Chapter 77: White Wax Soul Guide

　　In fact, even without Wan Chunhui's request, Lu Fei would have rescued the souls trapped in the painting.

　　Since he needed something from the boss of Tianlong Auction House, he naturally wanted to do things properly.

　　Originally, asking about the origin of the ancient painting was to find the dharma seal, which is the stamp on the painting.

　　With the dharma seal, it would be easier to eliminate the bride's resentment.

　　But the origin of this painting is unknown, and it's definitely impossible to find the Dharma seal, so we can only use the method to break the soul-sealed painting.

　　Before they knew it, dawn had broken.

　　Night is Yin, day is Yang.

　　Now that it's daytime, the ancient painting has been severely weakened, and with the added power of the Seven Stars Ghost Suppressing Formation, it naturally doesn't have the strength to cause mischief.

　　Lock the door.

　　Lu Fei asked Wan Chunhui to prepare the items needed to break the soul-sealed painting, while he himself took Hu Zi back to the pawnshop for a good sleep.

　　On the way, Hu Zi had a lot of questions.

　　"Boss, didn't you say that it's best to deal with evil objects during the day? So why do we have to do it at night this time?" This was what puzzled him the most.

　　"This time, we need to save the souls of those three employees. Souls are afraid of sunlight, so we can only act at night."

　　"Isn't that very dangerous?" Thinking of the bloody scene from last night when the security guard gouged out his own eyes, Hu Zi still felt scared.

　　At that time, if it weren't for Lu Fei blocking his view in time, his fate might have been the same as that of the security guard.

　　"The method to break the soul-sealing painting is not difficult; it's not a big problem."

　　Lu Fei's expression was calm.

　　Seeing him so composed, Hu Zi felt much more at ease.

　　Although his boss was young and kind-looking, he was indeed unmatched when it came to dealing with evil entities.

　　After a sleepless night, both of them were extremely exhausted. Moreover, they needed to stay alert to handle the ancient painting later. Upon returning to the pawnshop, they fell asleep immediately.

　　Time flew by.

　　Before dusk had even fallen, a car from the auction house had already come to pick them up.

　　Lu Fei got ready and took Hu Zi with him in the car.

　　Wan Chunhui first arranged for the two to have dinner at a nearby restaurant before heading to the auction house.

　　"Manager Lu, I've prepared everything you asked for, but is this method really going to work?" Wan Chunhui asked anxiously as he walked.

　　He wasn't doubting Lu Fei's abilities; he was worried that Lu Fei's method might damage the ancient painting.

　　"Don't worry, Mr. Wan. As long as you follow my instructions, there's a 100% chance of success!" Lu Fei smiled at him.

　　"I assure you, I followed your requirements exactly."

　　As he spoke, Wan Chunhui stopped and pushed open a door.

　　Inside was an empty room with nothing in it.

　　"This was originally an unused meeting room. I had all the things moved out. Manager Lu, do you think it's suitable?"

　　"Yes, an empty room will do." Lu Fei went in, looked around, and nodded, "Where are the firewood?"

　　"They're all here."

　　Wan Chunhui brought out two sacks of firewood from the hallway.

　　"Guaranteed to be branches from elm trees that are over ten years old, freshly cut today, harvested from three whole trees. As per your request, only the branches were cut, leaving the main trunks untouched, and the leaves removed, leaving just the wood."

　　"Very good." Lu Fei took a fresh branch from the sack, examined it, and showed a satisfied expression, "Then there's no issue. Those three employees have been picked up from the hospital, right?"

　　"They've been picked up; they're in the car now, I've had someone looking after them."

　　"Bring them in."

　　Wan Chunhui immediately made a call, instructing someone to bring over the three deranged employees.

　　The two security guards had their eyes bandaged and all ten of their fingers bitten to a mess by themselves.

　　The female employee, although not self-harm, kept showing an eerie, foolish grin from time to time.

　　Lu Fei took out a red rope and tied the three people to the chairs.

