In addition to the other party's apologies and rewards, there is another main reason why he helped the other party repair the ancient painting, that is, there is something in the ancient painting that he can practice.

Otherwise he would have left long ago.

"Mr. Song, how do you do this?" Lin Tan asked carefully.

Song Xiaofan took a look and shook his head and said, "If Master Chen didn't do that just now, the repair would be simpler. Now it's too complicated to repair."

Chen Chong's face turned red and he hurriedly bowed his head, "It's my fault, please ask Master Song to make up for it."

"Okay." Song Xiaofan nodded. At this time, Lin Chu stepped forward and said, "Mr. Song, do you need me to buy jute paper and cinnabar?"

Because she saw Song Xiaofan using this thing to repair porcelain in the antique market.

Song Xiaofan shook his head, "No need for this, take some blood from the cockscomb and lend it to your old man."

Lin Tan was stunned. If it were just now, he would have been angry. It would be a question of death to get the old man's blood, but now, he did not dare to delay at all, so he went upstairs to get the old man's finger blood.

"Mr. Song, you have everything you want." Lin Tan said respectfully.

Song Xiaofan, who was holding his hands behind his back, glanced at him, nodded ok, and he said lightly: "You guys go away."

Immediately he walked to the ancient painting, and Song Xiaofan picked up the chicken blood and poured it on the ancient painting. The slightly old ancient painting suddenly turned extremely bright red.

"This..." Lin Tan and the others were stunned. Lin Tan wanted to shout it out, but still didn't dare.

Song Xiaofan used his finger to draw a Yin-Yang fish, which is the Tai Chi diagram, on the ancient painting, and at the same time a spiritual energy was injected into it.

boom!

A magical scene appeared, and the blood of the cockscomb on the picture condensed on the Yin and Yang. At the same time, Song Xiaofan's finger dipped the old man's blood and hit the point of the anode.

Silently recite the mantra in your mouth.

At this moment, Yin and Yang suddenly emitted a golden light, and Song Xiaofan shouted angrily, "Break!"

Immediately, the light rushed into the ancient painting, and with a shrill scream, a black air surged out of the ancient painting.

"What is this!" Lin Tan's face changed drastically, and Master Chen was also stunned. Seeing the black gas rushing out, they were so scared that they dodged back.

"Where to run!" Song Xiaofan shouted sternly, pinched his hands, and tapped it out, locking the black gas directly. Song Xiaofan took out a prepared purple-gold bottle, and after opening it, he said in a deep voice: "Check!"

After the bottle was turned, Song Xiaofan directly put the things into the bottle.

After covering the bottle cap, Song Xiaofan wiped the sweat for a while, picked up the white paper, drew a talisman with the old man's blood, and he stuck it on the ancient painting.

At this time, the ancient paintings actually healed slowly and returned to their original state!

Everyone was shocked!

Completely convinced!

"This... is OK?" Lin Tan said excitedly.

Song Xiaofan took a look and nodded, "Okay, there's no problem with this ancient painting."

Upon hearing this, Lin Tan was extremely excited, "Thank you, thank you Mr. Song, thank you so much. You are really the savior of my Lin family!"

Lin Chu also hurriedly bowed, "Mr. Song, thank you so much."

"Okay." Song Xiaofan waved his hand, and Chen Chong walked forward and said in a trembling voice: "Master Song, what exactly did you do? What was the black gas just now?"

Song Xiaofan did not hide it and said lightly: "This painting is indeed an ancient painting, but the problem lies in the hands of the painter."

Song Xiaofan glanced at the ancient painting and said, "Many ancient painters were unsuccessful during their lifetime, and they were inevitably sad, angry and resentful. Therefore, when painting, they condensed their resentment into the brush and ink. The painting has soul and spiritual energy. This resentment is also related to the soul of the painting. The longer the time, the greater the resentment. Over time, the resentment enters the body of the person who is hiding the painting, and the other party's body will be worse."

He looked at Lin Tan and said, "The old man loves paintings so much, and he must often stay with this ancient painting. If the ancient paintings break, he naturally feels heartbroken, and he is sad and angry for a moment, and he naturally gets sick. In addition, the paintings break, some resentment enters the body, making his body worse."

After Song Xiaofan said this, everyone understood it. Lin Chu couldn't believe it: "Mr. Song, then is the evil spirit in this bottle?"

"That's right." Song Xiaofan nodded.

"Half of the evil spirits entered the old man's body, and half were still in ancient paintings. I just broke the resentment and repaired the ancient paintings. Otherwise, I would just repair them blindly. The resentment hidden in the paintings can finally come out. Now that I repair them, it will naturally go against them."

Upon hearing this, Chen Chong completely understood that he had just committed a big taboo.

"Master Song, you are such a master. Please accept my Chen Chong's bow!" Then Master Chen bent down.

"Okay, Master Chen." Song Xiaofan glanced at him, "I just wanted to tell you, don't underestimate anyone. Perhaps even a young boy around you may be a big devil!"

"What Master Song taught me is." Chen pointed out.

Song Xiaofan looked at Lin Chu, "You go and see the old man. If I guess correctly, his condition should have been much less severe."

At this moment, a servant came over and said excitedly: "Old Lin is awake."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked and hurried to the room. When they saw that the old man who was originally dying had not only woken up, but also sat up by themselves.

"Father!" Lin Tan's eyes turned red, "You have finally woken up and scared your son to death."

Lin Chu also ran over with red eyes, "Grandpa, grandpa, you are finally ready."

Mr. Lin shook his head and smiled, "What's wrong with me at this time? I feel that I have had many dreams these days, and I also dreamed that the King of Hell sent a little ghost to capture me into hell. I'm not dead yet."

"Grandpa, it was Mr. Song who saved you." Lin Chu said with a smile.

Mr. Lin looked at Song Xiaofan with gratitude, and shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Thank you, this little brother, but it's not interesting to live. My paintings are broken, and my future life is no longer interesting."

"Grandpa, your painting has been completed and has been repaired." Lin Chu said with a smile.

Mr. Lin was stunned and shook his head, "Impossible, don't talk nonsense, how is it possible? The painting has been cracked like that, and it is impossible to do it well."

"Grandpa, I didn't fool you, really." Lin Chu said as he immediately brought the painting over. When the old man saw that his favorite painting was as intact as before, he was extremely shocked.

I stood there for two minutes.

"Is this painting really good?" Mr. Lin was incredible.

"Yes, Father, your painting is really good."

Mr. Lin took the ancient painting tremblingly. He smiled and tears fell down. "Furong, I didn't lose you, I didn't lose you, you are back."

Immediately he put down the painting and looked at Song Xiaofan. He said excitedly: "This little brother, thank you. Thank you so much. Please accept my greeting."

As he said that, he got out of bed and wanted to kneel down like Song Xiaofan.
Chapter completed!