"I'll tell you to stop talking!" At the end of the phone, Jinghai's shrill voice came.

The car lost control of my dodge and crashed into a tree on the side of the road.

Although I didn't hurt myself, I was strangled by the seat belt and hurt my chest and neck.

All this came too quickly and urgently, and the unprecedented fear made me not have time to see the situation clearly, so I instinctively took the law seal and slapped it towards the co-pilot.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", but his right hand slapped the back of the chair.

Only then did I realize that there was nothing above the co-pilot, and the man who pounced on me was gone.

I was really hairy, grabbed my backpack, pushed the car door and ran down.

I've been a for so long, and I'm by no means cowardly, but this time I'm so scared that my hair stands on end.

The reason why I was scared like this was because after the beard disappeared, the person who came to me later was no longer a 'stupid beard'.

This man looks like me and wears the same clothes!

'Wait until the painter paints your image, and he will snatch your soul away!' ’

Thinking of Jinghai's words, I couldn't stop breaking cold sweat.

There is no record of a painter or a painter in the key hundred ghost genealogy and ghost arts, and I don't know what kind of existence it is.

I took a few deep breaths, opened the door, and found my phone under the seat.

The phone never hung up, and there was still the sound of Jinghai "hey" coming from the earpiece.

I put my phone to my ear, but hesitated.

Jinghai told me to stop talking, but if I didn't speak, how could I talk to him?

I thought about it quickly and tapped my finger twice near the microphone.

Jinghai seemed to hear the movement, and said anxiously: "Don't talk yet, listen to me." ”

Then he asked, "Is that guy still next to you?" Knock it once if you're there, and knock twice if you're not. ”

I looked left and right, but I didn't see anyone around except for the crashed car.

I just knocked it on my phone, and then I heard Jinghai ask again, "What does that guy look like?" ”

I'm a bit of a toothyman, how do I answer that? I don't know Morse code.

Jinghai also seemed to realize this, paused, and said:

"That way, if he doesn't look anything special, you knock it; If he looks like someone you know, or if he looks exactly like you, you knock twice. ”

"Tuk Tuk!"

Without hesitation, I knocked twice, and I felt my heart flutter twice.

"Alas!"

Jing Hai let out a long sigh, "You can speak now." ”

Hearing him say this, instead of relaxing, I had an even more ominous premonition.

"Master ......"

As soon as I shouted, I froze as if I had been swallowed by electricity.

I distinctly heard a man's voice shouting after me, "Master." ”

The voice spoke exactly the same as I did, just half a beat slower than me, as if it had an echo.

What made me even more panicked was that the sound was not coming from around me, but from behind me.

That evil painter seems to be lying on my back!

I wanted to see if it was really behind my back, but I didn't dare to look back, for fear that the other party would blow out the yang fire on my shoulder when I turned around, and then I would really be done with the fun.

I forced myself to calm down, and suddenly something came to mind.

Didn't the bob sit on my back all the time? Where is she?

"Bob!" I blurted out.

"Bob!"

The voice was immediately heard behind him.

As soon as I gritted my teeth, I pulled out the Yin-Yang Knife from my bag and poked it back in the shoulder with my backhand.

But it didn't poke anything.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do? What did you do to my friend? "I became more and more anxious, for fear that something might happen to the bob.

No one answered me, and to my surprise, the voice didn't learn to speak again this time.

Jinghai's sigh came from the phone again, "It's too late, he's already finished drawing your shape and is drawing your bones." ”

I felt a sigh in my heart, but I heard Jing Hai ask, "How long has that guy been with you?" ”

I knew that there must be a reason for Jinghai to ask this, so I hurriedly replied that he had been following me for more than half an hour.

As I said this, the echo voice rang in my ears again.

Jing Hai sighed: "It's been so long?" ”

Then he raised the key, "Are you stupid?" I've been with you for so long, you can't tell if it's a human or a ghost? How did you behave as a? ”

My face was so hot that I wanted to hit the tree with my head.

Gritting his teeth, he said to Jing Hai: "My ghost eyes are no longer working, and I can't see ghosts now." ”

As soon as the words came out, I had a weird and unbelievable feeling.

Without ghost eyes, you can't easily see ghosts.

I couldn't see Bobo, but I saw the 'Silly Beard' and the night ghost guarding the cemetery.

It was Zhao Qi who asked me to go to the cemetery to copy the tombstones, was all this happening to me a deliberate frame-up by him, or was my own luck so low that I could see the 'dirty' without the need for a ghost's eyes?

Jinghai is usually a greedy and nonsense rogue monk, but when something happens, he will be like a different person, and he will never talk around the corner.

He didn't ask me why I lost my ghostly eyes, but told me not to worry about it first, he had only come into contact with a painter many years ago, and he didn't know much about it.

I have been haunted by the painter for so long, and the person is still alive and well, and it is not necessary that the ghost painter approached me for another purpose.

He pondered for a moment, then went straight to the point and said, "I can't think of a way to help you right now, but there is a way to save your life for the time being." ”

"What's the method?" No one is not afraid of death, and I am certainly no exception.

"Don't sleep." Jing Hai's answer was unexpected, "The painter possesses the body, which means that he has already drawn your form." To be attached to you is to draw your bones, that is, your inner character. For ghost painters, there is no way to hide people's personalities. But there are some subconscious things that even you yourself can't say clearly, and the ghost painter can't get started. But once you fall asleep, he will enter your consciousness, and if he wants to hook your soul at that time, even Da Luo Jinxian will be powerless. ”

"What the fuck, what the hell is a ghost painter?" I almost broke down.

"I'm afraid now isn't the time to talk about that." Jing Hai's words changed sharply, "You just said that you were looking for Yin Tiankui to save the ghost's life, right?" If the ghost you're trying to save is important to you, it's time to hurry. If the ghost body is seriously damaged, it is likely that when the rooster cries for the fifth watch, it is likely to be useless and disappear. ”

One sentence reminded me, I was heartbroken, and I didn't care about any bullshit painters, I got into the car directly, tried it, and the car was still going.

On the other end of the phone, Jing Hai suddenly laughed inexplicably.

"What are you laughing at?" I feel furious when I hear it, why do I feel that the old girl is laughing so unkindly?

Jing Hai laughed dryly twice, "Hehe, I'm laughing because you reminded me of the time when I met a ghost painter. Boy, you've got a hard time. I thought that at the beginning, the Buddha and I were entangled by this evil thing, but I didn't close my eyes for seven days and seven nights. ”