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The reason why it became what it is now is because there is a resentful spirit living in the inkstone, which makes the inkstone have an evil nature. In order to survive, the resentful spirit confuses people's minds and tempts people to offer their own blood to it.
Hearing this, Yang Songbai and Zhou Yuanxing became unhappy, and said: "You must have read it wrong. This Duanxi blood inkstone has been appraised by several famous experts, and it is definitely a treasure."
Ji Wufeng smiled slightly, and said: "Before you suspected that what I let you see were all illusions, because I drugged you, I want you to be sure whether I drugged you or not before I say the following."
"What do you want to say?" Zhang Chen stared.
"I'm afraid you'll see something you haven't seen before, and say that I've been drugged and what you see is just an illusion." Ji Wufeng shrugged.
Without waiting for everyone to say anything, Yang Qingwu said: "I have been paying attention to you since you entered the door, even if you want to take medicine, there is no chance."
Like Zhang Chen, Yang Qingwu did not believe in Ji Wufeng. It was almost certain that the ghosts that Zhou Yuanxing and Yang Songbai saw before were hallucinations caused by drugs.
So she has been paying attention to Ji Wufeng, hoping to find evidence that he drugged, and then bring him to justice, but in the end it was confirmed that he did not drug.
"That's good."
Ji Wufeng turned his head to look at Yang Songbai, and asked, "Let me ask you, do you often drip your own blood into the inkstone to grind ink?"
Yang Songbo was stunned immediately, and everyone knew what Ji Wufeng said was true from his expression.
Zhang Chen curled his lips and said, "What's the point? Using your own blood to make ink can make the ink spiritual. It is a method handed down by the ancients."
"That's right, the ancients did have this method, but the ancients probably wouldn't do it?"
Ji Wufeng took a step forward and suddenly grabbed Yang Songbai's arm.
Everyone was startled, Zhang Chen immediately said angrily: "What do you want to do?"
Ji Wufeng rolled up Yang Songbai's sleeves, and everyone was dumbfounded, only to see that Yang Songbai's arm was covered with dense scars, all of which were cuts, some of which were so deep that they almost cut to the bone.
Zhou Yuanxing took a breath and said, "Old Yang, what are you doing?"
It is true that the ancients used blood to grind ink, but Yang Songbai went too far, it was almost self-mutilation.
Yang Song looked at Ji Wufeng with horror on his face, even his wife didn't know that he used blood to grind ink, how did Ji Wufeng know?
Ji Wufeng asked Yang Songbai: "Think about it carefully, are you dripping blood more and more frequently, and sometimes you are not even under your control?"
Yang Songbai's face turned pale in an instant, nodded and said: "That's right, I think the more bleeding I have, the better my calligraphy is, and the more I write, the more excited I get. Sometimes I sleep well in the middle of the night, but it's all by accident. Go and write a copy of it with blood."
Whenever he finished writing, he made up his mind to restrain himself when he saw the terrible wounds on his body, but every time before writing, he was as uncontrollable as a demon.
"That's because after the inkstone is fed by your blood, it becomes stronger and stronger, and it needs more and more blood, just like raising pigs, the food intake will naturally increase after they become fatter." Ji Wufeng said.
"Absurd, nonsense, you can even tell such demagogic ghost stories, and you still say you are not a liar?" Zhang Chen said angrily.
"Is it nonsense? I want to ask Mr. Yang, and I can't be more clear. As a master of education, he should understand the principle of playing with things and losing his mind. How could he do such extreme behavior because of his love of calligraphy?" Ji Wufeng looked at Yang Songbai said.
Sure enough, when Ji Wufeng said this, everyone's expressions changed immediately.
Especially Yang Qingwu, his grandfather taught him since he was a child that people can have hobbies, but they must not be too addicted, otherwise they will lose their ambitions.
And Yang Songbai is more than a plaything? It's just a plaything to die!
"Nonsense, you bastard, I want to call the police and arrest you!" Zhang Chen jumped on his feet.
But at this moment, Yang Songbai's face changed, and he seemed to be very excited. He sat at the desk and said, "No matter what, I have to write a word first."
After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up a knife, and was about to bleed and grind ink!
Immediately everyone was dumbfounded, no matter what Ji Wufeng said before was true or not, it was scary enough, but Yang Songbai wanted to bleed blood and study ink at this time, no matter how you looked at it, it was extremely weird.
???Grandpa, what are you doing? Put the knife down! "Yang Qingwu stepped forward and grabbed Yang Songbai's hand.
Yang Songbai's eyes suddenly showed fierceness, and he said: "Let go of me, I must write a copy now, if anyone stops me, don't blame me for being rude!"
Yang Qingwu had never seen Yang Songbai with such a fierce look in his eyes. He was so frightened that he stepped back. Yang Songbai swung the knife and cut his arm, blood sprayed into the inkstone.
Seeing this scene, everyone's hairs stood on end. This Yang Songbai was simply bewitched, lost his mind, and went crazy!
"Daxian, please save the old man quickly, he will die if this continues!" the old lady grabbed Ji Wufeng's arm and cried.
After Yang Songbai cut his arm, he looked crazy and murmured: "Not enough, not enough, far from enough!"
After finishing speaking, he cut himself a few more times, the cuts became deeper and deeper, and finally he raised the knife to cut himself at the throat!
"grandfather¡¡"
Yang Qingwu screamed in fright, and rushed over to grab the knife.
But he saw Yang Songbai's eyes were red, and he stabbed Yang Qingwu with a knife with a ferocious face, and said sharply: "How dare you stop me, I will kill you!"
The moment she saw Yang Songbai's face, Yang Qingwu was stunned. Although it was still her grandfather's face, she was sure that the person in front of her was definitely not her grandfather.
Her grandfather would never want to kill someone, let alone her granddaughter!
"Qingwu be careful!"
Seeing that the knife was about to stab Yang Qingwu's body, everyone screamed in fright.
Jingle!
There was a crisp sound, and when the knife was only one centimeter away from Yang Qingwu's body, it was caught by two fingers.
It was Ji Wufeng who made the move, staring at Yantai and said coldly: "You are too greedy!"
He suddenly slapped the inkstone with his palm, and suddenly a blood-red mist rose from the inkstone, and a terrifying human face appeared in the blood mist.
"Oh my god, ghost!" Zhang Chen was so frightened that he fell to the ground and got under the table.
Yang Qingwu turned pale from being frightened, turned around and jumped on Ji Wufeng's body with a scream, and hugged his neck tightly, trembling all over.
clang!
As soon as Ji Wufeng pressed his fingers hard, the knife in Yang Songbai's hand broke in two and fell to the ground. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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