The debt repayment life of the full-level metaphysics

Chapter 530 Bad Habits
Xia Xin stared closely, and saw that the incense ash in the water bowl gradually turned into a woman.

But the woman looked strange.

From the looks of it, he was probably only a little over 20 years old, and he seemed to be lying on the ground, with blood all over his forehead, and his eyes were wide open, quite frightening.

Xia Xin met her eyes all of a sudden, making him tremble in fright.

At this time, Xia Xin suddenly noticed that another drop of blood appeared on Wan Jiayuan's fingertip.

Like a thin thread, the blood slowly crawled into the water bowl along Wan Jiayuan's fingertips and the tabletop.

Gradually, the incense ash changed again.

The woman's appearance gradually changed from her original appearance to a pile of bones.

The incense ash around it also gradually turned into some strange pictures.

It's not like being on the ground, or in a coffin.

It looks like it's in some kind of wall, but it doesn't look like it.

The background picture has brick walls one by one, but there is a large space in the middle, unlike ordinary walls.

Moreover, there are some special things on the wall bricks, which seem to be children's paintings.

Looking at the background environment and the pile of bones, Xia Xin couldn't help shivering.

"You can open your eyes now." Seeing the picture in the water bowl, Jiang Li said lightly.

Wan Jiayuan opened his eyes uncontrollably as if he had been clicked.

In the next second, he saw the picture in the water bowl.

"what!"

Wan Jiayuan was startled, and leaned back suddenly, and the chair under him was moved back half a step by him.

Jiang Li stretched out his hand, pointed to the picture in the water bowl, and said, "Stop screaming, look at the picture above, are you familiar with it?"

Wan Jiayuan's face was still pale when he heard the words.

He even suspected that he was wrong just now...

After a second pause, he tentatively looked into the water bowl again.

The picture in the water bowl is still a pile of bones.

However, before Wan Jiayuan could scream, he suddenly saw the picture on the brick next to him.

He was taken aback.

"See what place it is? Is it a place you are familiar with?" Jiang Li asked after capturing the change in Wan Jiayuan's expression.

Wan Jiayuan swallowed, still a little nervous, but the weird scene still overwhelmed the fear in his heart.

He stared at the painting above, his face suddenly changed, "This, this seems to be my hometown..."

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows, "My hometown?"

Wan Jiayuan nodded hastily, "Yes... There was a custom in our hometown before, old people who are over sixty years old will be locked in a tomb with a door left, and a brick will be placed every day until they are completely covered. All the tombs are blocked."

Xia Xin's eyelids twitched, "What kind of bad habits are you guys..."

"This was all decades ago, and I don't know. There is no such custom now, but I didn't know this when I was a child. When I saw those tombs with bricks, I ran over and used burnt tombs." sticks, draw pictures on them, sometimes with stones..."

Saying that, Wan Jiayuan's eyes turned red, and he tremblingly said, "I, I think, I am very familiar with the picture on the brick wall above... Well, it seems that I drew it myself..."

Xia Xin's eyes widened suddenly, "Did you draw it yourself?"

Wan Jiayuan nodded almost invisibly, "Yes... We also have such a grave in our land. I heard that before the land was planned, everyone buried it casually. After arriving at my house, no one dared to touch this old grave. I stayed..."

At that time, he was young and courageous, and when he went to the field to weed, he didn't even think about what was inside.

When I'm lazy, I take a stick or a stone and draw on it.

When he was seen by his father, he was arrested and scolded by his father.

(End of this chapter)