Su Mian's eyes widened. When did Di Lin become so humorous? [26nbsp;]
Di Lin's deep voice continued: "After turning into the back, the portrait in the painting walked forward. What you see now is that the portrait is in the thick fog. It feels like the portrait in the painting is walking forward."
Going into the thick fog, it's not a feeling, it's that she is really moving forward. Although her movements are very slow, it is undeniable that she is moving forward!"
Seeing that Di Lin was not joking at all, Su Mian was also confused: "Where is she going to go? May I ask?"
Di Lin said in a low voice: "Go into the thick fog, the deepest part there."
Su Mian nodded: "It sounds very mysterious and romantic."
Di Lin said "hum": "It's true. When the person in the painting walks into the thick fog and is completely covered by the thick fog, she will come out."
Su Mingming said: "Could it be that the one in this painting is the Prince Zhou in the coffin - Chao?"
"You're not too stupid." Di Lin couldn't help but look at the little slave who had a strong thirst for knowledge. "Someone should have locked her in this painting back then." As for why such an important painting would be
Placed next to the bones, he hasn't figured it out yet.
Su Mian took a deep breath. She felt that the mystery of the matter was beyond her expectation, so she took a deep breath. But when she took a deep breath, she suddenly smelled a hint of
Very light fragrance!
That made her immediately sure that this special fragrance was the fragrance emanating from the mysterious painting. She suddenly realized that the fragrance was not very good, and the last thing she saw was Di Lin's rather handsome face.
Then she disappeared.
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Feeling groggy, as if there were countless loudspeakers calling her, Su Mian slowly got up. There was no one around, only two tents not far from her. Fortunately, the surroundings were still bright.
, she saw clearly that she was in a strange stone chamber. This stone chamber was very wide, with flat walls and a square shape. The ceiling and floor were meticulously processed, and the ground was wet and slippery, covered with moss.
"Is there anyone?" Su Mian called several times but no one answered. Without any further hesitation, she decided to go to the tent to have a look.
As soon as she entered, the scene in front of her made her stiff.
There was a sleeping bag lying across the tent. The sleeping bag was full of bullet holes and some black stuff seeped out.
Su Mian did not move or speak, but stared coldly at the contents of the sleeping bag, feeling an ominous premonition.
She must have been fascinated by the contents of the incense, and the reason was probably related to the painting.
As for the others, why was she alone here? More importantly, was the person in the sleeping bag a person? Or?
Su Ming was sweating, so she decided to go to another tent to have a look first.
As soon as she entered, her face turned pale with fright, and she gasped. There was a person in this tent. She subconsciously looked at that person's face, and suddenly felt a cold air rushing from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. The entire face of this person was
The skin on his face had turned into patches of blue-black, and the muscles on his face were distorted. Blood and tears were flowing from his eyes, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.
He was already dead, and he died in such a strange standing posture.