After taking a bath, Miss Gao changed into bright and beautiful clothes and walked out of the room refreshed.
She saw Jiang Chen, who had also changed into clean clothes, standing in front of the wall of the corridor, as if observing something, and quickly walked over: "Jiang Chen, what are you looking at?"
Jiang Chen turned sideways and pointed at a painting on the wall.
From a distance, Miss Gao saw that the characters in the painting looked familiar. When she got closer, she saw that it was the girl in red who had been following Mr. Chai before.
She couldn't help curling her lips: "It turns out to be Xiaoqiu! You just met her once and you still miss her so much?"
Jiang Chen didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in her words, and smiled: "Look, does the painting look similar?"
Miss Gao's lips lowered even further: "If you like it, I'll tell Chai Yushan and ask him to give Xiaoqiu to you and be your personal maid..."
When she said this, her voice suddenly became much quieter, but her eyes opened wider and wider. She stared at the painting on the wall. After a while, she spoke again, "It's so similar! It's like a living person!"
The woman in the painting is dressed in bright red, her eyes are charming and lively, and her face is lifelike, as if she is about to step out of the painting at any time.
Compared with the real Xiaoqiu, the woman in this painting seems to have a bit more indescribable enchantment, making people reluctant to take their eyes away when they see her.
Jiang Chen looked at the signature in the lower left corner and said softly: "Yaochan...have you ever heard of such a painter?"
Miss Gao held her chin with one hand, thinking about it for a long time, and shook her head: "That shouldn't be the case! Such a powerful painter must be famous, why have I never heard of it..."
She turned her head and waved to Xu Huqiu who was not far away: "Do you know this painter named Yaochan?"
Xu Huqiu replied respectfully: "Miss, this Master Yaochan is quite famous in Xiliao City. Mr. Chai once offered a large reward for his whereabouts. However, his whereabouts are elusive and his origins are very mysterious. No one knows his true face. Only Several paintings have been handed down to the world. This portrait of Miss Xiaoqiu is one of them. It was because of this painting that Mr. Chai got to know Miss Xiaoqiu. But Miss Xiaoqiu did not know that the person who painted her at that time was Master Yaochan. When I searched for it afterwards, the building was already empty..."
Miss Gao sneered: "This Xiaoqiu is too confused. She didn't even know who the artist was when she was painted. However, she is very lucky. She can leave such a painting, so her life is not in vain!"
"What the lady said is absolutely true. The characters in Master Yaochan's paintings are all first-class beauties, so there is a saying in Xiliao City: Only those who can be included in Master Yaochan's paintings are truly beautiful! Miss Xiaoqiu It was with this painting that she was ranked second among the "Top Ten Beauties of Western Liao" and everyone was convinced. "
"Really?" Miss Gao rolled her eyes, "Is Xiaoqiu that good-looking?"
Xu Huqiu showed a flattering smile: "Although Xiaoqiu is one of the most beautiful women in the world, she is still a little inferior to you, Miss. With Miss's beauty, if you want to meet Master Yaochan, that's very simple, Miss." All you need to do is walk around the streets more and let Master Yaochan see you, and he will definitely come to you!"
Miss Gao nodded with satisfaction and was about to say something else. At this time, Jiang Chen asked, "How many paintings did you create in total?"
Xu Huqiu said: "There should be no more than five paintings circulating in the world."
"Are they all pictures of beauties?"
"As far as I know."
"That's strange..."
Jiang Chen vaguely remembered that the signature on the blank scroll where the horse-faced old ghost once lived seemed to be "Invite Chan". But the horse-faced old ghost's majestic appearance can't really be called a beauty.
He had a vague intuition that Master Yaochan was not a simple painter, and he probably had something to do with Qingming Palace.
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a scream from Miss Gao next to him. She threw herself on Jiang Chen and hugged him tightly, trembling all the time.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen turned his head in surprise and didn't find anything strange.
But Xu Huqiu coughed slightly and turned his head to the side, as if he didn't see anything.
Miss Gao buried her head deeply and muttered vaguely. Jiang Chen listened for a long time before he could vaguely discern what she was saying: "The portrait is blinking..."
Is the portrait blinking?
These words sent a chill down Jiang Chen's spine, and he stared at the woman in the portrait.
In the painting, Xiaoqiu looks at him like a living person, with a faint smile on her pretty face. The closer you look, the more you can feel an indescribable fear.
If Jiang Chen hadn't met Xiaoqiu in person not long ago, he would have suspected that the woman in the painting was like a horse-faced old ghost, a ghost inhabiting the scroll.
Jiang Chen suddenly stretched out his palm and waved it in front of the scroll.
The woman in the painting does not blink.
Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief, patted Miss Gao on the back and said, "Don't be afraid, you are wrong."
Miss Gao slowly raised her head, her eyes were misty, and there was still a hint of fear on her face: "I clearly saw her blink just now."
Jiang Chen waved his palm in front of the woman in the painting again, turned around and said with a smile: "Look, how can she..."
The second half of the conversation ended abruptly.
Because he saw from the reflection in Miss Gao's eyes that "Xiao Qiu" in the scroll did blink when he waved his eyes - and blinked more than once.
Miss Gao's face was pale, her lips were trembling, and she said in a trembling voice: "She, she, she just..."
"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Jiang Chen gently patted Miss Gao's back, and at the same time released a ray of spiritual thought, which was close to the painting on the wall like a tentacle.
He was ready to be backlashed and possessed.
The horse-faced old ghost used Jiang Chen's spiritual thoughts to trace his origins from the scroll and took over Jiang Chen's body. But now Jiang Chen has mastered the "Exorcist Curse" and is no longer afraid of such ghosts.
Unexpectedly, when the spiritual thought was pasted on the scroll, there was no gloomy feeling as expected. Instead, it penetrated through without any hindrance, just like penetrating a dead object.
'No ghosts? '
That's right, Xiaoqiu is still alive and cannot become the ghost inhabiting the painting.
But what happened to the blink just now?
Jiang Chen stood there, lost in thought.
This unknown situation is more unsettling than ghosts.
At this time, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
"The spy is back." Xu Huqiu reminded in a low voice.
While speaking, Xu Huqiu looked to the other side, his nose to his mouth, his mouth to his heart, and his eyes did not shift even half an inch to the young man and woman next to him.
Miss Gao had calmed down after being comforted by Jiang Chen. When she heard the footsteps, she raised her head from Jiang Chen's arms and said in a choked voice: "You saw it just now, right? She blinked several times!"
"I didn't see clearly, maybe I was dazzled. Don't be afraid, it's okay." Jiang Chen comforted her softly, then turned to ask Xu Huqiu, "Old Xu, have you seen Xiaoqiu blinking in this painting?"
There was a hint of surprise on Xu Huqiu's face as he said, "Can you also see it? There is a legend circulating in Xiliao City - the beauties painted by Master Yuchan can blink, but only pure and kind girls can see it - —I thought it was a lie!”
