Wu Tinghan's words were like a bolt of lightning in the darkness, followed by a thunderous explosion that stunned me to the point where my eyes gradually lost focus.
I naturally remember what the hanging painting against the scene is. Just one painting can trap Wu Tinghan and I on the highway. How could I forget this memory?
But it is precisely because of this that I am even more shocked.
I asked Wu Tinghan, could it be that this water tank and the nine grave pits on the mountainside were all painted by painters?
After I finished speaking, I shook my head and said, no, it shouldn't be such a small area. Otherwise, if the water tank is moved from the kitchen, wouldn't it break away from the original scene? So, our house and the platform halfway up the mountain are both painted?
If this is the case, then a question that has been pressing in my heart for a long time will be solved - that is, why did my grandfather still keep his craftsmanship in the yard after he died?
You know, Wu Tinghan was just weighed by Yize, and the unjust sentence she left behind at Chen Guzi's house has been dispelled. My grandfather is dead, so why has the craftsmanship he left behind during his lifetime not disappeared?
So much so that when the Eight Immortals carrying the coffin carried his coffin, he could make the other party's nine corpses worship the statue; so much so that when Chen Guzi's coffin was buried in my yard, he could use Yize to measure the corpse. All of this turned out to be because before my grandfather died, he turned my home and the mountainside into a painting!
Leaving the craftsmanship in the painting is like drawing the talisman and seal on yellow paper. It can naturally be retained. In this way, not only can he realize his plan of concealing the truth, but also ensure that no one else can enter my home, which can ensure the safety.
I have to say, my grandfather’s methods are really ingenious.
Wu Tinghan said, if they were all painted, do you think your grandfather's attempt to conceal the truth would still be successful?
As soon as these words came out, I was stunned because I knew that no matter how realistic the painting was, it was still fake. Even the eighteen 'deaths' on the mountain and the two 'deaths' in my home cannot be counted.
Because they are all in paintings and disconnected from the outside world, naturally they cannot be regarded as real 'death'.
But Wu Tinghan shook his head and said, you can think of it, your grandfather can't think of it. But he still did it. Don’t you think this is contradictory?
When Wu Tinghan said this, it seemed like it was really the case. But if my house and the mountainside were not paintings, then how did my grandfather ensure that the paintings would not change color when soaked in water?
Wu Tinghan said, that’s why I said that your grandfather was deceived from the beginning.
I'm a little confused. With my grandfather's IQ, how could he be deceived by such a superficial scam?
Wu Tinghan said nonstop, what if the painting hanging in the opposite view was not just your house and the mountainside behind it?
I was a little confused, and a bad thought arose in my heart.
I asked Wu Tinghan, what do you mean?
Wu Tinghan did not speak, but threw away the piece of fabric torn from my body, turned and walked to the edge of the steps, and continued to sit on the threshold where she had been sitting before.
Upon seeing this, I threw away the spiritual tablet in my hand, returned to my chair and sat down, waiting for Wu Tinghan's next words.
Wu Tinghan was silent for a while, then looked at Mr. Wang and said, after thinking about it for so long, you should have figured it out, right?
Mr. Wang has been sitting on the steps smoking since he sat down before, showing no interest in the conversation between Wu Tinghan and me. It's just that I glanced at him several times, and I could see his frown.
Mr. Wang took a puff of dry cigarette and without looking back, he just asked Wu Tinghan an incomprehensible question. He said, are you sure you want to tell him?
From what he meant, he probably wanted to understand what was going on, and it sounded like it would have a big impact on me, so he was a little worried about whether he should tell me or not.
Wu Tinghan said, since you have figured it out, you should understand that some choices must be made by himself. I am not that person, and I don't have his ability. I can't make another plan.
After Wu Tinghan finished speaking, I saw Mr. Wang's hand holding the cigarette to his mouth froze in the air. After a while, he put the cigarette into his mouth. After taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and his mouth was filled with smoke. , said one word like a compromise: Yes.
He agreed.
So Wu Tinghan told me, go and look at the portrait of Chen Guzi on the table.
I didn't know what it meant, so I had to execute it.
But when I walked to the table, I was stunned again by the scene on the table—Chen Guzi’s portrait frame was still there, but the portrait inside became blank!
The portrait disappeared again!
I took the empty photo frame, ran to Wu Tinghan, and asked her, why is this happening? It was clearly still inside just now, and we have been in the house all the time, and no one has touched the photo frame at all!
Wu Tinghan said, now you know why your village is so big but you don’t even have a single photo or portrait, right?
I felt a chill inexplicably, and then asked, what does it mean?
She said, since your home is a painting, do the characters in the painting also look like a painting from the outside?
I nodded, feeling my breathing gradually become heavier.
She continued, "Now that there is an additional figure in the painting, even if it is just a photo of a deceased person, does it mean that in the world in the painting, it is a living human head?"
