Chapter 674 Painting

Tsurumi Aoi held the hilt of the Ichimonji in her hand and shifted her attention to the treasure house standing in the dim shadows.

She had already made a judgment on the next action in her heart, but she still asked: "Senior sister, what are you going to do?"

"Xiao Kui, let's contact Uncle Tsurumi first. It's really strange that this thing will appear next to your temple."

Xiao Lu certainly knew that there was something strange about this treasure house.

She could smell a bad smell coming from there, and the little old man's body also gave a warning in time.

But she was a little confused.

If the treasure house is related to an unknown ghost story, then why did it appear here?

This is the vicinity of Yoshikoji Temple, and from the mysterious side, this is the territory of Master Mary.

Normally, no wild ghost story would dare to come here to cause bad luck.

For the time being, it is still unclear where this treasure house came from.

Shikanoya looked back at the bustling streets of the Summer Night Festival a little further behind him. The bright and lively lights looked like a flowing light band with a strong sense of fireworks.

Xiaolu has always been kind.

Since he knew that the Treasure House had some strangeness, if he acted rashly and activated some unknown power inside, ordinary people participating in the Summer Night Festival in the surrounding area would be implicated.

Therefore, the most important thing to do now is to contact Tsurumi Aoi's father in Yoshikoji Temple.

Mr. Tsurumi Chishin can evacuate the crowd.

In addition, it would be best to quickly contact the Countermeasures Office through Yoshikoji Temple to see if they can send people to help.

Xiaolu himself can evacuate a distance with his junior sister, leaving the little old man's body to continue to keep an eye on the Treasure House.

Master said that if conditions permit, seeking help is always the right choice.

Master also said that exorcism activities, especially exorcism activities with unclear situations, will never be "making a fuss".

Shikanoya really listens to Kamiya Kawa. She does whatever her master asks her to do, and she always remembers her master's teachings.

"I understand."

After hearing her senior sister's safe plan, Tsurumi Aoi nodded.

She and Shikanoya had the same idea.

After all, they were both disciples brought up by the same master.

Kamiya Kawa always taught his two disciples like this -

Before the inevitable head-on conflict with the ghost story, if there is time to prepare, then it would not be wrong to be cautious.

Kamiya certainly hopes that both disciples can grow up and be able to stand on their own in the future.

Shikanoya and Tsurumi each have their own talents. They will be fully grown one day and cannot always rely on their master.

For themselves, they don't want to be a burden to their master.

But for now, the disciples have too little experience in actual exorcism.

Even Xiaolu, Xiaolu's paper strength is actually comparable to some of the elite exorcists in the countermeasures room. After all, among her shikigami, the strongest one, Songlang, is now in the lower middle of C.

But her experience is still not enough.

Not to mention Tsurumi.

Therefore, when Kamiyagawa teaches his two apprentices how to deal with emergencies, he always emphasizes that they should protect themselves first.

After all, only by surviving can we talk about growth.

And surviving will always lead to growth.

Shikanoya temporarily called back the three shikigami, leaving only the little old man's body in place, staring at the small wooden house standing like a tombstone on the dim path over there.

Then she and Tsurumi Aoi began to retreat.

Tsurumi took out her mobile phone and prepared to retreat a distance and call her father.

But as soon as she took out the mobile phone, she noticed something was wrong.

Her mobile phone had no signal.

Although Yoshikoji is located in a remote and unknown place, it is definitely not a wilderness where signals cannot be received. On the contrary, the communication around the temple is actually quite smooth.

Things are a bit abnormal.

Just as Tsurumi was about to say something, Kanoya grabbed her wrist again.

The little sister pointed to the back, where the stalls of the summer night festival were located.

I saw that the lively light strip became a little hazy for some reason. It was not far away, but it was like a layer of frosted glass, so that I couldn't see the situation over there clearly.

The long street that was originally clear and made up of bright lights, all the lights that were connected together, all turned into blurred dots.

