Jing Yuan pressed the pause button in a downward manner, and I looked at the screen with all my concentration: "Normal playback."

The part where I was stuck happened to be a confrontation between a Goryeo general and an Oriental musketeer. One of the two sides bent his bow and arrow, and the other held a musket, aiming at his opponents from the air on their respective battleships.

I remember the next shot, which should be a close-up of the Goryeo general.

A few seconds later, the other side's hole appeared on the screen. In the movie, the bow was full of strings, and the coldness in his eyes also emerged with the arrow.

As I looked at the object with a little, the horror suddenly arose. At that moment, I seemed to be facing a living person holding a bow and arrow.

I don't deny that movies and TV can make people feel immersive through shooting techniques, but for people like Ye Xuan and I who have truly experienced life-and-death battles, the tension is almost negligible.

Unless, arrows will shoot from the TV to my chest.

As my mind moved, I suddenly grabbed the corpse on the sofa, held the corpse's shoulders in both hands, and lifted it in front of me.

The next moment, the sound of the shaking of the bowstrings in the screen suddenly rose. I felt that the corpse I was holding in my hand suddenly swung backwards under the impact of huge force, almost touching my chest. While I was taking advantage of the situation, a blood arrow also passed through my armpits and shot directly into the wall.

Jing Yuan quickly turned off the computer with his eyes. I held Assistant Zhao's body and stood there for a long time without coming back to my senses.

Ye Xuan also rushed into the room: "Old class, is it okay?"

"This is the curse of human skin!" I said something subconsciously before coming back to my senses: "Close the door first, and don't let people outside come in."

Ye Xuan took the door casually and said, "Teacher, how do you know that arrows can be shot on TV?"

I put Assistant Zhao's body on the sofa: "Look at his wound, it happens to be on the front of his chest. If someone attacks from the front, he must stand in front of the TV. There are no footprints in front of the TV. There are no blood in other places. So, I suspect that there is a dead person floating in the air to attack him."

I continued, "Later, I thought of a question, that is, why did Principal Yu take off the "Emperor's Autumn Hunting Picture". Was he afraid that arrows would shoot out of the painting? So, I asked Jing Yuan to retreat for the movie. Unexpectedly, I guessed it right."

To be honest, before I confirmed the cause of Assistant Zhao's death, even I thought my guess was absurd, but I didn't expect that my guess would come true.

I said in a deep voice: "Yu Shanshan takes me to find Qi Xiangchen immediately, hurry up!"

Yu Shanshan hesitated and said, "Professor Qi must be doing research at this time. If you disturb him now..."

"Don't disturb him! He will die, hurry up!" I pulled Yu Shanshan out of the house without saying anything, and rushed straight to Qi Xiangchen's teaching building.

Ye Xuan trotted behind me all the way: "Teacher, why are you so anxious to find someone with the surname Qi? Cursing that thing will never happen at the same time, right?"

I quickly replied: "There are four archers on the human skin, which means that four people may die tonight. Only then did Assistant Zhao die, and three others die."

Ye Xuan said: "Aren't a student still dead?"

"He was not shot to death by an arrow!" Jing Yuan said as soon as I stopped and turned to look at Yu Shanshan: "How many human skin paintings have you found in total?"

"Only one!" Yu Shanshan said: "But the professor believes that there are twelve human skin paintings in total. Don't you say that there are twelve human skin paintings?"

"I'm talking nonsense!" I replied and ran towards the teaching building again.

There must be more than one human skin painting. The upper left corner of the human skin painting uses three black dots, which means it is the third painting. I deliberately said that there are twelve human skin paintings just to try Qi Xiangchen's reaction. As a result, his reaction was beyond my expectations. This shows that his understanding of human skin paintings has reached a certain level.

There is also Principal Yu. I discovered the secret of the human skin curse by many coincidences, and he had already prepared to prevent the curse. Even before the curse occurred, I contacted the relevant departments for protection. If I was right, they should have kept a common secret. However, there was a disagreement between them because of this secret. Principal Yu contacted the Special Measures Bureau alone.

Before I could guess, I had already arrived at the teaching building. Yu Shanshan led me to the door of the laboratory: "At this time, Professor Qi is in the laboratory."

I made a gesture to Ye Xuan and the others, pressed down the door lock and pushed the door and walked into the laboratory.

Standing in front of the display stand, Qi Xiangchen heard someone coming in and said without looking back: "Xiao Zhao, didn't I tell you not to bother me after I sent my coffee?"

I turned to the table and looked at the coffee there, and the coffee was still steaming.