I knew it, I knew it must be like this!
The key is that I can't find any reason to refute it!
Wu Tinghan continued, but your grandfather would never allow such a thing to happen in your home. After all, it really scared you to death. Of course, this is impossible, or it scared you. If it destroys If you lose this painting in your house, everything will be in vain.
Therefore, once such paintings appear in your home, they will be removed. This is why the portrait of Chen Guzi will be completely removed once it does not appear as a corpse.
I understood what Wu Tinghan meant. When the yellow earthen paper money on Chen Guzi's portrait was uncovered, the photo was no longer Chen Guzi's body, but his photo.
But what shocks me is that if this is really the case, then there are no photos or portraits of people in our village. Wouldn’t it be...?
Before I could think about it further, I heard Wu Tinghan's voice. That's why, even though I had used the wrong sentence, the ghost still blew out the lantern when I lit the sky lantern.
We all thought it was a portrait possessed by a ghost, and you even thought it was your grandfather's portrait placed under Chen Guzi's portrait, but in fact it was not the case. It was the portrait itself that turned into a human head.
Theoretically, that head should belong to a Yin person, but in the world in this painting, it is a living head. This is the real reason why I was unjustly sentenced to prison and suffered backlash.
Having said this, Wu Tinghan paused and then said, "However, the portrait disappeared in the end. What does this mean? I don't need to say it, right?"
I could already feel my ears ringing, but I still resisted the shock and told Wu Tinghan that Chen Guzi's house was also a painting.
When Wu Tinghan heard this, he shook his head and said, you have obviously figured it out, why don't you dare to say it? There is not a single figure painting in your village. This clearly shows that your village, from the beginning to the end of the village, is a painting facing the scenery!
Wu Tinghan's words were like a needle pricking into my ears, causing my eardrums to ache, and finally the whole brain started to swell and hurt.
I couldn't accept this fact at all, so I shook my head and said, impossible! This is completely impossible!
No matter how great my grandfather was, he couldn't turn the entire village into a painting. Besides, if it really turns into a painting, it's impossible for no one to notice it. After all, it's impossible to solve it with a painting during the night and day!
We were on the highway, and that's why we discovered the clue. Among the folks living in our village, there are always people who can detect abnormal situations.
Taking a step back, why did my grandfather turn the entire village into a painting? This doesn't seem to be of any benefit to his concealment.
Wu Tinghan said, who said that your grandfather hung this painting in your village?
I was stunned and asked, didn’t he hang it up before he died?
Wu Tinghan said, if that was the case, how could he be deceived? Doesn't he himself know that hiding something from the truth in a painting is like trying to draw water from a bamboo basket?
Indeed, if that were the case, then all the times I had 'died' before were in vain, and the only real death was the one on the way back to the village. What kind of concealment is this?
If it wasn't my grandfather who hung it up, who else could it be?
Wu Tinghan told me about the old carpenter who you have been thinking about and hiding in your village.
I was confused again. Let me tell you, didn’t you say that except for my grandfather, there are no other craftsmen in our village?
She said that it doesn't exist now, but that doesn't mean it didn't exist before.
I asked, before? My grandfather wasn't dead at that time. Could it be that my grandfather didn't notice it?
She said, what if it was before your grandfather came to this village?
This time, I was completely stunned.
Because according to what Mr. Wang said, my grandfather hid in this village fifty-five years ago. If it was before that, wouldn't this painting have been hanging here for at least fifty-five years? !
I can no longer use words to describe the horror in my heart at this time. I never imagined that a painting could hang in a village for more than fifty years without being discovered!
Others can forget it, but my grandfather is such a sophisticated person and has been to the town so many times. Didn't he find out?
Wu Tinghan said, if it was that person's method, I think even your grandfather might not be able to discover it.
I asked hurriedly, who is it?
Wu Tinghan said, Luo court!
Sure enough it was him.
If it had been hung up fifty-five years ago, the Luo court would have been at its peak at that time and would have been able to paint an entire village. At that time, it was easy for him to deceive my grandfather.
However, what I didn't want to understand was why Luo Chaoting deceived my grandfather into entering the painting? Another point is, after all these years, hasn’t my grandfather discovered that the entire village is a painting?
Wu Tinghan had only been here for two days, but he already discovered that there were no photos or portraits of people in the village. Couldn't my grandfather see such an 'obvious' bug?
Now that my grandfather has figured it out, why do he still stay in this painting, and why do he still insist on hiding it? He should know that all this is just trying to draw water from a bamboo basket!
Wu Tinghan thought for a while and said that he might have seen it, but he didn't dare to leave.
I asked, why don't you dare to leave?
Wu Tinghan did not reply to me, but looked in the direction of the courtyard gate and shouted into the air: Then you need to ask the painting protector who has been guarding your village, don't you think so, lady boss of the powder shop?