　　It was quite miraculous how these three, each exhibiting their own madness at the hospital, where a few people together couldn't restrain them when they went into a frenzy.

　　But once bound by this red rope, they all sat quietly, neither shouting nor making a fuss."

　　Then, Lu Fei tied a red thread around the middle fingers of the three people, with the other end of the red thread connected to a white candle.

　　The birth dates and times of the three were carved on the white candles, which were placed at their feet.

　　After completing these actions, Lu Fei had Wan Chunhui open the storage room door, and he went to fetch the ancient painting.

　　Now, except for him, no one else dared to touch the painting.

　　"I need three more people to help watch over the candles. Hu Zi is one, so we still need two more. Who will come?" Lu Fei said to Wan Chunhui.

　　"We will."

　　Wan Chunhui called the security captain to remain in the meeting room.

　　Everyone else waited outside.

　　The security captain looked terrible, as if he was in for a major misfortune. But if he backed out now, he wouldn't be able to work at Tianlong Auction House anymore, so he could only grit his teeth and go through with it.

　　"All you need to do is make sure the candle flames don't go out," Lu Fei instructed solemnly.

　　"Okay. "

　　The three of them sat down in sequence next to the white wax candle.

　　Lu Fei then sprinkled a circle of perfume ash around them, instructing them not to go out no matter what they saw or heard.

　　After that, he hung the ancient painting on the wall.

　　In the corner, there was a large brass basin, filled with fresh elm branches.

　　Finally, he closed the doors and windows tightly.

　　Having done all this, Lu Fei paused to catch his breath, looking around the meeting room to ensure everything was in place.

　　The small room became quiet.

　　Wan Chunhui, sitting next to the white wax candle, looked around nervously.

　　But before he could ask anything, it had already turned dark outside.

　　"It's dark! From now on, everyone must not speak until I subdue the ancient painting! Otherwise, if yang energy leaks, I will not be responsible for what happens," Lu Fei said with a serious expression.

　　The three of them looked at one another and nodded forcefully, their expressions becoming even more tense.

　　Lu Fei took a deep breath, glanced at the ancient painting on the wall, and ignited an elm branch with a sheet of yellow paper.

　　The fresh elm branch burned slowly, and soon billowed thick white smoke.

　　The smoke quickly filled the meeting room, making it difficult for everyone to keep their eyes open.

　　Wan Chunhui felt a tickle in his throat, but remembering Lu Fei's instructions, he covered his mouth and nose, suppressing his cough with great effort.

　　The security guard, not knowing what Lu Fei was doing, anxiously frowned and lowered his head in fear.

　　Only Hu Zi remained relatively calm, having absolute trust in his boss.

　　However, the three of them had one thing in common: they all unconsciously lowered their heads, not daring to look at the ancient painting on the wall.

　　The smoke from the burning elm continued to surge upward, enveloping the scroll.

　　Lu Fei, holding the ghost-headed blade, stared intently.

　　At first, the ancient painting was relatively calm, but it soon began to tremble as if unable to withstand the smoke.

　　A wisp of black gas emerged from the scroll, attempting to extinguish the white smoke.

　　However, the moment the black gas touched the white smoke, it evaporated instantly, dispersing in a flash.

　　"Ah!"

　　A woman's ethereal scream echoed, and the painting quivered even more violently, slowly oozing blood.

　　The three, with their heads buried, felt a chill down their spines; they wanted to look up but dared not, their hearts caught in their throats.

　　Lu Fei, however, breathed a sigh of relief.

　　This method really worked!

　　Thus, he put down the ghost-headed blade, guarding the brazier, and added more yellow paper whenever the flame showed signs of dying out.

　　The flame from the damp wood was not large, but the smoke was considerable.

　　The smoke continuously stained the ancient painting.

　　As soon as the black gas emerged, it was vaporized by the white smoke, and more and more blood flowed out of the painting.

　　Then, an incredible scene occurred!

　　The white smoke gradually spread into the painting.