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Maybe it was because his eyes were dazzled, or maybe it was because the miserable green light was too dim, Zhu Zan mustered up the courage to get closer to the door, narrowed his eyes and looked again, but found that he could no longer see. Find out what kind of pattern is engraved on that door.
After a while, he couldn't even make out whether the wick a few steps away from him was a door, or there was really a stooped figure standing there with his arms around the terrifying object that made his heart beat faster.
At the same time, Zhu Zan also felt uneasy about the bronze oil lamp he was carrying all the time.
The body of the lamp is densely covered with scratches of different sizes, and the handle has a metal-like cold touch, and the feeling of holding it in the hand is like holding a skull that was just found in the ice cave.
But in such an environment, he didn't dare to lose the only light source in his hand, even though it didn't look or feel like anything auspicious and festive.
"You came¡¡"
A dry and hoarse voice rang in Zhu Zan's ears, like a gust of wind blowing over his body.
Zhu Zan trembled all over, walked forward a few steps uncontrollably, and came to the hunched figure.
Gudong!
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily, staring blankly at the picture scroll hanging on the wall.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized that it was neither a door nor a person, but a mural hanging on the wall.
However, the one who was talking to him was the hunched man in the painting.
Zhu Zan's palms were a little damp, and there was a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead. This kind of terrifying scene that he had never encountered before made him feel his heart beating violently, as if it would jump out of his throat at any time. .
"It's another poor person who strayed into that delimited virtual realm and is about to become its latest food."
The man in the painting spoke again, and he raised his head, revealing a smooth, flat face without facial features, but what really spoke was the bloody, terrifying face held by two hands.
Zhu Zan was stunned for a while, then raised the bronze oil lamp with trembling hands, trying to see clearly what the person in the painting looked like.
As the green light flashed, he saw that the flat face without facial features on the portrait changed little by little, as if an imperceptible dexterous paintbrush outlined the smooth whiteboard like a mirror little by little to create a three-dimensional feeling .
Seeing the face in the painting change from a tablet to five sense organs, Zhu Zan's heart was suddenly filled with a strange feeling, like a person after washing his face, looking in the mirror to see where it has not been cleaned. Needs further processing.
Just in this strange feeling, he stared blankly at the portrait, as if he was looking at himself in the mirror.
The person in the painting changed his posture, supporting the eerie smiling head with one hand, while freeing the other hand to make a forward movement.
Zhu Zan's expression was dull, and he also stretched out his arm, wanting to lightly touch the hand protruding from the painting.
There was a soft pop.
His fingertips lightly touched the phantom finger protruding from the painting.
The moment the fingertips touched, there was no staggering as imagined, nor the feeling of being clenched tightly, but just a feeling of coldness rushing towards the face, as if stepping into an ice cellar.
In addition to the cold, there is also a strange sound in his ears, which can be clearly heard in this small and dark space that seems to be isolated from the world.
Zhu Zan suddenly came back to his senses at this time, and withdrew his arm in a snap, his complexion was cloudy and gloomy, almost dripping water.
He didn't know why he foolishly ran to this portrait, and unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it. Everything he did just now was uncontrollable as if he lost his soul, or was controlled by others.
The strange noise in the ear is getting louder and clearer.
Finally, he suddenly remembered what this sound was!
It is the sound of breathing.
To be precise, it doesn't sound like the breathing sound of a person or an animal, because that breathing sound seems to be everywhere and overlapped, like thousands of people gathered in this small and closed room Inside, they are suppressing and slowly inhaling and exhaling
Zhu Zan's body was trembling uncontrollably, a chill quietly pervaded his whole body, only the green oil lamp held in his right hand, the green flame danced slightly, illuminating a small space around him, bringing him a snackLogical comfort.
? Breathe, breathe, breathe
The messy sound of breathing mixed together made him irritated to death, unaware that the face on the portrait opposite had become more and more clear, and more and more similar to his own face, just like a rubbing copy. engraved on the general.
Time passed little by little, and when he finally managed to get rid of the influence of the sound of breathing on his mind, and turned his attention back to the portrait, he suddenly discovered to his horror that the person in the portrait was himself.
More importantly, another "he" has already squeezed half of his body out of the portrait, and will stand in front of him face to face in a short while.
Zhu Zan wanted to escape, but he couldn't pull up any strength, his whole body seemed to be filled with ice, not only stiff, but also cold.
He also wanted to call for help, but he didn't know who to call and who to call to save himself.
In the end, he didn't even know who he was and why he came here.
Click!
The "he" in the portrait finally broke free from the shackles of the plane and stood in front of him.
Most of the area in the picture scroll hanging there is already blank, only the head hanging in the middle is left, with a eerie smile on its face, silently watching two almost identical people standing face to face, getting closer and closer closer.
"You have finally come to yourself"
"I don't know where I am."
"Do you know who I am?"
"I have no idea."
"I am you, and you are me."
"Yes, I am you and you are me."
"Everything about you belongs to me."
"Yes, everything about me belongs to you."
"So, who are you?"
The figure walking out of the portrait spoke quietly, waiting for the answer from the distraught man opposite.
Fortunately, "he" didn't take too long before he heard a very clear and clear answer.
Although, this answer made "he" stand there suddenly, seeming a little caught off guard.
"I tell you very seriously, I am the sacred and great Luoying God Ax Gu Qianhu"
"Then it's my turn to ask, who is this guy who jumped out of nowhere? Why do I smell a familiar scent on you?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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