It was like a hole burned by sparks on the canvas.

And the lively sounds on the street, at this time, it seemed that it was not known how far away, and it became difficult to hear.

On the contrary, the trees in front of them, and the dim path where the treasure house was located, the darkness entrenched on them twisted around, like a painting scroll with ink splashing quickly unfolded. Then the darkness became like brushstrokes, sloppily outlined into abstract shapes, and only the treasure house was still clear.

Faced with such a strange scene, Tsurumi was a little at a loss for a moment. She couldn't understand what was happening at all.

So, she turned her head and looked at her senior sister who was much shorter than her.

And Kanoya's expression didn't change much. She just pulled out the [Shotoku Imperial Incense Burner] from her bag very quickly and held it in her hand.

The copper chain was tumbling, and the surface of the small and heavy incense burner reflected the dim light. It fell and struck the ground, making a subtle and dull impact.

…

"Aba Aba...Aba whined..."

"...Okay, little grandpa. Okay, I understand."

Kanoya had a brief conversation with the little old man's clone for a while.

The content of the conversation was of course that the scout contacted Kamiya River who was still in Kyoto. Now Kamiya knew that the two apprentices had encountered an unexpected situation in Ibaraki Prefecture.

Just now, Kanoya and Tsurumi tried to explore the surroundings that had become extremely weird.

Not towards the Wanbao House, but towards the celebration street, towards those places that have turned into blurry points of light.

Those bright lights, as time goes by, give people a feeling of "getting closer", but they are completely out of reach.

Moreover, no matter which way you go, the treasure house with clear outline is always standing not far or near.

Xiaolu knew that he and Xiaokui should be trapped now.

But such a strange environment did not make her feel undue fear.

Where is this?

No matter what, Xiaolu had only walked through the Songze Village of Shuizizi once, and he had really seen the big scene.

And the weird place he was in now was far from what Matsuzawa was in the past.

When he first fell into Matsuzawa, Xiaolu was lonely and couldn't even contact his master.

But now, although the communication on the mobile phone has failed, you can directly contact Kamiya through the little old man, and there are reliable shikigami and Tsurumi Aoi around you.

Moreover, in terms of strength alone, the current Kanoya is no longer the same as it used to be.

Master said that if you fall into unavoidable trouble, you must not mess up your position. Keeping a clear head is one of the most important prerequisites for getting out of trouble and winning!

Xiaolu briefly cheered himself up, and Tsurumi beside him was also using Ah-Hong's Breath to try to calm his fluctuating mood.

Then, the two girls noticed at the same time that the light came on in the treasure house not far away.

The light was dim and peaceful, with an indescribable attraction amidst the abstract and distorted darkness around it.

Squeak——

The wooden door of the Treasure House was pushed open from the inside, making a hard sound.

A man who looked like he might be in his fifties walked out.

The man's eyes had a brilliance rarely seen at his age. He has a goatee and long hair, and his gray hair is tied up. Judging from his appearance alone, he has a certain artistic temperament.

Lu Yewu smelled a strange smell from the other party's body, like the smell of pale oil paint.

It felt hollow and dangerous to her.

The one who comes is not good.

"The granddaughter of the Tsurumi family, and a... girl who came in unexpectedly, welcome."

The man with the goatee said this with a smile.

"Who are you?"

Tsurumi Aoi clenched the Ichimonji in her hand a little tighter.

She didn't know him, but the man seemed to know her.

Moreover, Tsurumi also noticed that the man who came out of the treasure house looked at her in a strange way, which made her feel uncomfortable and even chilly.

But the way the other party looked at the senior sister looked normal.

"Me? You can call me the painter." The man briefly introduced himself, and then waved to the two girls standing side by side, "Why don't you come in and take a look? Treasure House. I guarantee you won't suffer any loss after seeing it. And there’s no admission fee for beautiful kids like you.”

Xiaolu shook his head, and the chain of the incense burner in his hand turned with a warning sound: "I think I don't want it anymore."

