Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 108 The Slender Figure
Although the villa looks very grand from the outside, when Zhang Jingtian walked in, he discovered problems with the villa.

It was so eerie in there, and there was no sound at all.

If the man's child hadn't still been sitting on the sofa, he would have suspected that the villa had long been an idle haunted house.

The man sighed and explained, "Ever since everyone started having nightmares, my servants have all run away."

Zhang Jingtian was stunned for a moment and asked, "Aren't they dreaming?"

"No." The man was also confused: "We are the only ones dreaming."

"Yeah." Zhang Jingtian nodded. He knew that to deal with such unusual items, he had to go and take a look in person.

"Take me to see what it looks like."

The man nodded, and then took Zhang Jingtian to a confined room.

Before the man was about to open the door, Zhang Jingtian summoned Loulan first.

In case of any accidents.

"She won't scare you, right?" Zhang Jingtian asked.

The man shook his head: "No, she, she is very beautiful. Is she also your heroic spirit?"

Zhang Jingtian rolled his eyes in his heart. These people are really something. They say they are afraid of heroic spirits and card makers.

But when I saw how beautiful they were, I completely forgot my fear.

"Well, but she is not a human, but a ghost." Zhang Jingtian whispered.

At this time, Loulan also cooperated by making a face.

When the man saw this, his heart skipped a beat and he really shut up.

He opened the door of the room. There was a painting hanging inside, and nothing else.

After seeing this, Zhang Jingtian was certain that the problem in the room was obviously this painting.

He thought it was something else.

Zhang Jingtian walked forward and looked at the painting in front of him carefully like a spectator.

He had to admit that the painting was actually quite good.

In the picture, there is a mountain road that looks like a country road.

If it were just this small path, the scene would actually be quite beautiful.

But on this path, there is now a long human shadow reflected on the road.

It makes people feel that the owner of this shadow is a terrible monster.

"What did the monster you saw in your dream look like?"

Zhang Jingtian finally understood why the monster wouldn't find him if he looked at the painting alone, because there was no image of the monster in the painting, only its shadow.

"One, one person." The man also knew that although the person opposite him was young, he was a genuine card maker.

If he can't solve it, I can only ask the association for help.

"A man, very tall and thin, wearing a hat, only half of his face is exposed at a time. When he opens his mouth, the teeth inside are sharper and sharper than those of a tiger..."

"Every time it gets close to me, I smell a disgusting, damp smell, like the smell of a sewer after it rains."

Zhang Jingtian was silent for a while and didn't say anything else.

This thing reminded him of a foreign folk legend, a slender figure.

But how did it appear here?

"Where did you buy this?"

The man was stunned. He didn't expect Zhang Jingtian to ask him this.

But he still said truthfully:
"I, I got it from a friend. He also seemed to have bought it on the black market, so the source should be hard to find now." Zhang Jingtian nodded: "Well, then I'll see if I can just burn it."

When Zhang Jingtian reached out to grab the picture frame, a strong chill suddenly hit him.

He felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The cold and damp air made Zhang Jingtian breathless.

And Loulan took direct action at this time.

She snatched the painting directly from Zhang Jingtian's hand and tore it into two pieces with force.

However, what Loulan didn't expect was that after she tossed the painting around like that, it actually pieced itself together again.

"So magical?"

Zhang Jingtian was obviously not convinced, so he simply asked Loulan to take it and throw it into the fire.

Seeing the portrait burn to ashes, Zhang Jingtian smiled and was about to praise himself, but the man said tiredly: "Look there."

Zhang Jingtian returned to the room and found that the painting was hung in its original place.

"This..." Zhang Jingtian finally understood that to destroy this painting, he could only kill its original body in his dream.

Nothing else works.

"I've tried everything," the man said weakly. "This method doesn't work."

Hearing him say this, Zhang Jingtian smacked his lips and showed a helpless expression.

"Then I can only wait until he comes to my dream at night."

But the man now looked at Zhang Jingtian in a pleading tone: "Why don't you go to sleep now... If it's any later, I'm worried that it will come to my son and me in our dreams first, and then we will die."

Zhang Jingtian also understood the client's feelings, so he nodded and lay down in the guest room.

What's strange is that Zhang Jingtian, who usually had to think about random things for a long time before falling asleep, fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow today.

And it was different from before. Before, when he dreamed, he didn't even realize that he was dreaming.

And now, Zhang Jingtian was sure that he was in a dream.

He was walking on a country road, just as the man had said.

The golden afternoon sun shone on the mountain road. He stepped on the flying leaves. If he didn't think about the strange figure, this place was actually quite beautiful and comfortable.

But soon, Zhang Jingtian heard the sound of running behind him.

He turned around and saw a thin man who was much taller than him approaching him with his very disproportionately long legs.

But Zhang Jingtian did not run away. Instead, he stood there, waiting for the other party to arrive.

He snapped his fingers and felt relieved after confirming that he could summon cards even in his dreams.

As long as this trick is still there, he doesn't have to worry about himself.

Just as the other party was about to approach, Zhang Jingtian had already summoned Yingning.

The fox demon glanced at the figure in front of him and sneered:
"What kind of monster is so ugly that it dares to chase my master? I'll let you know what it means to go and never come back!"

When the figure was about to approach, Zhang Jingtian really felt the cold and damp feeling that the man had described.

However, he discovered that this was not just a physical sensation, but more like a debuff, because his hands and feet were slowly solidifying.

Even Yingning's speed had obviously slowed down a lot.

Zhang Jingtian immediately became serious. This guy was at least at the purple card level, and he couldn't laugh and joke around.

So he immediately summoned Loulan and Painted Skin, and he got on the sedan chair and flew into the air.

(End of this chapter)