This cup of coffee will never be delivered for more than ten minutes.

The film "Lu Liang Hai" is about an hour and a half long. When Assistant Zhao was shot to death, the movie was approaching the end. He brought the coffee over and went back to watch the movie. Unless he was fast forward all the way, he would not see the end of the movie in just a few minutes.

Is Assistant Zhao deliberately going back to seek death, or is there someone else who sent the coffee?

I walked slowly towards Qi Xiangchen and said, "Assistant Zhao is dead and was shot to death by an arrow."

Qi Xiangchen turned around this time and said lightly: "I understand."

I asked back, "You don't seem to be surprised at all?"

Qi Xiangchen said: "There is nothing to be surprised. Isn't it normal to study ancient human skin paintings and die a few people?"

I took another step forward: "You seem to have known that people will die?"

Qi Xiangchen said: "Similar human skin paintings have been discovered long ago. The time was made in the Yuan Dynasty. It was also a curse. However, the cursed person was the master of human skin. After the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty peeled him, he asked the wizard to draw four archers on the human skin to curse the other party forever and to endure the pain of shooting arrows."

"However, this human skin was painted far earlier than the Yuan Dynasty, and even earlier than you thought. It is a miracle that the human skin can be preserved to this day. If there is something fatal in it, it is reasonable. Is it strange to die one or two people if you want to uncover the secret of the human skin?"

I walked slowly forward: "But the dead person is your student?"

Qi Xiangchen said: "What if I die? As long as I can unravel the secret of human skin painting, it is worth it no matter how much the price it is."

I said in a deep voice: "I want to know where your human skin paintings come from?"

Qi Xiangchen said: "I said that this matter involves high confidentiality and cannot be disclosed. You should not ask."

While I was talking, I slanted slightly downwards, but I saw Qi Xiangchen's feet slightly off the ground.

I reached out to the poisonous dragon behind me with one hand: "What are you looking at? Why don't you look back?"

Qi Xiangchen's voice suddenly changed: "Don't you know, when someone speaks behind you, you can't turn back, you can only speak with your back? Don't you know how close the person behind you is to you? Maybe his neck is pressed against the back of your head, and when you turn your head back, the yang energy in your mouth is sucked by the other party. You said, do I dare to turn my head?"

I clenched the hilt with one hand: "Don't you believe this?"

"I haven't believed it before. When I have seen it, I have to believe it!" Qi Xiangchen raised his left hand, walked around his face, put it on his right shoulder and pointed in the direction of the table: "When Xiao Zhao brought me coffee, I saw it. I saw a dead person."

Qi Xiangchen said, "Xiao Zhao is here, but he hasn't left. He is still in this room. Don't you feel that there is someone in this room?"

I was slightly surprised, and a chill suddenly rose in my vest - there was indeed someone in this room, the third person. I didn't know the specific location of the other party, but I could clearly feel the other party's existence.

As long as I turn my gaze a little, I may be able to see the other person hiding in a corner and sneering, but I feel that Qi Xiangchen in front of me is even more dangerous. I can no longer tell whether Qi Xiangchen is the person talking to me in front of me.

I stared at the other person's back and said, "Have you turned around and talked to him?"

"I said it! Of course I said it!" Qi Xiangchen smiled and said, "In the past, when Xiao Zhao brought me coffee, he always stood in the back of the side, and I could see him without turning back. This time, he was standing directly behind me and called me from behind me. I turned around. Can you guess what I saw?"

Qi Xiangchen suddenly paused when he spoke. When he spoke again, a hint of gloom had already appeared in his voice: "Do you have another statement? If someone keeps talking to you, it is best not to let him turn around?"

There is indeed such a saying in the art. If someone speaks with his back to you at night, don’t look at his face, let alone call him to turn around, or when he turns around, you might see a dead face, or that face is not human at all.

Qi Xiangchen said in a gloomy voice: "Do you still let me turn around now?"

Before I could speak, I suddenly remembered the voice of Assistant Zhao: "Director Chen, I'm here too. Do you choose to let Professor Qi turn around, or do you turn around yourself?"

Assistant Zhao's voice was tightly attached to me, and with a cold breath, he touched my neck a little, making his hair stand on.

As soon as I pressed my right hand on the hilt, my wrist felt cold, and the dead man held my wrist.

Qi Xiangchen's voice rang again: "This human skin is good, but unfortunately it's a little too small. It looks uncomfortable. If you change to another skin, it might be much better. I think your skin is good. Don't you really want to know how the human skin painting comes from? I can tell you now."
Chapter completed!