Chapter 1757 "Ode to the General"

"Huh? It's really strange? In this kind of place, how can there be pens, inks, papers and inkstones?"

Ye Baiwei, who also has some research on antiques, also came over, picked up the rice paper on the table and said, "This is the best rice paper! However, it will be fine even if it is stored for hundreds of years. But the ink, I just It's very strange, why doesn't it solidify at such a low temperature?"

Looking carefully at the ink again, Ye Baiwei's eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted: "The smell of blood! This ink... these inks are blood red, are they ground with human blood?"

"What? Ink made of blood?"

Hearing Ye Baiwei's voice, Lin Feng also looked over curiously. Everyone else followed, including those female workers in the 1960s and 1970s who just woke up and didn't understand anything.

"Yes! Boss, come and take a look, these inks are really blood inks. But this is not right! If it is blood ink, it should be easier to solidify!"

Ye Baiwei was a little confused, picked up the writing brush again, looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "Sure enough! This writing brush is also made of human hair. This...what is going on with all this?" ?”

"The Four Treasures of the Study?"

Going forward, Lin Feng also thought about these four treasures of the study carefully. If these appeared in ancient houses or tombs, Lin Feng would not be surprised at all.

However, these four treasures of the study now appeared in this strange and extremely cold place, which made Lin Feng a little puzzled.

"Why did that dead ghost general put such four treasures of the study in an extremely cold place? What exactly is he trying to do?"

Murals on the walls!

The Four Treasures of the Study on the Ice Table!

What is the purpose of all this?

"If I were the General Yuan who died, I think... I am not afraid of death! What I am afraid of is that the blood and grievances of this whole body will be buried. What I am afraid of is that I will bear such a stigma for the rest of my life. People complain about themselves..."

Suddenly, Liao Xiaobing, who was silent at the side, stepped forward, pointed to the Four Treasures of the Study, and said, "Lin Feng, look at the Four Treasures of the Study here, I'm afraid it was made by General Yuan with his own blood and hair. , someone can write his grievances..."

"That's right! Xiao Bing is right. If I were to die unjustly like this, I would definitely not be willing to reincarnate. I would definitely become such a ghost." Xiao Xuan also nodded and said with emotion.

"Could it be that this ghost general hopes that we can help him get justice? But it has been hundreds of years now, and the emperor of the Ming Dynasty has committed a ghost himself. How can we redress him?"

Murong Hui clicked his mouth aside and said in embarrassment.

"Ah Hui, I think what this ghost general wants is not that kind of grievance, but someone who can truly understand him and express his grievances." Li Kai explained from the side.

"So it's like this? Isn't that simple? Look at me..."

Say it! Murong Hui directly picked up the brush, then flipped over a piece of rice paper, and started writing with a big brush.

"Ah Hui is so good? Can he write calligraphy? Let's see what he can write..."

Ye Baiwei was on the side, watching with wide-eyed eyes.

"Whether we can go out or not depends on Ah Hui." Xiao Xuan also stared closely.

The other people, although they didn't quite understand how to get out, they all stared at Murong Hui's movements intently.

I saw that Murong Hui looked full of knowledge, holding a writing brush in a dignified manner, and began to write stroke by stroke on the rice paper.

"Okay! You're done, I believe, this is definitely the voice of that ghost general."

Hehe, Muronghui let out a long sigh of relief, then unfolded the rice paper in his hand, and said to everyone, "Don't worry, everyone, as long as the ghost general sees what I wrote, he will definitely be moved, and then Let us all go out.

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"The words you wrote? Hahaha... Ah Hui, can what you write be called words? Besides, what are these things you wrote?"

Seeing the huge picture written by Murong Hui, Li Kai couldn't help but cry. He saw Murong Hui writing "I was really wronged" in big characters on the rice paper in a haphazard manner.

"Come on! Ah Hui, if I were that General Yuan, I would probably be overwhelmed when I saw your ugly handwriting." Seeing this, Ye Bowei said dumbfoundedly.

"Ah Hui, it's a waste of money for you to use such good rice paper to write on!" Xiao Xuan also shook his head helplessly.

But at this moment, the entire extremely cold place suddenly shook violently, and then Murong Hui found that the piece of rice paper in his hand was thrown out of his hand, and then burst into flames, and spontaneously ignited.

"Ouch! What's going on here? In such a cold place, how...how did the rice paper burn by itself?" Murong Hui looked at the rice paper that had been burnt to ashes, and cried out regretfully, "This is my painstaking effort." !"

"Come on! Ah Hui, yours is completely dross, what an effort!"

Li Kai shook his head, but looking at the ashes on the ground again, he turned to Lin Feng and said, "Boss, although what A Hui wrote just now failed, it at least proves to us that if you want to go out, It is estimated that I really need to write on paper what General Yuan wants to see..."

"Hmm! I think, I probably understand..."

Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng, who had been paying attention to the entire extremely cold place with his spiritual sense just now, found that when Murong Hui finished writing these words on the paper, the familiar ghost general's soul breath seemed to appear for a moment, It seemed to be checking what Murong Hui wrote, until he saw that Murong Hui had written such a few words, and the handwriting was so ugly, he was angry and burned this piece of rice paper.

"Lin Feng, now that we have found a way to get out, what are we going to do next? That General Yuan, what exactly does he want to see us write?" Xiao Nishang frowned and turned to ask Lin Feng.

"Look at those murals... Here is the life of General Yuan, since he was so unwilling after death. Then I will do what he wishes, complain for him, and protect his integrity!"

Say it! Lin Feng brewed his feelings for a while, and immediately snatched the brush from Murong Hui's hand, took a deep breath, and wrote on the rice paper.

Everyone hurriedly looked down and saw that Lin Feng had written three big characters "General Fu" as soon as he wrote the pen.

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