Chapter 90

"I don't understand."

Lu Zijia answered simply, without any embarrassment because he didn't know how to appreciate the paintings.

After all, in the practice world of the law of the jungle, practitioners are busy practicing, looking for opportunities, or studying art. How can they still have time to play with poetry and painting?

For people in the cultivation world, reciting poetry and painting is playing with things and losing heart, and they don't know how to make progress.

She is a practitioner who knows everything and strives to become an immortal. She can't play with things and lose her will.

Song Zixuan doesn't know what she thinks. If she knows, she should feel speechless?

"I don't understand. What else are you looking at?" Hearing Lu Zijia's answer, song Zixuan was speechless.

"Look at the frame."

Lu Zijia still looked up and said back casually.

Song Zixuan, "..."

Is this woman here to tease him on purpose?

Suddenly, song Zixuan seemed to think of something and asked, "what's wrong with this painting?"

Lu Zijia shook his head, "No."

Just when song Zixuan wanted to ask anything else, Lu Zijia said again, "there is a problem with the picture frame."

Song Zixuan, "..."

Can't this woman speak all at once!

Song Zixuan took a deep breath and asked, "what's wrong with the picture frame?"

Lu Zijia didn't answer immediately this time, but took his eyes back from the picture frame. His eyes soon fell on the stone mountain on the left side of the living room.

The stone mountain is about 60cm long and about 90cm high, just like a reduced version of the mountain.

"You're talking!"

Seeing that Lu Zijia ignored his meaning, song Zixuan couldn't bear to urge him.

Lu Zijia took back her sight and refocused her attention on the two meter high picture frame on the wall.

"This picture frame is made of coffin, and the wood is still a hundred year old shade wood.

Because the coffin is long nourished by the Yin Qi of the coffin owner, the Centennial Yin wood has been upgraded to a 500 year Yin wood. "

Lu Zijia's words came as a bolt from the blue in Song Zixuan's ears.

Although he didn't know the specific harm of yinmu, his intuition told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

"Miss Lu Er, is this true or false? How do you see it?"

Fang Yueqiu originally wanted to go to the kitchen under the guise of eavesdropping on what her son was whispering with Lu Zijia.

But unexpectedly, she heard the words that shocked her heart.

If it had not been for the support of a deep-rooted good upbringing, it would have been a gaffe now.

Lu Zijia shrugged helplessly, "I see it with my eyes."

Many things in the world cannot be explained clearly. If you really want to explain, you can only say that she is gifted?

Thought Lu Zijia was perfunctory to her, Fang Yueqiu's face couldn't help sinking.

However, it was not to the point of anger.

"Will this picture frame affect our song family?"

Song Zixuan actually wanted to ask whether this picture frame was the real murderer who killed his grandmother.

Only when he blurted out, he just changed his statement.

Obviously, he was still afraid that Lu Zijia's answer was not the answer he wanted.

Lu Zijia nodded naturally, "of course, Yin wood is the favorite thing of the ghost. There are also people with evil intentions who will use Yin wood to do Yin damage.

You put such a big piece of Yin wood at home, didn't you openly attract ghosts to your house?

Moreover, Yin wood will gather Yin Qi, and living people will be invaded by Yin Qi. At least, minor diseases and serious diseases will continue, and at worst, small lives will be finished. "

PS: baby, guess who gave this picture to the Song family? If you don't win, you won't win. Ha ha ha ha~