The painter didn't say anything, he just smiled and waved his hand.

Then, in the sight of the young disciples, the outline of the simple treasure house suddenly expanded a lot, and the architectural structure of the house expanded and extended.

Before they could recover, Kanoya, Tsurumi, and the man who claimed to be a painter were all in the wooden room.

This may be the interior of the treasure house.

The space inside is much larger than the external structure of the Treasure House at the beginning, and the light is dim.

There are many framed paintings hanging on the surrounding walls.

Among them, the one that occupies the center position and is also the largest is covered by a silky white cloth, so that what is painted cannot be seen.

But others -

Birds shot by the pool.

It could be a zebra that was killed and disemboweled by some large animal.

A stray dog ​​was run over and killed by a car on the side of a country road.

A man collapsed in the bathtub, covered in blood.

Without exception, the subjects of all the paintings are corpses, animal and even human.

The colors are strong, and the corpses highlighted are pale and dripping with blood. Under the dim light in the room, the thick color blocks on the paintings gave off a ferocious aura of death.

"See, kids, I'm a painter."

The painter said this while standing in front of the wall covered with strange paintings, as if he was showing those paintings, but also as if he was showing himself and reasserting his identity.

However, his somewhat emotional words did not receive any response.

Tsurumi Aoi pressed the hilt of the Ichimonji sword in her hand to ensure that she could draw Iai at any time.

Kanoya glanced at the little old man who did not avoid it and was still standing at her feet.

The hat on the latter's head shook slightly, signaling the young ladies not to act rashly.

The identity of the painter is still unclear.

The other party seemed to be human, but also full of dangerous aura. It was not yet clear what he was going to do.

As for time...

The master already knows the situation of the eldest ladies.

The longer time is delayed, the better it will be for the young ladies.

The little deer understood what the little old man meant and quickly turned his attention back to the painter.

She had to ensure that this weird man always kept a certain distance from herself and Xiaokui.

It's okay to delay for a while.

But if that strange painter dares to get closer to himself or Xiaokui, then Kanoya will definitely release all the shikigami immediately, and will swing the incense burner directly at the opponent's head, or take out the Glock to empty the magazine.

"Sorry, kids. The room is very dark. Appreciating paintings in this environment may not be good for your eyes. But I have always kept the light here like this, haha... I don't want it to happen. The sun shines in. There is a lot to be said for appreciating the light of a painting. Even if it is the same painting, it will give people different feelings due to different times and angles. "

"Sunshine, sunshine, ah, maybe there will never be such an element in my paintings."

"You know? I used to be quite famous in the painting circle. People called me 'the painter who is best at painting dead bodies'. Isn't it strange? There are many people who are willing to spend money to buy this kind of painting. But they probably don't They will hang my paintings in the room. Paintings of corpses don’t look like decorations at all. They will probably hide my paintings until the night is quiet, and then take them out quietly to look at them. Haha, they will buy them. Those people in the paintings are probably all sick in this way..."

The painter seemed not to notice the hostility between Kanoya and Tsurumi, and said to himself.

Finally, Xiaolu, who had been observing the distance between the two sides, responded: "Why did you draw such a picture?"

Xiao Lu is also a little painter himself, although he mainly draws books.

But the drawings in her notebooks are really good.

Although the book is not something that can be placed directly in public, it is at least completely different from these gloomy paintings and full of vitality.

"You ask why..."

Kanoya's question seemed to make the painter very happy. He gently rubbed his fingers over the white cloth on the huge painting in the center of the wall. The soft cloth changed shape with the movements of his fingers, but the painter did not lift the white cloth.

"Where should I start?" The painter didn't know why, but glanced at Tsurumi Aoi, and then seemed to fall into memories, "That's about my lover. I have only loved her in my life. A person, her appearance completely changed the trajectory of my life——"

"It's an unusual love story. My love, well, she was dead when I first met her."