Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

Chapter 131 Weird Portraits (Happy May Day everyone!)
The old wooden door was pushed open, and a quaint atmosphere rushed over, as if an antique that had been dusty for a long time suddenly appeared.

It was pitch black inside, and Sun Xing walked in first, holding the iron rod.

There seemed to be a counter here, and the room was very dim, and this counter blocked the sight of the two of them.

Like objects in pawnshops in ancient times, the entire counter was extremely high. Standing here, Sun Xing felt like being looked down upon from a height.

If there is a shopkeeper here, he must be at least two heads shorter than the other party.

Standing on tiptoes is even difficult to follow the huge cabinet flush.

"What is this place? It's eerie, Brother Sun, why are you here?"

Zhou Deng looked around, the darkness here made him very uneasy.

"Find someone."

Sun Xing didn't talk nonsense, the will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes started to burn, and he looked behind the counter, but it was pitch black, and even his red pupils were blocked from peeping.

"Are you sure there is someone here? I think it is more likely that there is a ghost."

Zhou Deng frowned, and there was a word of worry written all over his face. Standing here, he always felt like someone was watching him, which made him feel hairy and uncomfortable.

"Clap!"

But at the moment.

At the stacked grid on the counter, something suddenly fell and fell into the darkness.

Sun Xing took a closer look and found that it was an old portrait. It usually belonged to the things that the old people in the countryside kept at home after death. It is usually called a portrait, which is more appropriate.

The fallen portrait lay quietly on the ground.

Sun Xing frowned, and his intuition told him that something was wrong here.

"Brother Sun, isn't this portrait a bit weird? This thing is empty."

Standing by the side of the wooden door, Zhou Deng stared at the portrait and found that it seemed to be an empty picture frame with no photos inside.

"Did you forget where this is? Isn't it normal to be weird?"

Sun Xing said without turning his head, but there was silence behind him, and Zhou Deng did not respond.

There was only the sound of his slow breathing in the whole room, as if he was the only one.

"Ok?"

Sun Xing became alert instantly, turned around and looked around, there was nothing around, where was Zhou Deng's shadow?
"It's evil."

He frowned, breaking out in a cold sweat.

A big living person just disappeared behind him without a sound, without any movement.

"Whoo~"

A gloomy flame appeared in the darkness, Sun Xing lit the ghost candle immediately, his palms were sweating, at this moment, even he panicked.

It is true that he cannot die for the time being, but as long as it is a supernatural thing, it will have limitations after all.

For example, once you fall into the trap of consciousness.

He may never be able to return to reality for the rest of his life.

What's more, the weird scene in front of him really made him feel uncertain.

After the ghost candle appeared, the fire light was very calm, and the burning was unusually slow. It seemed that it would be no problem after burning for 10 minutes.

And 10 minutes is the time when there are no ghosts around.

"Are there no ghosts around? Where did Zhou Deng go?"

The burning speed of the ghost candle was very stable, which did not match Zhou Deng's disappearance at all.

"Is it the painting just now?"

Sun Xing guessed in his heart that since entering this room, Zhou Deng was almost standing next to him, and the two of them were inseparable. During this period, nothing abnormal happened. If there was any abnormality, it was only the painting.

He looked towards the position of the painting just now.

I saw a blurred face suddenly appeared in the originally empty picture frame. The face in the picture frame was very blurry, and it seemed that only the upper half of the face was shown, while the lower half of the face was hazy, as if shrouded in darkness, and did not show it. Come out, people can't see clearly at all.

However, the face is gradually being completed, and the portrait seems to be complete soon.

Although he couldn't see the lower half of the face clearly and only stared at the upper part of the portrait, Sun Xing's pupils froze suddenly. It was Zhou Deng's face!

The lower half of the face was hidden in the darkness. The part of the portrait showing a pair of terrified eyes moved slightly. When Sun Xing was watching him, he could clearly see that the eyes blinked slightly, as if this Zhang Lian was exercising as hard as he could, so that people outside could pay attention to him.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Also at this time.

The flames of the ghost candle blazed brightly, and the flames rose rapidly, and the whole ghost candle began to burn violently, more than ten times faster than before.

At this speed, I am afraid that the entire ghost candle will be burned out in less than a minute.

"There is a ghost in the portrait, Zhou Deng was deceived and tricked into it."

Sun Xing thought to himself, and quickly looked away, no longer staring at the portrait.

As his sight shifted, the fire light gradually shrank, and the surrounding crisis seemed to be lifted again.

But in the darkness, no one noticed that the pattern on this portrait was gradually becoming complete.

Originally, the lower part of the portrait was missing, but now it seems that all the content is about to be completed.

It can be vaguely seen that the man in the portrait is frightened and his pupils are wide open, but the corners of his mouth are evoked into a smile, which looks very strange.

Not only that, a line of small characters appeared inexplicably under the picture frame, the handwriting was crooked and jumbled, it was not good-looking at all.

It seems that a date is being engraved. Although the date has not been completed, it can be guessed that this date should be today.

Because the date of death is usually recorded under this kind of posthumous portrait, and the date of death is engraved for future generations to worship.

Sun Xing avoided the position of the portrait and stopped peeking, but the room was not peaceful.

next moment.

"Clap!"

On the counter more than two meters above the ground, another picture frame suddenly fell and fell into the darkness.

Another picture frame, empty inside, missing the portrait.

"I don't want to read it, so why don't you send it to me for me to watch?"

There was a chill in Sun Xing's heart. The counter in front of him was not small, and the entire room was taken up by the counter, but the falling portrait happened to be unbiased, and it just landed not far from his feet, and it seemed to be right on the spot. achieved his goal.

Zhou Deng has already been fooled once, so naturally he won't be fooled again.

Therefore, he avoided the portrait and looked to the left.

As a result, the next moment.

With a twitch of his eyelids, the portrait reappeared on the ground on the left, as if predicting his actions.

At the same time, the ghost candle in his hand began to burn violently.

The flames blazed, and the speed was even faster than before.

"Interesting, the picture frame itself is fine, and there is something wrong when you look at it. Is that how Zhou Deng got in?"

Sun Xing suddenly came to his senses, and with the ghost candle in his hand, he suddenly looked at the first portrait.

To untie the bell, the person who tied it must find out the rules of this thing, otherwise, the two paintings are probably not the limit of this place.

The counter above is about to move, and it seems that the third and fourth paintings are about to fall.

At this moment, the first portrait is almost completed.

A young man appeared on it, his face was terrified, showing a strange smile, looking outside, making people feel horrified.

What makes Sun Xing's scalp tingle is that no matter where he stands, the people in the portrait seem to be staring at him.

He simply used the ghost candle to go directly to the past. Before the ghost candle burned out, theoretically speaking, he should be safe.

The seemingly calm portrait seems to be completing the final process, completing the date below.

As the ghost candle approached, this movement was slowed down.

"April [-]th! Isn't that today?!"

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(End of this chapter)