Strongest Medical Saint

Chapter 227 Blood Infant Drawing

```

After seeing Chen Jishun's actions, Miao Bohou and the others knew for certain that Shen Feng had hit the mark. Their expressions were a mix of shock and uncertainty, still unable to fully believe what Shen Feng had said. Could there really be things in this world that couldn't be explained by science?

Once Chen Jiaya had composed herself, her emotions were no longer as uncontrollable as before, yet she remained silent, standing to one side and looking at the oil painting on the wall with a complex expression.

Upon seeing Chen Jishun carrying a cup of hot water rushing over, Tang Kexin, Xu Han, and Xiao Yiqiu, who were standing at the door of the room, stepped back, giving Chen Jishun plenty of space.

Having stepped out of the room, Xu Han asked in a low voice, "Kexin, Teacher Shen is your brother. Do you know what he is going to do?"

After shaking her head, Tang Kexin replied, "No matter what Brother Shen Feng is going to do, I believe he will certainly be able to cure Principal Chen's granddaughter's illness."

Xiao Yiqiu nodded in agreement, "Although what Teacher Shen said sounds incredible, was it normal for Elder Hu's knee to be suddenly healed before? Teacher Shen must have his reasons."

Not knowing when he had also stepped out, Du Zheng spoke in a low voice, "Tang Kexin, I want to make it clear first, I'm not trying to badmouth your brother but, this all feels like the trickery of some charlatan performing rituals to drive out demons. Do you really believe that someone could be in a coma because of an ordinary oil painting? We live in the real world, remember we're not inside a myth."

"Of course, I don't deny that his acupuncture earlier was incredibly impressive, but now and earlier are different, they're two completely different concepts. If this time he truly manages to prove that Principal Chen's granddaughter's illness is because of this oil painting, then I will completely accept what he says."

While Du Zheng was talking, Chen Jishun, who had entered the room, was now handing the cup of hot water to Shen Feng.

Meanwhile, Tang Kexin and the others ignored Du Zheng and went back into the room.

With a deep breath, Du Zheng slowly breathed out, muttering to himself, "What era is it now that we're still dealing with these old society rituals? I really don't know what Yiqiu is thinking. She's never believed in these kinds of things!"

After muttering to himself for a while, he too squeezed back into the room.

Shen Feng looked at the oil painting framed on the wall, splashing the hot water in the cup onto it.

This splash was mixed with Spiritual Energy.

The Spiritual Energy served to completely disperse the hot water, evenly covering the entire oil painting.

The oil painting was not damaged by the hot water.

The resentful blood had coalesced within the painting over a long period of time, and the scene within the painting was linked to the resentful blood of ten different infants.

Of course, most importantly, if Shen Feng was not mistaken, then this painting must have been placed for a long time in a place with many dead bodies.

One could say this was a Blood Infant Drawing, and moreover, a Blood Infant Drawing filled with resentful blood.

The previously warm scenes on the painting were merely a superficial layer of color, which would completely dissolve upon contact with hot water, revealing the true nature of the painting.

Chen Jishun and Chen Jiaya, upon seeing the eerie change in the painting on the wall, couldn't help but step back, their faces showing an extremely terrified expression, as they saw the terrifying infants in the painting seemingly blink?

Miao Bohou and Cripple Hu also dared not make any noise, how did such a warm painting become so terrifying in the blink of an eye?

Xu Han, Tang Kexin, and Xiao Yiqiu's complexions turned somewhat pale; after all, they were girls!

As Du Zheng was talking animatedly, he became full of doubts after seeing everyone's change in demeanor, involuntarily turning his head to look back at the painting.

The bloody, terrifying image instantly imprinted itself in his vision, and most importantly, as he was closer, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but the man standing under the iron poles seemed to smile at him even more ferociously, and he even had a terrifying auditory hallucination, hearing the ghastly cries of infants in his ears.

Du Zheng, who was originally composed, had his face turn shockingly pale in an instant, his heart seemed to leap out of his chest from the fright he had just experienced while he was talking confidently. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Although he was very burly, he couldn't withstand such sudden fear.

Wanting to quickly distance himself from the painting, he stumbled and fell headlong.

As he landed on his buttocks.

There was a loud "whoosh" sound.

He let out an exceedingly long fart, as he was scared beyond control.

Fortunately, he had a strong enough constitution, and was not so startled as to lose control of his bowels completely.

This fart came just in time, especially in such a terrifying environment, it suddenly made Miao Bohou and others want to laugh, easing the ominous atmosphere momentarily.