Chapter 919

"Little brother, it's dark. How can you see the painting clearly when you are still there? Come and have a cup of tea Pray for the wind standing in the hall called.

When Tang Ning saw this, he went back to the hall with qimufeng, listening to him chatting with the middle-aged man, while he was drinking tea with a teacup in his hand.

The old man prepared dinner, and the two men had dinner with the middle-aged man. Seeing that they still wanted to drink, Downing rubbed his eyes and said, "I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

"Hehe, I'll ask Lao Zhang to take you to sleep first. I'll have a good chat with your elder brother, and then we'll have a chat." As he spoke, the middle-aged man's eyes looked at qimufeng.

Qimu Feng, who wanted to refuse, said with a smile: "OK, then I'll talk with you for a while."

Seeing this, Tang Ning answered and followed the old man to the back room. He looked back. In the front yard, the two were still drinking and chatting. The middle-aged man's face had a refined smile. He seemed to be a worldly person who was indifferent to the world. He was kind and easy to treat people, which made people feel good.

However, whether it is not really as he looks, then I don't know.

Anyway, although qimufeng was blackened in the printing hall, he did not see any death. It is obvious that he can't die even if there is anything. Let him make trouble!

When he followed the old man to the back yard and saw that he was holding a lamp to illuminate the road ahead, Tang Ning asked, "old man, is Mr. painting the disciple of the school who painted this morning?"

The old man heard this, but there was no response, just holding a light in front of the road.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Downing went on: "I saw those paintings before, and the patterns on some of the Scrolls have not dried. It seems that they have just been painted."

"The people of Xianmen are really beautiful in white. Mr. Hua's painting is very good, just like the real one." As she spoke, she looked around casually and laughed, "the moon is really bright tonight."

The old man still did not respond, just took Downing to a room, lit the light, and then backed out.

Donning saw this and went to bed, but he didn't sleep. Instead, he was thinking about things. There was something strange about the house. Just on the way to the guest room, she noticed that some birds had landed in several places, as if listening to her.

It's as if a pair of eyes are staring at her, paying attention to her every move. It can be said that they are paying attention to every move of the old man. If this is the case, qimufeng will not be able to return tonight.

Listening to the outside seems to have no movement, she thought about it, pulled up the quilt to cover it, and called out with divine consciousness: "Xiaohei."

A crow with a small light flash, appeared in the quilt, rubbed against her face, staring at her.

"Xiaohei, there is something strange about this house. You are like this..."

She told him to keep quiet so as not to be noticed. After she got up quietly, she sent it out of the back window and asked it to stare at what was strange about the house.

In the front yard, qimufeng thought about the bet with Tang Ning, and then thought that the house made him feel something was wrong. Even if the people in front of him were very easygoing and kind, he still made him alert. After drinking a few drinks, he stood up and apologized: "Mr. painting, I'm a little too drunk. I have to go back to rest."