cloudy day

Chapter 217
"Yin... Protector Yin, why are you here? Are you here to find Brother Ergou?" I was a little panicked, and naturally thought of what happened last night. Be by the dry well.

Yin Hufa's face was paler than my paper figurine. He smiled and felt a little creepy. He said to me: "No, I'm here to look for you, Changsheng..."

"Looking for... looking for me?"

"Changsheng, why do I feel that you are a little reserved today, and seem to be a little afraid of me?" Yin Hufa snorted coldly.

"Where...how can it be? I'm just afraid that if I go late, the guardian will reprimand me." I smiled guiltyly.

"You don't have to worry about that. When I came here, I happened to meet Chang Hufa. He has something to do today. Let me tell you to practice hard when you are free." Yin Hufa said with a smile.

"Then...then Protector Yin, why did you come to see me?"

"Longsheng, I heard that you have a very special painting soul brush, can you show me?" Yin Hufa stared into my eyes and asked.

And I also saw some unusual expressions in his eyes, there was a hint of longing, even a little excitement, this look reminded me of evil people...

In fact, the soul-painting pen was originally on me, but I kept an eye on him and said to him: "I'm sorry for Guardian Yin, but I have given that pen to Granny Osmanthus for safekeeping, because you also know that there was a demon who came here before." The Five Immortals were making trouble, so I didn’t dare to carry it with me just in case.”

A trace of disappointment flashed in Yin Hufa's eyes, and he nodded, "It's okay, I came to you for other things. I heard that your pen can 'resurrect' dead bodies, and the 'resurrected' dead bodies It is stronger than the paper man made out of it, do you know why?"

I shook my head, not knowing what Guardian Yin was going to say to me, but I was always on guard against him in my heart.

"This is because your painting soul brush has the power of death. A dead body represents death, and the paper doll is just something for funerals. Longevity, I have a good idea. Add the ashes and corpse oil of the dead to the paint, put the hair of the dead on the paper figurine, and add the bones of the dead to the supporting frame, so maybe the paper figurine you make will have the same effect as a dead body." Yin Hufa smiled Said, it's just that his smile is different from other people's, and he always feels a little superficial when he looks at it, and even a little hidden in his smile.

But what he said just now does have some truth, and I can't wait to confirm his method. At the same time, I am also curious how he knows so much about the painting soul brush.

"Hufa Yin, have you seen the origin of the painting soul brush, can you tell me more?" I asked curiously.

Yin Hufa twitched his mouth and said with a smile: "Your painting soul brush hides too many mysteries. I only understand a little because I have worshiped ghosts and immortals for generations. But if you lend me that brush to take a closer look, maybe I Can see more mysteries."

If the incident last night hadn't happened, I would have lent him the painting soul brush from the beginning, but the more he wanted to borrow my pen at this moment, the more suspicious and resistant I became.

"Then...then I'll go find you when I get back from Granny Osmanthus." I said.

Hufa Yin nodded, turned around and left, but the gloomy aura on his body still remained in the yard, because I have been exposed to death since I was born, so I have always been particularly sensitive to yin aura, and I felt that he was contaminated by the aura of the dry well. Yin Qi!

Moreover, this yin energy is still very strong. It is very likely that Yin Hufa just left the dry well. I always have an ominous premonition in my heart that what Grandma Hu Guihua is worried about is about to happen...

(End of this chapter)