"The ghost on the Hundred Ghosts List?" Han Sifan frowned. Brother Xiang lowered his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said, "I understand. Didn't Xiaohui say that when he saw this ghost, his body was weak and worse than the lonely soul. It was related to the three evil positions. Could it be that he was an immortal in the painting?"

"What is the immortal in the painting?" I asked.

Han Sifan explained: "The seventy-third place on the list of immortals and ghosts in the painting is a kind of evil ghost in the painting. If the owner of the painting has great attachment to this painting before his death, and when he dies, the painting is hung in the three evil positions at home, the deceased will also die in the three evil positions at home. This will form this kind of ghost called the immortals in the painting."

"Is this ghost powerful?" I turned my head and asked.

"Awesome." Han Sifan said without hesitation: "But this ghost is only on the first day of the day in a month, and it will be extremely fierce on the fifteenth night. It is worse than the lonely soul at other times, and it cannot leave the painting in a radius of fifty meters. If time comes, a fart can jump over her, but now it is obviously not the time." Han Sifan frowned.

"Then we..." I was about to explain when I came back tomorrow, when I looked back, the door behind me disappeared and turned into a wall.

"The magic of ghosts like immortals in the painting is not comparable to that of the kitten before." Han Sifan's face became particularly ugly when he saw the wall behind him. Brother Xiang was not much better. It can even be said that I have never seen them look so serious. Even though I ran away in the military district last time, I didn't see Brother Xiang's face like this.

"What should I do now?" I looked at this house full of yin energy. No strange thing happened at this time. Han Sifan frowned and said, "I can only compete with the immortal in the painting. Although it is powerful, it is only proficient in illusionism and may not be able to beat us."

"Illusion? Then what's going on with the wall behind us?" I turned around and touched the wall, and could even feel the touch.

Han Sifan shook his head and said, "This is also an illusion, but this illusion is very advanced. It basically changes your vision, touch, smell and sense of smell. When you touch it, it is actually a smooth door, but it feels a rough wall. If you can get out of your mind, you can go out, but you can't walk out. Because you have this wall in your heart, it really exists. When you don't have this wall in your heart, it will be unobstructed."

"What a profound feeling." I sighed, because I did feel the existence of this wall.

"It's not that there is no chance of winning. Although it's a ghost on the Hundred Ghosts, it's only seventy-three. If it's not possible, Huizi has a Dhara. At worst, I can let it go and fight with it." Although Brother Xiang was very confident in his words, his business still couldn't help but tremble: "Sister Fan, Xiaohui, you two go to the Sansha position to see if the painting is still there, see if it can be destroyed. If it can't be destroyed, find a corner and recite the Buddhist scriptures. I hope I can survive tonight, as long as it dawns."

I said, "Why do you need to recite Buddhist scriptures?"

Brother Xiang said: "Because the immortal in the painting uses illusions to attack, it will transform into the most terrifying or most hopeful illusion in people's minds, and make people sink into it. As long as your spirit completely falls into the illusion of the immortal in the painting, you will find that you are dead, and your soul is in the illusion of the immortal in the painting."

I was shocked. Wouldn't I die unknowingly? I looked at Brother Xiang and said contemptuously: "What about you? Damn, you are too greedy to die if you stay here." That's not the case. What I meant just now was that Han Sifan and I were going to take the risk, and he stayed here alone.

But Han Sifan knocked me in the head and said, "Don't talk nonsense, Xiangzi's job is the most dangerous."

It turned out that the immortal in the painting closed the door behind us, and the door closed was almost directly concrete, so most of its energy was placed on this door, and this place was the most dangerous. If Brother Xiang left with us, then this door would have no value. The immortal in the painting would remove the door and use all his energy to deal with us.

After Han Sifan finished explaining, I was still a little moved and suddenly realized that Brother Xiang was still quite cute.

"Don't worry, we don't die so easily. I've calculated that we are lucky and will never die." Brother Xiang smiled and sat on the ground, closed his eyes. Han Sifan and I looked at each other and looked for the three evil positions in the room.

The three evil positions are actually a special position in the house, and it is not fixed. It will change and must be calculated based on the heavenly stems and earthly branches and year. Brother Xiang felt that the three evil positions in the house were abnormally moved, and then he thought of the ghost like the immortal in the painting.

There is another simple method, for example, this year is the Year of the Rat, and the Three Evils are in the south, the Year of the Ox is the east, the Year of the Tiger is the north, the Year of the Rabbit is the west, and so on, the latter eight are calculated in this way. Although many houses have some differences according to the structure, it is generally like this.

The three evil positions cannot be placed with spiritual cards, and cannot be worshipped with statues of gods and Buddhas. For example, if you worship the God of Wealth in the three evil positions, you will lose money this year. This is a very evil place.

I followed Han Sifan and the two of them walked carefully towards the Sansha position in the room. We did not look for it on the first floor because when I saw the ghost, it was on the second floor, so I suggested going to the second floor to look for it directly.

We walked up to the second floor. There were a lot of furniture on the second floor, and there were spider webs and other things everywhere. We and Han Sifan looked around and basically didn't take much effort. We saw a painting on the east side at a glance.

What is intriguing is that this painting should be a painting from the 1940s and 1950s, with a pale woman wearing a bright red wedding dress.

The woman in the painting seemed to be getting married, and there was a strange smile on her lips.

As soon as I saw it, I wanted to strode forward and destroy the painting directly. Han Sifan grabbed me and said, "Be careful, it's not that simple."

After saying that, he looked carefully from left to right. Suddenly, Han Sifan looked incredible on his face, and his eyes were staring straight at the table not far away. I asked strangely: "Sister Fan, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother, why are you here?" Han Sifan started to recite, and his eyes suddenly turned red. I looked and frowned and understood that Han Sifan was hit by the illusion. He stretched out his hand to hold Han Sifan. As soon as he held her hand, my stomach hurt. Han Sifan kicked my stomach. Then Han Sifan ran to the table with a happy face and sat down. He lowered his head and was still talking in a low voice, just like a lunatic. Looking at Han Sifan's appearance, I immediately understood that maybe her wish was to see her brother again.

So what is my wish?
Chapter completed!