Midnight Offering

Wang Hongrui knew that I was teasing him, and his face showed an angry look: "please don't do this."

I saw that he was angry and knew that he was going too far, but he did tell the truth. If Grandpa Ann didn't help, it didn't mean that the lecher would not.

But when I see him now, it's probably impossible.

In fact, the reason why I want to go to the next door is to hope that lecherons can get involved in this matter.

He is the king of hell. He is the most powerful one. If I saw those paintings, he might help Wang Hongrui because of me.

I know, I think this is too much, very selfish, but

I looked at the peace of my eyes. I didn't know who I was texting. I was worried and urgent.

Head slightly toward her side a little bit, sure enough, this little girl is sending a text message to her grandfather.

"Grandfather, can't you help him?"

After a while, he came back with a lovely expression.

"Nonsense! Come back to me! (angry) "

what is the metaphysical painter? Why does it make grandfather an feel frightened and make the lecher silent and show this expression.

Obviously, Anning also wants to help Wang Hongrui.

I don't care much about him, but he is such an excellent gifted young man that he can draw that kind of portrait, and I like and appreciate him very much. I don't want him to be affected by those six paintings with evil spirits.

It may also affect his future.

I heard what the lecher said just now. It's not easy to destroy them completely.

It can be seen that even if the paintings were burned down, the evil spirits would still stay with Wang Hongrui and could not be eradicated.

If it's so easy, Grandpa Ann and lecher would not have this reaction.

There is also the explanation about the metaphysical painter. I am also at a loss.

I can't understand it at all, and I don't want to think about it any more.

Wang Hongrui looked at the wall timidly and murmured, "do you really want to see the painting?"

"Don't you want to know if they are responsible for your daily nightmares?" I pick my eyebrows.

He was stunned, hesitated again and again, raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist, swallowed his saliva, and nervously said, "let's go back quickly, if If it's as like as two peas in my dream, I'll burn them today! "

Wang Hongrui is obviously nervous, even his voice is shaking. I can hear it. But I still can't help it. I hit him for a moment: "I'm afraid it's not that simple."

I nuzzled my mouth toward Anning: "did you not see the way she called and what she said? Anjia is an exorcist family. His grandfather asked us to go back quickly. It can be imagined that the six paintings were so terrible."

"What about that?"

He was flustered, with a look of bewilderment, constantly scratching his ears and cheeks, and his face was full of anxiety.

I said: "go and have a look first. I think Anning wants to have a look."

I'd like to see what kind of artist's paintings can have such a terrifying and powerful effect, which directly affects Wang Hongrui's dream!

Anning nods hard, grabs my hand and looks at him carefully.

"Let's go, three people. What are you afraid of! Right, there are so many people coming to the exhibition. If those ghosts are really so powerful, they dare not directly ask us for trouble! "

Her other hand waved her fist, a fearless look, I felt that she was holding my other hand in a slight trembling, helplessly hooked the corner of her lip.

I was scared to death, but I still beat my face to be fat.

……

The lecher did not stop me. He gently took my hand and accompanied me by my side. Wang Hongrui didn't bother who I was talking to just now. His own affairs have not been handled well. How can he have the leisure to guess.

To my surprise, I wanted to help Wang Hongrui this time. He was not angry.

Not in the past. As long as you have a little relationship with other men, you can make him jealous. Today, this is

The lecher took my hand and let go and touched my head.

"Hua'er has always wanted to be a husband, and I can feel it."

He smiles at me, and I see his eyes bend up: "so don't worry about being jealous for your husband. My wife's heart is always on me."

I don't like the way he talks, and I have to take the trouble to interpret what he means.

However, I don't know if there is a ghost order in my body. I can always read his meaning very quickly, and I don't feel disgusted. If I think about it, it may be better to put it mildly.

If I remember correctly, I have been flushed by his straightforward words several times.

He ran through the wall and ran into the painting room next door, which made me nervous to death. He kept calling him in my heart. In the end, he could hear him?!Ah? Before that, he secretly scolded him as a lecher in his heart, or felt happy. Did he know?

I felt that my privacy had been spied on, but I was not unhappy at all.

