The cry was sad and desperate, obviously because something happened to a close relative.

When the old lady slowly stopped crying, Jiang Yue asked her why.

"Young man, this painting has appeared in many places in Wumei Village these days. Wherever this painting appears, people will die."

"Old lady, I only have a grandson like this in Qiu Sheng, and he was killed by this painting. That day he was walking on the road, and suddenly someone thrust a painting into his hand. He didn't care, so he took the painting home.

.At night, circles of red lines appeared on his wrists, ankles and neck..."

When the old lady said this, she was so choked up that she could no longer continue.

"Then...his whole body was covered with circles of red threads. At first there was no movement, but at night, these red threads began to exert force, digging into his flesh. My poor Qiu Sheng was still alive.

Circles of red threads were cut off and turned into pieces... Wuwuwu..."

The old lady was in agony and burst into tears.

How could the old man accept that such a dependent grandson suddenly encountered such a change?

"This damn monster, why doesn't she look for my old lady? My old lady has already lived enough, I'm not afraid of death! But Qiu Sheng is still young, he is only in his twenties, why do you want to target him?

"

The old lady was crying and talking at the same time.

Even when facing Jiang Yue, a stranger, the old lady could no longer control her emotions.

These days, she is really too depressed.

The entire Wumei community is surrounded by terror, everyone is in danger, and every family is closed. Even though everyone knows that the old lady's experience is tragic, no one can give her any comfort.

The old lady didn't even have a chance to find someone to cry to.

For this period of time, she has been bearing the pain alone.

At this time, I finally had a chance to vent. Regardless of whether I was facing a stranger, I cried as much as I wanted and told my misfortune.

Losing a loved one is a pain that no words can heal.

Jiang Yue could do nothing but listen silently.

After a long time, the old lady's mood gradually eased and she wiped away her tears.

"Young man, those people won't open the door for you. The painting you hold is a reminder. They want you to take the painting away immediately. How can they open the door for you? What if the monster in the painting targets them?

?”

The old lady's explanation finally made Jiang Yue understand why the person before was obviously very scared, but he didn't even dare to tell the reason why he was scared?

It turned out that what he was afraid of was not himself, but the painting.

Could it be that the ghost in the painting is so scary that it’s hard to even mention it?

The old lady grabbed Jiang Yue's wrist again and observed it carefully for a while.

The dry palms were gently caressed, showing the kindness and care of the elders.

"Hunter, you are younger than Qiusheng, so you must not let anything happen to you. My old lady is eighty-two years old, and she is not afraid of ghosts, let alone death. Just hide in my house. If that female ghost dares to come, I will fight with her!

"

At the age of eighty-two, it is obvious that he is unable to do his best.

But the old lady's intentions were obviously genuine.

After losing her grandson, she obviously put Jiang Yue into the role of her grandson, and developed a strong desire to protect him.

Jiang Yue took the opportunity to ask: "Old lady, do you know who painted that painting?"

The old lady shook her head: "Everyone in Wumei Village is a painter. There are such paintings everywhere. I don't know who painted them."

"Then have you ever heard of the Beauty Snake Gallery?"

"What kind of snake?" the old lady asked blankly.

"Beauty Snake."

The old lady was startled: "Beauty snake? Is that a monster? It comes out in the middle of the night and calls out people's names. If anyone agrees, their souls will be sucked out?"

The old lady is obviously also a lover of folk tales, and this opening speaks of old feudal superstition.

"Old lady, it's not the monster, it's a gallery. The gallery's name is Beauty Snake."

"Oh, gallery. This name is not serious, and it must not be a good thing. I have never heard of it. My Qiu Sheng is also a painter, and he also opened a gallery. Let me show you my Qiu Sheng's paintings."

Qiu Sheng is probably the whole meaning of the old lady's life.

Even though he is no longer here, he still fills the old lady's life.

Three or two sentences are inseparable from "My family's Qiu Sheng", which shows how deep the relationship between grandfather and grandson is.

The old lady laboriously brought out many paintings. Jiang Yue, out of enthusiasm, looked at them carefully for a while.

Qiu Sheng specializes in traditional Chinese painting, especially landscape painting.

At the age of more than 20 years old, he has such attainments, which is indeed quite good.

Jiang Yue praised a few words, then said goodbye and went out.

The old lady was obviously very surprised. He thought Jiang Yue was an outsider who came to Wumei Village and wanted to find a place to stay. Otherwise, why would he knock on the door everywhere?

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yue was about to leave. A pair of rough old hands grabbed Jiang Yue tightly, wiping his tears and said: "My dear, you must not dare to wander around. It's so late at night. This place is full of ghosts. Listen to the old lady.
Chapter completed!