It turned out that Aunt Wang married her sister Wang Xiufeng from Qingshui Village, and her son Zhang Jinde picked up a painting on the road.

He saw that the beauty in the painting was quite beautiful, it was a picture of a lady.

So he took it home and hung it in the bedroom.

But since he picked up the painting, he began to become depressed, and he even often dreamed of the beauty in the portrait coming out to play with him.

And his body became weaker and weaker, as if he was about to be terminally ill.

Zhang Jinde also felt that his health was getting worse and worse, so he went to the hospital for a check-up.

I spent 10,000 yuan to make the most expensive full physical examination package in the hospital, but after checking it all, I didn’t find any physical problems.

Apart from the problem of gout, everything else is quite healthy.

Wang Xiufen was also anxious as she watched her son get thinner and often stay in the room and stay bedridden.

As for the old people, they are more feudal and superstitious.

She saw that Zhang Jinde had nothing to do when he went to the hospital for examination, but he became weak and thin, so there must be something wrong, so she immediately thought about whether he had been a traitor.

But after thinking about it carefully, she found that her son picked up the picture of the lady and began to become weak.

I think there must be something wrong with the painting.

Originally, Zhang Jinde, a young man, did not believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods, but every night he dreamed that the beauty in the portrait smiled like a flower and was intimate with him, which made the old bachelor happy.

One night, he had a good dream of spring night, but when he woke up the next day, Zhang Jinde felt that he had become depressed.

At first, he didn't care, but just thought about the beauty in his dream, and even went to bed early to linger with the beauty to the end of the world.

But after this lasted for a long time, he couldn't bear it.

Not only was he thin, but his face also turned blue. A large circle of dark circles looked like a national treasure. The most important thing was that he felt that he was often weak and breathless, as if he was sucked by someone.

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This has to be said to be evil, so he felt that he would rather believe in it than believe in it.

He agreed to Wang Xiufen and agreed to throw away the picture of the lady he picked up.

Compared with the picture of a lady who wants her own life, her own life is still important.

The main reason is that when he had a spring dream, he felt a terrifying feeling of suffocating and dying in his sleep.

After Wang Xiufen agreed to his son, he immediately threw the painting outside.

After Wang Jinde looked at the lack of pictures of a lady in his bedroom, he felt much more comfortable, and even felt much more awake when he was dizzy.

He felt more and more that the lady's picture must have something wrong with it, and it was an evil painting.

Wang Jinde thought that after throwing away the picture of a lady, he would be able to return to normal in the future, and it would be a pity that he could not be the dream of a beautiful woman in her arms.

After all, life is more important.

But who knew that something happened that night that made their family even more frightened.

He had a nightmare that night.

In the dream, the beauty in the picture of the lady appeared again. This time, she no longer smiled at him like a flower or spoke softly.

From a beautiful and charming beauty to a terrifying female ghost.

Her eyes were bleeding from seven orifices, but only whites were stained with blood, and she approached Zhang Jinde gloomyly.

"Husband, why do you abandon my family? Why are you so cruel? Didn't you say that we should live and die together, and die together?"

The female ghost was floating in black hair, and as soon as she spoke, bleeding continued to flow from the corners of her mouth. Her terrifying appearance scared Zhang Jinde almost didn't wet her pants.

"You, who are you? I, I am not your husband, I don't know you." Zhang Jinde was so scared that he fell to the ground and kept rubbing backwards, trying to stay away from this terrifying female ghost, trembling.

He stammered at the female ghost.

"Husband, have you actually forgotten my family?" The female ghost was still full of resentment just now. When she heard Zhang Jinde's words, her anger value instantly soared to 200%.

She suddenly floated in front of Zhang Jinde, stretched out her pale hands with long black nails, and grabbed Zhang Jinde's neck.

"Save, help..." Zhang Jinde kept trying to struggle, but couldn't break free.

Just when Zhang Jinde thought he wanted his soul to return to the west, he felt the confinement on his neck being released, and he woke up all over.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Wang Xiufen and his wife looking at him anxiously and worriedly.

"Ade, you have a nightmare again? Why do you pinch yourself?" Wang Xiufen was so scared that she was silly.

She had just gotten up to go to the bathroom when she heard howlings coming from her son.

When she came in, she saw Zhang Jinde closing his eyes, but he pinched his neck tightly with his hands, and seemed to be unable to breathe. His face was so swollen that it was still wailing in his mouth.

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His terrible look made Wang Xiufen scream and screamed at her husband Zhang Mingrong.

With his own strength, Wang Xiufen couldn't even break Zhang Jinde's hand that pinched his neck.

It was not until Zhang Mingrong came that the couple worked together to break Zhang Jinde's hand and rescued him from his own hands.

Zhang Jinde's neck had already been pinched by him, which showed that he had made a desperate move.

This kid is a ruthless man. He even dares to pinch himself and even pinch him to death.

After Zhang Jinde saw his parents, he almost burst into tears.

"Dad, mom, I had a nightmare just now and was almost strangled to death by the female ghost in the previous portrait."

In his dream just now, he felt that he was going to die, and he saw the Yin Crazy Wai waving to him.

"Old woman, haven't we thrown away that painting? Why does our son still have nightmares and pinch himself like an evil person?" Zhang Mingrong was also frightened when he looked at the bruises on his son's neck.

He only had Zhang Jinde, the only one. He was counting on this only one. He was relying on this one to pass on his family and to support himself in his old age and to send him to his death.

If something really happens, wouldn’t he have to give a white-haired person a black-haired person?

"I threw it away, and I threw it down the cliff in the mountains." Wang Xiufen said immediately.

Zhang Jinde wiped the cold sweat and felt his throat dry and painful. He trembled with his hands and brought the glass of water on the bedside table. After taking a few sips, he relieved the pain in his throat.

Then he raised his eyes and saw the picture of a lady that had been thrown away on the wall facing the bed, which had been thrown back and hung on it.

"Ah..." Zhang Jinde screamed in fear and horror. The glass in his hand couldn't hold it firmly and fell directly to the ground.

With a thud, the glass on the ground broke.

"Yeah, again, back, back..." He stretched out his finger and pointed at the wall.

"What's back?" Wang Xiufen and his wife were stunned and asked in confusion.

Then the two of them turned to look in the direction Zhang Jinde pointed, and their faces were pale as they looked.
Chapter completed!