Chapter 1748: Cinnabar

The Yuan and Qing Dynasties mixed the pigments of various colors to bring out a nearly dark green pigment. After a rummaging in the bag, he exclaimed: "Without cinnabar? How can there be no cinnabar?"
Cheng Hou seems to think of something, and quickly took out a small bottle from his pocket and handed the bottle to the front of Yuan Qing: "Is this looking for it?"
Yuan Qing fixed his eyes and looked at it. "Yes, yes, this is how, where are you?"
Cheng Houdao: "I just saw it when I got off the bus. I was in a hurry and thought about giving it back to you. I didn't know how to forget it."
The Yuan dynasty transferred cinnabar into the paint. "This is not the general cinnabar, it is also the key to this spice. Without it, it can't be done."
After mixing, Yuanqing took a pen from the bag, opened the phone album, and found a photo that was taken.
The photo was taken on a yellow paper with a very special word on it, much like a rune.
When the master taught him, he photographed it. He was afraid that it would be forgotten for a long time. He practiced and practiced from time to time. The strokes were too complicated and complicated. He had not practiced for a long time. Even now, he also needs to compare and draw. If you draw less than one stroke, the rune will lose its effectiveness.
Yuan Qing let Cheng Hou hold a mobile phone, he will run a stroke on the back of Chu Yu, and hand-painted another rune in his chest, can conceal the sun in a certain period of time, not let Yin The ghost found his trace.
"This is all right?" Cheng Hou asked.
Yuan Qing sighed, his eyes continued to go back and forth between the runes and the mobile phone, until it was confirmed that there was nothing wrong with each painting, and this straightened up. "Well, when I am in a line, you can go in."


The eastern nephew glared at the beautiful eyes, his hands licking his mouth, and he couldn’t even say anything.
Originally, the nephew was shopping, was strolling, and suddenly he was black, and he could not remember anything.
Woke up now, she found herself and her nephews and some unidentified men and women lying in a big house.
This house is not like their current house, more like the house of the Republic of China she had seen on television.
It is not like a house for filming in a movie town, but a house where people live.
There are traces of life everywhere, and it is clear that it is clean, but there is a musty smell in the air.
There was no tie on the body, and the strength was also there. After she woke up the white beggar around her, she got up and opened the door.
The door is also right, she has a heart, and pushes the door away with a force, but she stands alone.
The man’s body moved unnaturally and then slowly turned around.
The oriental nephew wants to ask, but when the person’s face is twisted, the mouth is swallowed.
Looking at such a face, she wants to scream but can't say anything, but she can't make it out with her mouth open, and her body is constantly retreating.
"What's wrong?" The white cockerel woke up and saw the appearance of the Oriental 婉儿, busy trotting over, just to hold the body of the East 差 差 almost soft.
The oriental nephew couldn’t speak, and the direction of the door was one finger, not only: "Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts."
The words of the eastern nephew just fell, and the ‘people’ who kept the outside floated to the ground.
At this time, several people woke up and saw this scene, and passed out again.
It is a male ghost, in his early thirties, wearing a navy blue baseball shirt, a style that has been popular for a hundred years, and no one is wearing it now.