Black Cat Mansion: Book of Paranormal Events

Chapter 256 The Woman in the Painting
Luo Mingyin's hands turned into sharp claws, and with a light touch on her feet, she rushed towards Yan Xiaoai's direction. The ghostly air was very frightening, Yan Xiaoai quickly backed away, she had nothing in her hand, only Can quickly pinch a finger to resist.

What Yan Xiaoai is better at is the spell formation, and her own skills are relatively ordinary. Luo Mingyin just dodged sideways for a while, and in an instant she was in front of Yan Xiaoai.

Luo Mingyin's sharp claws grabbed Yan Xiaoai's face, but Yan Xiaoai resisted, and several bloodstains were scratched on his arm.

Glancing at the wound on his arm, Yan Xiaoai continued to wrestle with Luo Mingyin. Luo Mingyin cultivated by sucking the energy of others, and did not practice any magic formula, so the attack method was relatively simple, Yan Xiaoai reluctantly You can still hang out with him for a while.

The two were fighting, and the female ghosts rushed over just now, Yan Xiaoai kicked Luo Mingyin's abdomen, and used her strength to back away, opening the distance between the two of them, Yan Xiaoai quickly used With his own blood on his hands, Xukong drew several blood talismans, and several blood talismans formed a simple formation, which Yan Xiaoai would release with one palm, and the blood talisman formation trapped the female ghosts in it.

After trapping a few female ghosts, Yan Xiaoai concentrated her energy on dealing with Luo Mingyin. She thought for a while that if she kept fighting like this, she would not be able to wait for Wu Yan to come over. She gritted her teeth and concentrated her spiritual power on her eyes.

"Pupil technique, heart demon."

Those who die and turn into ghosts to linger in the world often have obsessions in their hearts that cannot be let go. Yan Xiaoai's trick can awaken the obsessions in the hearts of those who have been recruited, and turn them into demons to make them lost, but how deep the demons are depends entirely. As for the cultivation base of the caster, with Yan Xiaoai's ability, he should be able to delay until Wu Yan rushed over.

Luo Mingyin only felt pain in his eyes, and the picture in front of him began to change. The cold and dark river bed turned into the warm pavilion he was familiar with. He was wearing a moon white robe and sitting in front of the desk, with a good pen and ink on the table. Paper inkstone, at the moment he is holding a paintbrush to draw a painting, the painting is almost done, on the rice paper there is an elegant woman standing among the flowers, a few pink petals are falling in her hair, the woman in the painting is He was smiling, obviously very happy.

Luo Mingyin held the pen and looked at the corners of the woman's mouth in the painting, and couldn't help showing a smile, but when she finished writing, she wrote two rather sad lines.

The sky is not old, the love is inevitable, the body is like a double silk net, and the heart is full of knots.

After finishing writing, the smile on Luo Mingyin's face also subsided. He stretched out his hand to caress the face of the woman in the painting, with a wry smile on his lips.

He was engrossed in watching, when Xiao Si pushed the door in, he woke up suddenly and quickly covered the painting, then glared at the boy angrily.

"Didn't I tell you not to come in without my order?"

"It's the old man who came back, and he let you go. The little one yelled at the door several times, but you didn't respond, so the little one has the guts to come in. I hope the second master will forgive me."

Xiaosi explained a little aggrieved, Luo Mingyin was not really angry, so he waved his hand and let Xiaosi go out first.

"I see, you go down first, I'll pack up and go there."

Xiaosi responded and went out. Luo Mingyin opened the painting on the table again, looked at it for a few times, carefully rolled up the painting, put it in a drawer beside it and locked it. There were still many scrolls in the drawer. Someone who opened it would surely find that all of these paintings depict the same woman, either smiling, angry, sad, or happy.

(End of this chapter)