Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

Xiao Baozi pointed outside, "I can take you to see my mother."

The old man adjusted his glasses, "I'll go later, come on, let's... take a look at this painting first, take a closer look, and tell me what you see later, okay? If you answer correctly, you will get a prize. You are so cute and smart." Children, you must be able to answer it, right?"

The little bun was tangled up, as if he was saying, what if he couldn't answer, "Well...well, let's look at the picture first...but what if I really can't tell?"

The old man changed his tone, "There will be punishment..."

The little bun was unhappy, "Ah, then I don't want it anymore, you are not someone like me..."

The old man hurriedly said: "Grandpa was joking with you, don't worry, no matter whether you can answer it or not, I will reward you."

The little bun raised his head tuggingly, "Okay, then I'll... reluctantly take a look."

The old man whispered next to the little bun's ear, "Remember, close your eyes, don't think about anything, just let your mind go...Look...in that patch of red...what's there?"

Xiao Baozi narrowed his eyes slightly according to what he said, and focused on the painting.

After quite a while, the little bun remained motionless, and the expression on his face was slowly changing slightly...

The old man saw everything in his eyes, and the little bun's expression gradually became dull.

He waited for a while, and approached quietly. He came behind the little bun, and slowly raised his right hand. He held a needle in his hand. A cold metallic light flashed across the needle, and the needle was filled with water-green liquid. ...

Just when his hand holding the needle was only a few tens of centimeters away from Xiao Baozi's neck, Xiao Baozi suddenly said, "Grandpa, your painting...is really ugly!"

The old man who had stretched out his hand and was about to touch Xiao Baozi's neck suddenly stood up, his body trembled, and looked at Xiao Baozi in disbelief, he could still speak?

On the surface, it is a piece of red, as if the paint bucket was overturned and poured on the oilcloth, but... there is a peculiar thing about this painting, he can only stand at a certain position, stand at a certain position What can be seen from a distance.

Otherwise, at any angle, it is the same when viewed from near or far, and there is no difference in a piece of red.

Where Xiao Baozi stood, he could see something vaguely.

Looking at his footsteps, it looked like a patch of red blood, and it could be vaguely discerned under the blood, as if there was a small figure struggling inside...

If you stand there still and keep watching, you can feel that the struggling figure in blood is getting clearer...

That figure was not struggling, but...it was a fragmented body that had been chopped into many pieces.

The limbs, head, upper body, chest and abdomen are separated, blood is sprayed out, the head is hanging on the broken arm, and the eyes on the head that is separated from the body are wide open, and the eyes are bloodshot. If you meet his gaze, the whole People seem to have their souls taken away.

The little bun soon realized that something was wrong with the painting, but he didn't say anything, he didn't speak suddenly until the old man made a move.

The little bun slowly opened his eyes, turned around and looked at the old man. He still maintained the posture just now, and the needle in his hand had not been withdrawn.

He still had that innocent and cute face, and asked with a smile, "Grandpa, what are you doing? I'm most afraid of injections."