Chapter 1368

Chi Shuyan didn't waste any more time in the temple in the mountain village. When she stood outside the gate of the temple, her thoughts changed from Wu Haoming's excitement to invisibility talisman.

I saw red and white candles all over the temple tonight, and two big red lanterns hung at the gate of the temple, which made me happy.

She stood outside the door for a while before she passed through the stone wall outside the temple.

Chi Shu Yan looks at more and more human bones. His face is very ugly.

Chi Shuyan swept the empty fourth floor as usual. In addition to those Buddha statues, they were still those Buddha statues, which were placed on the table neatly.

She glanced at it and was ready to go upstairs. As soon as she got to the entrance of the stairs, she suddenly found a painting beside the corner of the stairs, which seemed to be painted with blood, with a faint smell of fishy sweet rust.

Chi Shu Yan was uncertain and touched, then put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it. There was a faint smell of blood. It was estimated that over time, she could only vaguely smell a faint fishy smell.

Because there was no electricity in the temple, many candles were lit on the upper and lower floors of the temple. She went to one side of the table and took a candle to look close to the wall.

Sure enough!

This painting was really drawn with human blood. Chi Shuyan thought there was only one painting at first. When he drew the candle closer, he saw another one on the wall beside him.

She looked at it curiously. In the first picture, a person in front of her entered Dashan Village. In the second picture, it seemed that a man knelt down in a temple to make a wish.

The painter's painting skill is very superb, so Chi Shu Yan can see clearly the content almost at a glance.

From the two portraits, Chi Shuyan asked himself that no matter how smart he was, he could not see what the painter wanted to express.

Because of these two portraits, Chi Shuyan couldn't help but be curious. He took the candle carefully and continued to shine on the wall beside him. He wanted to have a look at other portraits.

Sure enough!

Not long after, Chi Shuyan found several blood paintings again in a corner. She squatted down and looked at the portraits carefully again. She found that the third one was a picture of a man who came to the temple to invite the true Buddha. When she turned to the fourth picture soon, it was a picture of a mother and a son weeping with joy. In addition to the mother's kindness and filial piety, there was a broken bowl beside the painting The ground is splashed with soup.

Chi Shuyan scanned four portraits in succession. Finally, she couldn't help but stop at the broken bowl which was smashed on the ground. She still had a little knowledge, but she seemed to know that the painter was telling a story when drawing these patterns.

Chi Shu Yan endured curiosity and continued to look.

Soon, when the portrait was transferred to the fifth painting, Chi Shuyan found that the painter's portrait began to become a bit in a hurry, and some parts of the line were intermittently connected.

Chi Shuyan tried to look for a long time before he could see what the painting was.

Chi Shuyan looked at the old man for half a day and saw that the fifth picture was about a man binding a pair of struggling mother and son into the temple in front of many people. She looked at the picture carefully and found that the painter had painted two more fires on both sides of the man's eyes. She guessed some meanings.

But seeing here, she always felt a little familiar with this series of portrait plots, and could not think of any familiarity for a moment.

Chi Shuyan gritted his teeth and began to look at the first portrait. When he saw the fifth one, he stopped and looked back and forth three or four times. After five times, Chi Shuyan found a very small character beside the third portrait. The word was too small to see what it was.

Chi Shu Yan had no choice but to feel the trace and guess the word by the trace.

Soon she figured out that the word was "Xu".

Xu?

Chi Shuyan suddenly remembered that Wu Haoming had told him about the old life of the Xu family. In order to save his mother's life, the filial son of the Xu family went to the temple to pray for Buddhism. Later, the Buddha statue turned to spirit. His mother's illness was very good. Moreover, the Xu family was so fierce that he soon became rich and moved out of the village.

If it's the Xu family's business, these paintings can be explained easily. Chi Shu Yan vaguely thinks that the contents of these paintings on the wall should be the truth of the family affairs of the filial sons of the Xu family.

Chi Shu Yan pressed down the excitement in her heart, and immediately continued to take the candle to shine on other portraits, but her eyes swept through the fifth one, and her eyebrows suddenly and violently frowned.

The fifth painting somehow disgusted her psychologically.

Apart from that, she really didn't believe in the true Buddha. She always believed that there was no free lunch in the world. I'm afraid it was true that Xu's filial son saved his mother at the cost of his wife and children.

However, she did not have time to think about it. She continued to stare at other portraits. The sixth picture was like a monster and a dying child lying on the side. The painting was in a hurry. Both the monster and the child were in a hurry. However, if you look carefully, the child's head is missing, only the rest of his body is lying on the ground, but the monster has an extra head.

She followed the sixth portrait and then looked at the seventh portrait. When the painter reached here, the brush strokes had become more and more disordered, even some were only half drawn, and the lines were not connected at all.After fifteen minutes, I could see that a picture of a man sitting in front of the door was a picture of a man sitting in front of a fire pot.

Chi Shuyan continued to see the eighth painting along the portrait, but when her eyes fell on the eighth portrait, she found that there were only a few messy graffiti on it. It seemed that the painter did not have time to draw, or the painter did not want to draw at all. Chi Shuyan felt that this might be biased towards the latter, and the painter did not want to draw.

Chi Shu Yan read this series of images, although seven or eight points to understand, but her heart inexplicably some heavy.

Just as she was about to move her eyes, she found that there was a ninth pattern in the corner. Chi Shuyan was staring at the ninth pattern. The strokes of the painter were still messy, but the last one was quite clear. Chi Shuyan first saw a striking date next to her, which was written on October 15.

On the side of the portrait, only the houses toppled and collapsed and the people hit by the rocks were seen. Soon, the surrounding mountains suddenly collapsed, and the whole village was buried completely in a flash, and no one and no houses were seen.

Chi Shuyan's eyes are fixed on the ninth portrait. She does not open her mouth, but her right eyelid jumps again. In addition, her chest is more intense than before. She can't breathe. She covers her chest and supports the wall. Her face is painful. The whole person seems to have just been fished out of the water. It is estimated that a lot of water can be twisted out when her upper garment is taken off.

Just then, the "Dong Dong Dong" sound, which had just been quiet for a long time, sounded again, and the sound was getting closer and closer to her, as if it was at the stairway connecting the fourth floor and the fifth floor. Chi Shuyan was a little more sober. Her eyes were sharp, and she looked up the stairs on the fourth floor. In a cold voice, she said, "who?"

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