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Chapter 162
From the moment the two of them entered the bedroom, Feng Buping's expression was very bad.

Now that Lin Xiyan is tearing down the painting without his consent, Feng Buping is really angry.

"Miss Lin, are you impolite..."

Before the words of politeness came out, Feng Buping froze in place.

As soon as Lin Xiyan opened the frame, he saw a straw man in the frame.

Feng Buping couldn't believe his eyes: "This, how is this possible? I personally took this painting and asked someone to frame it. After I got it back, I hung it up. It has never been taken down. How could there be a picture in it?" Scarecrow?"

Lin Xiyan didn't speak, and took the straw man out of the frame.

The straw man was originally facing up, but after Lin Xiyan took it out in one piece, the back of the mannequin was exposed.

There is a piece of paper on the back of the straw man, on which Feng Buping's name is written in bright red characters, and below the name is a date of birth.

What's more, the straw man's back is densely packed with pinholes, which looks very creepy.

The moment he saw those pinholes, Feng Buping felt dizzy, his heart beat faster, and his stomach churned.

He squatted on the ground uncontrollably and began to retch.

Mu Can hastily bent down and patted Feng Buping's back: "Mr. Feng, what's wrong with you, are you okay?"

Feng Buping's face was pale, and in an instant, there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Facing Mu Can's question, he shook his head and said it was all right, but the pain on his face became more and more obvious.

Lin Xiyan stared at the straw man in his hand, with a serious expression, as if a layer of frost had formed on his delicate face.

Seeing that Lin Xiyan didn't speak for a long time, Mu Can also became anxious: "Miss Lin, what... what should I do?"

Lin Xiyan waved her hand, signaling her not to speak.

Then, she turned around, looked at Feng Buping and said, "Mr. Feng, don't squat down, sit down, sit on this stool."

"Okay." Feng Buping didn't dare to question this meeting, so he forced himself to sit on the chair by the window.

Feng Buping sat down.

Lin Xiyan took out a talisman paper, drew a special symbol on it with cinnabar, and then pasted the talisman paper on Feng Buping's forehead.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xiyan bit his right index finger, and quickly wrote a spell in the air with the cinnabar on it, and recited a formula.

"break!"

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew up in the room.

Mu Can held his breath nervously, feeling that everything in the room seemed very strange. He, a gentleman, the minister of a special department, and a soldier who received special training, would start to be afraid.

Looking at Xiang Fengbuping again, his face became paler, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his eyes were closed tightly, as if he would be in danger at any moment.

Mu Can was a little anxious: "Miss Li, Mr. Feng, is he all right?"

Lin Xiyan ignored Mu Can and placed the puppet on the open space in front of Feng Buping.

Then, she drew a spell again.

Read another formula.

"Break again!"

As soon as the voice fell, the puppet on the ground suddenly ignited and spontaneously ignited, turning into a pile of ashes in an instant.

Lin Xiyan smiled in satisfaction, said a formula to Feng Buping, and then tapped the talisman paper on Feng Buping's forehead.

The talisman wobbled a few times, then shattered into thousands of light spots, and quietly slipped into Feng Buping's nose and mouth.

After doing all this, Lin Xiyan's forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

Feng Buping felt his body suddenly relaxed a lot, and the feeling of dizziness all along seemed to dissipate in an instant, which made him feel inexplicably at ease.

More importantly, the long-standing feeling of soreness and back pain disappeared instantly, and the whole person was much more energetic.

Feng Buping was both happy and puzzled: "Miss Lin, what's going on?"

Lin Xiyan wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand: "As I guessed before, someone has cast a curse on you. If you didn't happen to meet me, your life would be in danger within three days."

Feng Buping's face suddenly changed, and his face was full of disbelief: "But, this room is only my wife and I, and even the servants are not allowed to enter."

"As for my wife, she really can't... maybe."

The more he talked about the back, the softer the wind was, and he was obviously less confident than before.

In fact, at this point in the matter, Feng Buping himself must have thought of many details that he had missed before.

It's just that he didn't want to believe it, let alone admit it.

Lin Xiyan also pulled a stool over and sat down without speaking.

Standing on the side, Mu Can looked at Lin Xiyan, then at Feng Buping, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Mr. Feng, I know you don't want to believe it, but that's the truth."

"You saw what happened just now with your own eyes, and Miss Lin also solved your problems for you. Do you believe what we said now?"

Feng Buping frowned, and sighed deeply.

Mu Can: "Mr. Feng, the curse on you has been broken now, but the other party is lurking beside you, and you are also very dangerous."

"Also, Miss Lin destroyed the straw man today. She must have known about it. Think about it. Based on what you know about Ding Yuelan, what will she do after the incident is exposed?"

Hearing this, a trace of panic flashed across Feng Buping's eyes.

"She, she will kill us by any means."

"My husband, Ding Yuelan, is a small-minded person. Since the death of our daughter, her temper has changed a lot, and she gets angry easily. Before, I have been accommodating her. I didn't expect, I didn't expect that she would die in 20 years. You killed my son before, and now you want to kill me!"

Feng Buping gritted his teeth and said, "I've treated her well all these years, why did she do this, and why?"

"Why?" A sharp female voice suddenly came from downstairs.

"The wind is uneven, why do you think this is?"

Feng Buping was taken aback, hurriedly stood behind Lin Xiyan, and said with a look of horror.

"She, she's back, what should I do?"

Lin Xiyan stopped him behind, and was about to go downstairs to meet Ding Yuelan, but she never thought about it.

As soon as she turned around, Ding Yuelan was already standing at the bedroom door.

When she saw Ding Yuelan clearly, Lin Xiyan couldn't help being shocked.

Ding Yuelan's face was pale, her eye sockets were sunken, she was as thin as a stick, and she looked as if she could fall down when the wind blows.

However, her eyes were very sharp, as if she could kill people.

What's more, Ding Yuelan's whole body was filled with a layer of strong Yin Qi.

If Lin Xiyan's guess is correct, she must have practiced some kind of forbidden technique, and she has even reached the point of becoming obsessed.

To be precise, Ding Yuelan who was standing in front of them was no longer a person.

It's a monster that's neither human nor ghost.

Lin Xiyan glanced at Ding Yuelan's face, and immediately cursed out.

"Ding Yuelan, are you really cruel enough to not even let your own daughter go?"

(End of this chapter)