This situation looks familiar, similar to that of Guo Ziping before. Could it be that he was also haunted by the evil spirit?

"Are you going to rent a store?" The young man glanced at me and asked.

I nodded and sat down directly opposite that person.

As soon as we sat down here, Guo Ziping led a group of burly men into the teahouse and surrounded the young man.

When the young man saw this scene, he was so frightened that he almost ran away under the table.

"Brothers, please tell me what you have to say. What are you doing? Have I offended you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, where is Li Ji?" Guo Ziping, who was supported by Guo Xiaotong, was calm and confident, showing the demeanor of a big boss.

"What are you doing to my dad?" the young man asked in fear.

At this time, we realized that this man was Li Ji's son.

"Are you Li Ji's son?" Guo Ziping asked doubtfully.

"Well, I am..." the young man said.

"I have something to ask your dad about. Where has he gone?" Guo Ziping said while suppressing his anger.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to find him. He died ten days ago." The young man suddenly said with a sad look on his face.

"Dead, how did you die?" Guo Ziping looked shocked.

Uncle Hu Zi and I did not expect this to be the case, and we both looked in disbelief.

The young man cried and said: "Ten days ago, early in the morning, I found my father lying in bed unable to move, so I sent him to the hospital. The doctor said he had acute renal failure, and he passed away without resuscitation. This store belongs to him.

For those who stay, I don’t know how to run it, so I rent it out. Why are you looking for me?”

Guo Ziping's expression softened a little, and with a wave of his hand, all the black suits left.

As soon as I heard that Li remembered this disease, I knew what was going on.

He did not die normally, but was killed by a ghost.

Uncle Huzi was more direct. He leaned into my ear and whispered: "Master, was Li Ji killed by that evil spirit?"

"Uncle Huzi, can you not be so rude?" I said with a look of disgust.

Uncle Huzi chuckled and said, "I'm used to it. I will definitely change it in the future."

"Tongtong, please go out first, I have something to deal with." Guo Ziping said.

Guo Xiaotong was naturally unhappy and said angrily: "Dad, what are you doing recently? It's so mysterious."

"I'll tell you about this later. You go out first." Guo Ziping said in a solemn tone.

Guo Xiaotong had no choice but to leave angrily.

After she left, there were only a few of us left in the room.

After a brief chat, we learned that this young man’s name was Li Poxiao, and he was Li Ji’s only son.

And when I observed his appearance at this time, I must have fallen into the same trap as Guo Ziping.

I didn't want to waste time at the moment, so I took out the painting of a lady, put it on the table, opened it slightly, and handed it to Li Poxiao: "Have you seen this painting?"

As soon as Li Poxiao saw this painting, he suddenly became a little nervous and began to speak awkwardly: "I've seen... I've seen it. My father received this from someone more than a month ago. I guarantee it is genuine.

There’s absolutely no way it’s fake.”

"We are not here because of the authenticity of this painting, but for other reasons." I said.

"Then what are you doing for?" Li Poxiao was puzzled.

"Mr. Li, let me ask you, have you ever dreamed of a very beautiful woman when you were sleeping at night recently?" I looked at him and said.

Li Poxiao was shocked and said in disbelief: "You...how did you know?"

"It's not because of this shabby painting your father sold me. There's something weird about this painting, and I was also entangled by the woman in this painting. If Master Wu hadn't taken action, I would have been trapped in this painting just like your father."

The woman was killed." Guo Ziping said gloomily.

"You mean... the woman who appeared in the dream has something to do with this painting?" Li Poxiao said in horror.

While speaking, he subconsciously moved farther away from the painting.

"Any man who has seen this painting will be haunted by the evil spirits in the painting and will not stop. We came here to find you today just for this matter. Since you have also seen this painting, if you don't want to solve it, you

Father is your fate." I said seriously.

Hearing what I said, Li Poxiao hugged his head and cried. While crying, he said: "I...I didn't know that this matter had anything to do with this painting. I thought I was being haunted by ghosts, and I found a lot of them."

Experts helped me solve it, but there was no solution at all. That woman came to me every night after I fell asleep. Every day when I woke up, I felt very tired. These days, I dare not sleep. As soon as I close my eyes,

That woman would appear in my dreams, and I hadn't slept for several days."

Judging from the current situation, Li Poxiao does not know the cause of his father's death.

After all, this matter was very unspeakable, and Li Ji probably wouldn't tell his son about it, but he ended up being haunted to death by the charmer.

After all, Li Poxiao is young, less than thirty years old, and has a strong yang energy, so he can survive until now.

If Guo Ziping hadn't met me, it's hard to say whether he would have survived.

"Don't cry. We came to you to solve the problem. You first tell me where this painting came from. As long as we find the root of this painting, this matter will be solved and we can all survive.

." Guo Ziping said.

Li Poxiao wiped away his tears and said with a sigh of relief: "Why am I so unlucky? I just took one look at that painting and got caught up in it. I'm still so young and haven't even married yet. I can't die."

"No one wants to die. Do you know where your father got this painting?" I asked again.

Li Poxiao looked at me and asked, "As long as I find out where this painting came from, can I survive?"

"I can't guarantee it, but there's at least half a hope." I said.

"On the day this painting was delivered, I happened to be playing in the shop and met that man. That man used to deliver goods to my dad's antique shop. He was a scrap collector in the countryside. When he took out this painting

When I was a kid, my dad fell in love with him at first sight, gave him a thousand yuan, and took the painting over, but I don’t know where that man lives, and I haven’t seen him for a while,” Li Poxiao said.

.

Hearing him say this, I had a vague feeling in my heart.

I think the person who sent this painting to Li Kee's shop is probably no longer alive.

He is probably the first person to come into contact with this painting.

But having hope is better than having no hope at all. I looked at Li Poxiao and said, "Is there any way you can contact him?"
Chapter completed!