as he was about to mention it, Wang Chen was surprised to find that the place where Gao Fei's finger touched the portrait turned into powder.

The portrait that was still hanging on the wall a moment ago and was still fine when Wu Feng landed on it, how come it turned into powder with just a touch?

Could it be that there is something strange about this painting? Or …

Mr. Gao, who was half illiterate, was even more clueless about something that even high-level intellectuals like Wang Chen couldn't understand. After staying in a daze for a long while with his back bent, he suddenly blew a breath of air out of his mouth, "Phew!"

Following Gao Fei's tone, the portrait turned into dust and soon disappeared.

"How strange."

Gao Fei stood up and looked at Wang Chen, hoping she would give an explanation.

However, the blank look on Chen's sister's face made him give up on the idea of consulting her.

Gao Fei came to Mansion of Faang Family this time to check if Shangguan Fengling had left anything here.

Of course, he also wanted to take the portrait.

Now the portrait was a pile of dust, blood on the floor and doorways, and in the main hall and the two rooms on either side, there was nothing but old furniture.

After walking through a few rooms, Gao Fei sighed and said, "Let's go. It's just an old house that no one has lived in for decades."

Wang Chen stared at the wall where the portrait hung. She tilted her head and asked, "Gao Fei, did you notice the woman in the portrait just now? Her left index finger, which held the jade ruyi, was pointing in one direction."

"I didn't notice."

Gao Fei shook his head.

He really didn't notice this when he entered the room.

Wang Chen didn't say anything. She walked to the wall and leaned her back against it, taking the pose of a woman on the portrait: her right hand hung over her leg, making a decision. Her left thumb and middle finger made a pinching gesture, while her index finger pointed to the west wall.2

Gao Fei stared at her for a long time, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on: "Hmm, it seems to be in this position, but what is this?"

Wang Chen said, "Give me your lighter."

Taking the lighter Gao Fei handed over, Wang Chen imitated the woman's action and explained, "Generally speaking, when a person is holding a larger item like the jade ruyi, even if the most powerful index finger isn't used to fix it, it would curl up to assist the middle finger in righting the object. You shouldn't point your index finger in a certain direction alone. "Although the eyes of the painting are devoid of charm, but the clothes and even the clouds on the painting are so exquisite. This means that the painter is a person who pays a lot of attention to details. How could he possibly draw a gesture that goes against the actions of a normal person?"

Gao Fei looked at the west wall, frowned and said, "You mean, the painter is doing it on purpose, using the illegal action of a portrait to hint at something on the wall there?"

Wang Chen replied, "Even if it's just a search, it won't be a big deal, right?"

"Right."

Gao Fei nodded and quickly walked to the west wall. He raised his hand and used his knuckles to knock on the wall.

"Better use bricks and tiles."

As she spoke, Wang Chen walked out of the room with quick steps. When she entered the room again, she had already picked up the almost green brick.

The sound of the green brick hitting the wall was very dull, and from a single glance it was clear that it was solid.

"That's not right."

Wang Chen shook her head. "The height is not right. The portrait was hung on the wall, and I was standing on the ground."

"Come here."

Gao Fei walked to the wall in front of him and pulled the Eight Immortals Table over. He bent over and picked up Wang Chen before placing her on the table.

Wang Chen leaned her back against the wall. Once again, she mimicked the look of the woman in the portrait. She held the lighter in her hand and pointed at the western wall with her left index finger.

Wang Chen was tall and slender, almost the same height as the woman in the painting. She raised her left hand, about the same height as the woman in the painting. "Follow this height and hit it again. Perhaps you'll find something."

"Hehe, you're quite meticulous, but I don't think you'll find anything."

Gao Fei smiled disapprovingly. He dragged a chair to the west wall and stood on it as he raised the green brick. Then, he slowly walked towards Ye Zichen from the corner of the wall.

Peng, peng, peng -- Gao Fei followed this height and knocked almost two meters south. The sound of the brick hitting the wall was still as dull as before.

"It seems like it's just a coincidence."

Gao Fei leaned towards the south. If he moved any further south, he would fall off his chair. When he was about to give up, the blue brick hit the wall and made a "dong" sound.

"Empty!"

Gao Fei and Wang Chen shouted in unison.

When Wang Chen bent over and climbed down from the table, Gao Fei had already moved the chair over and once again stood up and knocked on the wall with the brick.

Dong, dong dong dong!

The sounds coming from the walls clearly told the two that it was empty inside.

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