This Damned Thirst for Survival

Isn't this nonsense?

The other two disciples looked at him speechlessly.

If there is no evil, what are they doing here?

But Feng Li nodded without changing his face, "You are right."

After he finished complimenting Jiang Luo, he stepped inside.

Wang Santan looked at each other in disbelief.

Mr. Feng seldom praised people, but now, Mr. Feng is praised Jiang Luo.

They made eye contact for a while, did Mr. Feng like this answer?

The young man took them to the living room, where a mother and daughter were sitting on the sofa.

Huang Yulan and her daughter's eyes were red from crying. After seeing them come in, they took out a handkerchief and wiped their tears. She barely smiled and stood up and said, "Mr. Feng, sit down."

Feng Li sat on the sofa, and Jiang Luo stood behind him with the other two.

"Let's talk about it," Feng Liyun said calmly, "what happened to me."

As the celestial master of the Feng family, Feng Li would not easily go out to deal with such trivial matters. Only this time he happened to be in Yunnan, and the old celestial master was familiar with Huang Yulan again, so he worked his way.

Huang Yulan couldn't stop her tears when she heard the words. Her son Ke Hetang hurriedly said, "It was my father who had an accident."

"Half a month ago, my father started to become ill-tempered. His temper became more and more irritable, and he would lose his temper if everything went wrong. Forget it, he still ate insects that he would never eat before," Ke Hetang said with difficulty, "Insects crawling in the ground, ants, silkworm chrysalis, cockroaches...there is nothing to eat after processing, but we found that he secretly swallowed these insects when we were not paying attention."

Jiang Luo heard the sound of two people around him swallowing hard.

Raw swallow, really ruthless.

The world is so big that some people have strange sexual habits, and some people have strange food addictions.

But if there is only this, it is not enough to invite a heavenly master.

Sure enough, Ke Hetang continued: "More than that, he has been scratching the skin on his body, scratching his back before scratching his back, scratching his hands and bleeding. We asked him if it hurts, and he said he didn't feel it. "

Huang Yulan grabbed the handkerchief and said, "Mr. Feng, you didn't see the wounds on his body that were scratched by him. They are all about to be stitched. Does he really feel no pain? I feel... I feel like he has been wicked. Similar."

Feng Li listened quietly, and after they finished speaking, stood up and said, "I see."

"You come with me." Feng Li turned his head and looked at the three of Jiang Luo.

The mansion was so big, Feng Li led them to the second floor after looking through the first floor.

Huang Yulan, mother and son, followed them and looked at them eagerly. When they arrived at the study on the second floor, Jiang Luo sensitively felt a cold breath blowing before they even entered.

Feng Li should have felt it too. He walked straight and stepped into the study without wandering for a moment.

The study is very large, with books on two walls. The mahogany customized desk is placed in front of the bookcase, and a tiger-skin-like carpet is covered on the center floor.

At first glance, it looks calm and majestic, but upon closer inspection, the design is slightly exaggerated and extravagant. As Jiang Luo walked along, he felt that this family should be a nouveau riche who made a fortune suddenly.

Many green plants with beautiful meanings are placed in the study room. There is a picture hanging on the wall on the left, and a copper coin decoration is placed on the desk.

After Jiang Luo watched a circle, his eyes returned to the painting.

The picture shows the back of a full-length portrait of a man. The man is wearing a chronological shirt, plunged into darkness from his waist down. At the bottom of the painting, there is a rigid shadow next to the man's feet. The shadow is slightly heavier than the dark undertone. After a closer look, you can find that the shadow seems to be divided into three faint segments.

This painting doesn't feel very good to Jiang Luo.

Feng Li asked: "What do you see?"

It was another test, and after learning from the previous experience, Wang Santan cautiously said: "There must be a problem here."

Another dear friend followed closely: "The problem must not be small."

Feng Li said disappointedly: "Useless empty talk."

He looked at Jiang Luo again.

Jiang Luo was still looking at the painting, "This painting seems to be alive?"

A slight smile flashed across Feng Li's face. He looked at Huang Yulan and the three of them, "When did you buy this painting?"