The three of us went out of the staff lounge and went to the door next door.

The lecher looked at the closed door quietly and said, "things are much more complicated than I thought."

"When you went in, you saw them?"

He heard me ask him, and he didn't answer, but he looked a little complicated.

Wang Hongrui has been immersed in his own world. Because of his nervousness, he only cares about pacifying himself. He doesn't pay attention to the communication between me and the pornographer. Anning knows that the lecher is here from my conversation with the air just now.

"Is your husband willing to help?"

I couldn't help but smile and shake my head. She sighed with a sigh: "so is my grandfather. I don't want to persuade him. Let's go back quickly, or we'll come and catch us."

I thought of the expression that Grandpa Ann used to send a text message. I couldn't help feeling that he was a little cute.

When I see him in a shroud, why don't I find that he has this attribute? I didn't see it at all.

Wang Hongrui took two breaths and unscrewed the door handle. The door opened slowly. It was dark inside.

Because this is a special storage room, there are no windows inside, usually used to stack things, no one will enter, the overhead light bulb is still the old-fashioned round orange lamp.

Wang Hongrui turned on the light switch, and several large cardboard boxes were stacked in the corner, and several long long tables were placed side by side, stacked with some long red belts that seemed to be used for the opening of the exhibition.

The six paintings were stacked against the edge of one cardboard box. The huge frame and the painting were wrapped in gray and white dustproof cloth. The cross shaped red rope trapped it firmly without leaking a corner.

People's voices in the exhibition hall can be heard outside the door. Because there are only two doors, and the room is close to the outer door, some small people's voices can be heard.

This may have become Wang Hongrui's capital to persuade him to relax. His breathing is heavy, like he has just finished several thousand meters, and he is almost out of breath.

His breath was still very short, and he took a few more deep breaths in order to calm himself down.

"I'll open it."

He said to himself. I looked at him quietly. The room was quiet. I could hear my heart pounding. The adrenaline was secreted rapidly. The white light flashed in front of me.

I saw him shaking his hands and moving his feet as if he were daring or afraid. It took him a long time to get to the six paintings.

The dust cloth didn't open, how did the color ghost see it?

If he didn't see it, why would he say it was complicated?

Can he not only penetrate the wall, but also have the function of perspective?

I don't want to think about it any more, because I don't want to think that he has the function of perspective, standing in front of him every day with his clothes on and without clothes?

This kind of terrible thought, I hastened to drive away from my mind.

Peaceful hands tightly grasp my arm, close to me, body slightly trembling.

She seems nervous, too.

I took a mouthful of saliva and took a deep breath. Watching Wang Hongrui slowly untie the knot of the red rope, it was clearly a matter that could be completed in a few seconds. In this atmosphere of depression, I felt that it was like a century ago.

The dust cloth, which was not tied by the rope, slipped and fell to the ground with a very smooth speed. Even before I had prepared, I saw the first picture clearly!

Boom! I felt my whole body's blood rushed to the top of my head, and my hair was all open! The eyeball is a little out of his control, trembling around!

I feel, my heart quickly because of ischemia and stop beating! Behind a burst of cold, cold sweat from the open pores quickly out!

What kind of painting is this?!

I don't know whether it's a human or an animal. Sitting on a twisted chair, I looked at it carefully and found the limbs of the "thing". It was a person.

Long hair and exposed chest, let me judge, she is a woman!

The skin of her face was all twisted and wrapped in the revelation. She was slightly skewed, as if she had been twisted by an invisible hand, and her watery eyes were rearranged. Now the two eyes are distributed in different parts of her head. The skeleton is very long and thin, and all the meat on it has been scraped away. She still tries to grasp the place she can hold, but there is no place to grasp in the upward black torrent!

The background is twisted. This darkness is not ordinary darkness. It reveals a breath of death, and even mixed with this chilling feeling. Chaotic black fills the background of the whole painting, leaving only one deformed woman sitting on a twisted chair.

The expression on her face, the moment I saw her, almost fainted!Wang Hongrui's mouth was so wide that he could fit into a hamburger. He fell on the ground, shaking his body into a sieve.

"It can't be It's impossible! "