"Well, the fever finally subsided. It was a false alarm." Lin Fan was scared.

The Blood Girl turned her head into danger and her forehead was no longer hot.

After working for a few hours, Lin Fan felt a little tired and wanted to take a rest and take a nap.

Suddenly, an old voice came from outside the door: "Sir, are you here?"

"Old Master Zhang?" Lin Fan was stunned.

As the old man with the highest seniority in Taoyuan Village and the old village chief, Lin Fan dared not neglect it.

Hurry up and pushed the door out.

Then I saw an old man with white hair, holding a crutch.

"Mr. Zhang, what wind has blown you?"

"I'm so rude. The old man specially brought Cuihua to apologize to you."

"Young Master..." Cuihua appeared weakly.

Seeing Lin Fan, he was still shy and excited.

Is this like apology?

It is clearly seeing the wishful husband.

"Mr. Zhang is so serious, I don't blame Cuihua." Lin Fan sweated on his forehead.

"Even if the sir didn't blame my granddaughter, the old man could not indulge her to make trouble again and again." Mr. Zhang said seriously: "Cuihua, why don't you apologize to the sir!"

"Sir, I'm sorry, it's Xiaohua's mistake." Cuihua smiled and couldn't help but talk to Lin Fan.

"No...it's okay." Lin Fan smiled awkwardly: "But Cuihua, you really have to control your appetite well. If this continues, I'm really worried that you will have health problems."

"Sir, I think I'm fat again. Didn't I say that my heart is beautiful?" Cuihua looked aggrieved.

"Sir, are doing your own good!" Mr. Zhang glared at Cuihua with apology and said, "Okay, go back first and think about your mistakes behind closed doors. Grandpa has important things to talk to Mr. "

"Grandpa, Xiaohua really knows that she is wrong."

"I actually made a mistake and went back to think about my mistakes."

"But I..."

"I still want to make a fuss? I really want to anger your grandpa to death!"

"yes…"

Cuihua turned around step by step, reluctant to leave.

"I made a joke by Mr.."

"Cuihua is kind by nature and has no malice, and I don't take it to heart."

"That's the gentleman who is open-minded and lenient."

"Where are there." Lin Fan was embarrassed by the praise and asked again: "By the way, what else is there to do with Mr. Zhang?"

"If it's convenient for me, can I find a quiet place to talk?"

"Okay, then please sit in my study."

"Sir, you are polite."

"You're welcome, go slowly."

Lin Fan smiled slightly.

As the saying goes, it is definitely not a trivial matter to go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble, and the old village chief comes to the door to discuss in person.

From time to time, please go to the study room.

Mr. Zhang stood on a crutch, showing a pair of deep eyes, and glanced at the entire study room carefully.

Suddenly, Mr. Zhang seemed to have discovered something, and his whole body suddenly changed drastically.

That terrifying expression seemed to be possessed by evil, not to mention how scary it was.

"Old Master Zhang?" Lin Fan called out.

This sound seemed to awaken Mr. Zhang's mental consciousness.

Then, he stared at Lin Fan with a look of surprise and doubt.

Lin Fan was stunned. Mr. Zhang was really possessed by evil spirits, right?

"Old village chief, are you okay?" Lin Fan changed his words and called out.

Hearing the sound, Mr. Zhang woke up in shock and realized that he had been a little rude. He apologized: "Sir, I am sorry for my crime. I saw the paintings in the study, which were as graceful as a terrifying geek, and the wonderful writings were full of flowers and touching my mind, so I couldn't help myself."

Although I was praising myself, why do you feel that Mr. Zhang is a little weird?

Especially those eyes, I kept staring at myself and never looked away.

Lin Fan frowned, but he was undoubtedly worried about the old village chief and smiled slightly: "Haha, does the old village chief have such a high opinion of my paintings? I guess he has come to ask for calligraphy and painting again?"

Come again?

Mr. Zhang was stunned, reacted and smiled casually: "You are still seeing through by sir, sir. The old man just came to ask the sir for a painting."

"It's okay, I just take whatever I like." Lin Fanluo was generous.

Do calligraphy and paintings? Only by gaining appreciation from others can they prove their value.

"No, no, the painting the old man asked for was a bit special, and it was not in the gentleman's study."

"What painting? You always say, I can start writing."

"Sir, I know, old man, I am old and just want to spend the rest of my life safely." Mr. Zhang sighed: "But recently, the old man seems to have had bad luck, and he has been having nightmares and can't sleep well, so he wants to ask Mr. to give me a calligraphy and painting that can calm the evil spirits."

unlucky?

Lin Fan was shocked and knew that he had been in trouble recently, but he didn't expect that it would affect the lives of the villagers.

"Since the village was almost robbed, it has been a bit abnormal recently. Don't worry, I will draw a picture for you now." Lin Fan said seriously: "Of course, I will also arrange it for the villagers in the village as soon as possible."

"The old man is old and has difficulty moving. I wonder if there is a ready-made one?"

"off the shelf?"

"If not, the old man wouldn't make things difficult for sir."

“Yes, there are, just…”

"Sir, it's not very convenient."

"No, no, please wait for a while."

Lin Fan has a ready-made one, but the portrait is a bit weird.

Immediately, Lin Fan took out a scroll from a basket: "Old village chief, this painting was drawn by me recently, but there are some minor problems. Do you think it is suitable?"

"It's okay, as long as it is a masterpiece of the master's painting."

"When did you become so sweet-mouthed?"

"The old man said it sincerely and had no intention of flattery."

Mr. Zhang smiled, but slowly opened the scroll.

Expand the portrait, two portraits with different images are imprinted into your eyes.

The portrait characters are ugly but not without their majesty.

That's right, it is the mythical figure from the legends of ordinary people, the Holy Lord Zhong Kui, who is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The difference is that in the portrait, one of whom is holding a sword on the head of the other.

And the Zhong Kui seemed to surrender, looking like he was afraid to beg for mercy.

"kindness!"

Mr. Zhang stared at the portrait, especially the strange-looking Zhong Kui.

Suddenly, a pair of deep and sharp eyes flashed, like an invisible sword, instantly piercing the mind.

"Well!"

Mr. Zhang was stunned and his mind was shivering. He was shaking and retreating with a crutch.

"Old village chief, what's wrong?" Lin Fan was stunned.

I know that Zhong Kui’s portrait is majestic, but if there is no ghost in my heart, I will not be able to scare people.

But looking at Mr. Zhang's expression, it turned out to be like seeing a terrible monster.

"illusion?"

Mr. Zhang was still shocked, his face turned white, and his sweat was flowing.

Seeing Mr. Zhang's exaggerated expression, Lin Fan was a little worried: "Old village chief, I feel a little evil in this painting. To be on the safe side, I'd better draw a new one for you and deliver it to you in person."

"No need, just it. Thank you sir, the old man will take it back first." As he said that, Old Master Zhang ran out in the portrait.

The problem is still the wind.

What's even exaggerated is that even the crutches were lost.

Lin Fan was stunned and shouted: "Old village chief, your crutch has fallen!"

"No!"

Mr. Zhang has long disappeared.

So tiger?

Lin Fan is in a messy wind. Is this Mr. Zhang who is walking slowly with a crutch on his usual day?
Chapter completed!