Ke Hetang cautiously said: "My father bought this at an auction half a month ago, Mr. Feng, is there a problem with this painting?"

Feng Li nodded faintly, stepped forward to touch the drawing paper, pondered for a moment, and said to the disciples: "Come and feel the texture of this painting."

Jiang Luo touched them one by one. The canvas is slippery and flexible, and it feels very addictive to the touch. After they finished touching it, Feng Li said again, "Did you see what material it was?"

Jiang Luo followed the others and shook his head.

He has studied design for so many years and has never seen such paper.

Feng Li said, "This is human skin drawing paper."

Everyone was taken aback, Huang Yulan murmured with shaking hands, "Human skin drawing paper?"

The mother and son were pale and trembling with fright. I can't believe that there is such a picture of a human skin dazzlingly hung in their house!

Feng Li looked at a copper coin enshrined on the desk again, "When was this copper coin placed there?"

"Two or two months ago," Ke Hetang's face was like golden paper, and said with trepidation, "I brought this back. My father has always loved antique paintings and calligraphy, and we usually consciously buy these things from home."

Feng Li walked to the table and looked down at the copper coins in a cold tone, "If the copper coins handed down from the family can be displayed naturally, they will have the effect of a town house. But if the copper coins are of unknown origin, they will easily be contaminated with dirt."

He stretched out his hand to pick up the copper coin, looked at it for a while and said, "This is a copper coin taken from the mouth of a dead person."

Ke Hetang couldn't speak, he was sweating profusely, and after a while he said: "Mr. Feng, I don't know this is the copper coin in the mouth of the dead."

"The Yin Qi on the copper coin is extremely heavy," Feng Li put down the copper coin, took out a handkerchief and wiped his palms. Damn it."

Huang Yulan hurriedly asked: "Mr. Feng, what about now, is it still too late to find out about this?"

"It's too late," Feng Li said, "but I want to see your husband."

It was a matter of life and death. After half an hour, Huang Yulan's husband Ke Wangwei rushed back to the mansion.

Ke Wangwei walked in with a stern face, a circle of black air lingered in his Yintang, his temples bulged, and his face was full of flesh and blood. This kind of face often appeared on the butcher's face. Only this one, Jiang Luo could not see how rich and noble the master of the study was. On the contrary, he felt that this man was extremely poor and vicious, not a good stubborn.

This Mr. Ke was impatient when he first came in, but he was taken aback when he saw Feng Li. He clearly knew Feng Li, he immediately put away his impatience, and said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Feng? Why did you come to my house?"

In today's society, people with higher status and status are more superstitious. Ke Wangwei also believes in this. Anyone who has some channels knows Feng Li's reputation, but few people can ask Feng Li to act.

Ke Wangwei didn't expect to see Feng Li at his home. He was surprised and delighted for a while, and his discomfort was suddenly reduced in the past few days.

"What can Mr. Feng teach me when he comes to my house?"

Feng Li looked at him for a few moments, then pointed to the painting in the study and said, "Does Mr. Ke recognize this painting?"

Ke Wangwei felt weird and replied: "This is a painting I bought half a month ago. I must know it."

"No," Feng Li said, "I mean, do you know the person in the painting?"

Ke Wangwei was inexplicable, he looked at the painting.

In fact, it was because of the familiarity at first sight after seeing the painting that Ke Wangwei bought the painting. But he couldn't recognize who the back of the man in this painting was, and he couldn't see anything now. Ke Wangwei saw his eyes hurt, and he was about to remove his eyes, when a strange feeling suddenly came to his heart.

Ke Wangwei's face paled, "How is it possible!"

Feng Li said without a stir: "You recognize, who is the person in the painting?"

Ke Wangwei's sweat slipped off his forehead, and he hesitated, "I, I don't know..."

Feng Li turned around and was about to take his disciple away.

Huang Yulan panicked and said: "Mr. Feng, don't go!"

She pulled Ke Wangwei's clothes angrily, "Do you know what you don't want to say? You know, if Mr. Feng doesn't make a move, you will die in half a month!"

Ke Wangwei's Yu Guang glanced at the painting, dripping with cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and said loudly: "I said, I said! Mr. Feng, please help me!"