Isn't it about the Queen being able to use the power of the curse to resurrect people with grievances from the dead and become zombies?

Could it be that this matter is still a big secret? The general and Cain also played a secret game with Ji Yang.

However, the expressions of the two of them did seem to be a little troubled, so Ji Yang stopped questioning them.

Just as Tang Bohu replied to WeChat again, Ji Yang simply opened it and said, "Sir, what do you want me to do with you?"

"Master Zhong Kui asked me to draw a self-portrait for him. Just now, I was painting for Master Zhong Kui, so I didn't reply to you immediately. I hope you won't blame me."

When he clicked on WeChat and saw Tang Bohu's reply, Ji Yang's expression was a bit unnatural.

Zhong Kui was so free that he even asked Tang Bohu to make a self-portrait for him.

"The self-portrait of Zhong Kui painted by Tang Bohu should be very realistic. It would be good to use to ward off evil spirits. If you hang Zhong Kui's portrait, the devils will definitely run away when they see it."

Ji Yang said to himself a little funny.

What he said was not to belittle Zhong Kui, but in reality, many people did use Zhong Kui's portrait to suppress evil.

After all, it is Zhong Kui's duty to catch and eat ghosts.

"Tang Bohu's painting of Zhong Kui, if it comes to the mortal world, it will definitely be the only one. If it is sold, it will probably be very valuable."

Ji Yang muttered to himself again and stopped thinking about it.

If he had just been able to contact the Three Realms and had little money, he would probably have gone to Zhong Kui for a self-portrait.

But now Ji Yang is not short of money, so he just thinks about this kind of thing.

"It's no big deal, and I have nothing to blame you for. I just want you to help me look at a painting."

"Look at the painting? Do you want me to help you appreciate the quality of the painting?"

"No, no, no, I got a painting here. Some people say it was painted by you, while others say it wasn't. I hope you take a look and see if it was painted by you."

"I see, then please send the painting over so that I can take a look at it."

When he first heard that Ji Yang had a painting for him to see, Tang Bohu thought that Ji Yang was asking him to help him appreciate the quality of the painting.

After learning that he had misunderstood, Tang Bohu asked Ji Yang to send the painting to him.

Tang Bohu painted many paintings. Tang Bohu himself could not remember exactly how many paintings there were in total.

But he can naturally tell whether the painting was painted by himself.

"Okay, I'll send it to you right away."

As he spoke, Ji Yang threw the scroll in his hand into his mobile phone. As the screen of the mobile phone flashed, the scroll disappeared.

Peng Caixuan and Mu Hang on the side looked envious after watching the scroll disappear.

Although this is not the first time I have seen Ji Yang take out a mobile phone that looks very ordinary, but is completely different.

But every time they see Ji Yang chatting with Heaven and Earth on WeChat and sending things, they still feel envious.

Because compared to ordinary mobile phones in the world, Ji Yang's mobile phone is really awesome. It can directly transmit physical objects. It would be great if I could have one.

Peng Caixuan and Mu Hang can only be envious, because the entire mortal world only contains Ji Yang.

When they were envious of Ji Yang, the scroll transmitted by Ji Yang had already reached Tang Bohu's hands.

After getting the scroll, Tang Bohu didn't waste time and directly opened the scroll and started reading.

His eyes glanced at the maid on the scroll and the seal where the signature was placed. After a few glances, Tang Bohu rolled up the scroll, nodded, and sent the scroll to Ji Yang.

Ji Yang was waiting for Tang Bohu's reply. When he saw the scroll flying out, he grabbed the scroll.

"It was teleported directly to me? Is this painting fake?"

When Ji Yang was confused, Tang Bohu had already replied to him with the content when he sent the scroll to Ji Yang.

"Sir, this picture of a beautiful lady was indeed painted by me."

"This is my random graffiti, it's just a poor work. If you like it, I can draw a few better ones for you to appreciate."

A random doodle, a poor work.

Seeing Tang Bohu's reply, Ji Yang's heart beat hard.

Tang Bohu really doesn’t know the value of his paintings.

Just this piece of graffiti, which he said was a poor work, is worth more than 20 million.

Although the price may be a little watery, because those who deceived Village Chief Song may have planned it long ago.

If you ask for a high price, the government will pay for it anyway, so they can get more money, which is great.

But it’s true that Tang Bohu’s paintings are very valuable.

This graffiti must be worth more than ten million.

"Cough cough cough..."

"I discovered for the first time that making money is so easy."

Ji Yang coughed a few times and thought as if he was laughing at himself.

He felt that he would never have to worry about being short of money.

Whenever he was short of money, he would flirt with famous dead ancient painters, writers, etc. in the underworld, and just buy a piece and sell it, which would squander it for a period of time.

That's what he thought in his heart, but Ji Yang didn't really do it.

After letting his mood calm down a little, he replied to Tang Bohu, "No need for the time being. I will come back to you when I need it."

"Good sir, I can always provide you with good paintings."

"Okay, then I won't disturb you anymore. This bottle of wine is for you, take it and drink it."

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..."

After Ji Yang sent a bottle of Scotch vodka to Tang Bohu, he looked at the thank you message sent by Tang Bohu. He replied "No thank you" and put away his mobile phone.

No matter who is good, it cannot be used in vain.

What if Ji Yang really gets a whim one day and asks Tang Bohu for some paintings?

When the time comes, he will ask other ancient painters for some, such as Wu Daozi (Painting Sage), Huang Gongwang (Dwelling in the Fuchuan Mountains), Wang Ximeng (Thousands of Miles of Rivers and Mountains)...

When the time comes, I will organize an exhibition of paintings by famous ancient masters, and I will be fascinated by the thought of it.

"Boss, what's going on? Is this painting real or fake?"

When the picture scroll flew out of the phone, Peng Caixuan actually wanted to ask.

But when he saw that Ji Yang was still chatting on WeChat, he didn't bother him for fear of delaying Ji Yang's affairs.

At this time, Ji Yang put the phone away, and then he asked softly.

"This painting is real!"

"Really, those bastards deserved their own death!"

After learning that the painting was real, Peng Caixuan said angrily.

Mu Hang, generals and others on the side also nodded in agreement.

"Those people deserved to die, but these villagers are so innocent!"

"Hey, send a WeChat message to the King of Hell later and ask him to take care of them a little. If we can arrange reincarnation as soon as possible, let them reincarnate."

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, your life is completely over!"

Ji Yang muttered to himself. He shot his palm several times, and several streaks of purple fire flew out from his palm and landed in several places in the village...
Chapter completed!