Chapter 1746

"Eh? Is it really strange? How can there be pen, ink, paper and inkstone in such a place? "

Ye Baiwei, who also has some research on antiques, also came together, picked up the rice paper on the table and said, "this is a good rice paper! However, even if it is put for hundreds of years, it will be fine. It's these inks. I'm very surprised. Why can't they solidify at such a low temperature? "

Looking at the ink carefully again, ye Baiwei suddenly widened his eyes and shouted, "the smell of blood! This ink... These inks are blood red. Are they ground with human blood? "

"What? "Ink made of blood?"

Hearing ye Baiwei's voice, Lin Feng also looked at it curiously. Other people followed, including the women workers in the 1960s and 1970s who just woke up and didn't understand anything.

"Yes! Boss, come and have a look. These inks are really blood ink. But that's not right! If it is blood ink, it should be easier to solidify! "

Ye Baiwei was a little confused. He picked up the brush and looked at it carefully. He was surprised: "sure enough! This brush is also made of human hair. What's going on? "

"Four treasures of study?"

Walking forward, Lin Feng also carefully figured out these four treasures of study. If these appear in ancient houses or tombs, Lin Feng won't be surprised at all.

However, now these four treasures of study appear in this strange and extremely cold place, which also makes Lin Feng confused.

"Why did the dying ghost general put such four treasures of study in a very cold place? What on earth does he want to do? "

Murals on the wall!

Four treasures of study on the ice table!

What is the purpose of all this?

"If I were general yuan, I think... I'm not afraid of death! What I fear is that my blood and grievances are buried. What I fear is that I will bear such a stigma all my life. What I fear is that no one will complain about myself... "

Suddenly, Liao Xiaobing, who didn't speak, came forward, pointed to these four treasures of study and said, "Lin Feng, look at the four treasures of study here. I'm afraid Yuan made his own blood and hair. I guess he just hopes that someone can write down his grievances..."

"Yes! Xiaobing is right. If I was wronged to death like this, I would never be willing to reincarnate. I would certainly become such a fierce ghost. " Xiao Xuan also nodded and sighed.

"Does this ghost general want us to help him redress his grievances? But now it has been hundreds of years. The emperor of the Ming Dynasty has become a ghost himself. How can we rehabilitate him? "

Murong Hui tutted his mouth and said in embarrassment.

"Ah Hui, I think what this ghost general wants is not to redress his grievances, but someone who can really understand him and express his grievances." Li Kai explained aside.

"So it is? Isn't that easy? Look at me... "

Say it! Muronghui directly picked up the brush, then opened a piece of rice paper and directly wrote with a large brush.

"Ah Hui is so powerful? Can you write with a brush? See what he can write... "

Ye Baiwei stood aside and stared.

"Whether we can go out depends on ah Hui." Xiao Xuan also stared closely.

The other people, although they didn't quite understand how to get out, also stared at Murong Hui's actions.

I saw that Murong Hui looked like a man with a lot of experience. He looked like a model with a brush. He wrote it on rice paper one by one.

"All right! The success, I believe, is definitely the voice of that ghost general. "

Hei hei Yile, Murong Huichang breathed a sigh of relief, then unfolded the rice paper in his hand and said to everyone, "don't worry, as long as the ghost general sees the word I wrote, he will definitely be moved. No, and then let us all out."

"What did you write? Hahaha... Ah Hui, can you call these words? Besides, what are you writing about? "

Seeing this huge picture written by Murong Hui, Li Kai was unable to laugh or cry. He saw that Murong Hui wrote eight big characters "I'm really wronged" on the rice paper.

"Come on! Ah Hui, if I were general yuan, I'm afraid I would be angry to see your ugly words. " Seeing this, ye Baiwei also said in tears and laughter.

"Ah Hui, you can write such good rice paper. It's a natural thing!" Xiao Xuan shook his head helplessly.

At this time, the whole extremely cold place suddenly shook violently, and then Murong Hui found that the rice paper in his hand was out of his hand, and then there was a fire and spontaneous combustion.

"Ouch! What's going on? Why did the rice paper burn itself in such a cold place? " Muronghui looked at the rice paper burned to ashes and cried out sadly, "this is my hard work!"

"Come on! Ah Hui, you are nothing but dross. What hard work! "

Li Kai shook his head, but then looked at the ashes on the ground, turned to Lin Feng and said, "boss, although the words written by ah Hui just now failed, this at least proves one thing to us, that is, if you want to go out, it is estimated that you really have to write what general yuan wants to see on paper..."

"Well! I think I probably understand... "

Take a deep breath. Lin Feng, who has been paying attention to the whole extremely cold place with his spiritual knowledge just now, found that when Mu Ronghui finished writing these words on the paper, the soul breath of the familiar ghost general seemed to appear, as if he was checking what Mu Ronghui wrote until he saw that Mu Ronghui wrote these words and the handwriting was so ugly, I was so angry that I burned all this rice paper.

"Lin Feng, now that we have found a possible way out, what are we going to do next? What does general yuan really want to see us write? " Xiao nishang frowned and turned to ask Lin Feng.

"Look at those murals... Here is the life of general yuan. Since he was so unwilling after his death. Then I will, as he wishes, avenge him and protect his Festival! "

Say it! Lin Feng brewing feelings, immediately grabbed the brush from Murong Hui's hand, took a deep breath, and wrote on the rice paper.

They quickly looked down and saw that as soon as Lin Feng wrote, he first wrote three big characters "general Fu".