"Little brother, it's dark, how can you see clearly when you're still looking at the paintings there? Come over for a cup of tea! Prayer Wind stood at the entrance of the hall and called.

Seeing this, Tang Ning walked back and came to the hall with Qi Mufeng, listening to him chatting with the middle-aged man, while he was drinking tea with a teacup, looking well-behaved and obedient.

The old man prepared dinner, and the two of them ate with the middle-aged man, and when they saw that they were still drinking, Tang Ning rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm sleepy and want to sleep." ”

"Hehehe, then I'll let Lao Zhang take you to sleep first, I'll talk to your eldest brother and talk for a while." As he spoke, the middle-aged man's gaze looked at the prayer wind.

Qi Mufeng, who wanted to refuse, saw him and smiled: "Okay, then I'll talk to Mr. for a while." ”

Seeing this, Tang Ning answered, followed the old man to the backyard guest room, and glanced back, in the front yard, the two were still drinking wine and chatting, and the middle-aged man had an elegant smile on his face, looking like an outsider who didn't care about the world, and he was kind and easy-going, which was easy to make people feel good.

However, I don't know if it's really what he seems.

Anyway, although Qi Mufeng is Yintang is black, he hasn't seen a death calamity, obviously he can't die even if something happens, so let him toss it!

Following the old man to the backyard, seeing that he was holding a lamp in his hand, illuminating the road ahead, Tang Ning asked, "Old man, is Mr. Hua a disciple of the sect that he painted this morning?" ”

When the old man heard this, he didn't react, but just carried the lamp in front to lead the way.

Seeing that he didn't react, Tang Ning continued: "I looked at those paintings before, and there were several pictures on the scrolls that hadn't dried yet, as if they had just been painted. ”

"The people of Xianmen, the white clothes are fluttering and beautiful, and Mr. Painting is really good, just like the real thing." As she spoke, she glanced around as if inadvertently, and smiled: "The moon is so bright tonight." ”

The old man still didn't react, but after taking Tang Ning to a room, he lit the lamp and withdrew.

Seeing this, Tang Ning lay down on the bed, but instead of sleeping, he was thinking about things. There was a strange place in the house, and on the way to the guest room, she faintly noticed that several birds had stopped in several places, as if listening to her.

It's as if there is a pair of eyes staring at her, paying attention to her every move, or it can be said that they are paying attention to the old man's every move.

Hearing that there seemed to be no movement outside, she thought about it, pulled up the quilt to cover it, and called out with her divine sense: "Xiao Hei." ”

A crow appeared under the quilt with a small flash of light, rubbing against her face and staring at her.

"Xiao Hei, this house is full of weirdness, you ...... like this"

She confessed with her divine sense, telling it not to make a sound, lest it be noticed, and after quietly getting up, she sent it out of the back window, and let it stare at it, to see what was so strange about this house.

And in the front yard, Qi Mufeng thought about the bet with Tang Ning, and then thought of this house faintly made him feel that something was not right, even if the person in front of him was very easy-going and kind, it still made him vigilant, after drinking a few glasses of wine, he stood up and said apologetically: "Mr. Painting, I am a little too strong to drink, I have to go back to rest." ”