Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 193 Hidden Paintings in the Hidden Grid!

Lan Ziming's hand slipped across the closed hollow wooden door seemingly inadvertently, and spiritual power flowed from the fingertips, forming an invisible seal on the door lock.

"Why are you in a daze?" Su Xiaoxiao didn't see Lan Ziming following up for a long time, but when she turned around, she saw him still standing motionless outside the ancestral hall.

"Let me see if the door is closed properly. Don't let ghosts and snake spirits disturb the ancestors' sleep in broad daylight." Lan Ziming turned his head and showed a big smile to Su Xiaoxiao.

"Oh, is it closed?" Su Xiaoxiao made a gesture to go back to check.

"It's closed, of course it's closed, and I don't want to see who locked it." Lan Ziming smiled brighter, followed Su Xiaoxiao a few steps, and pushed her to another room, "We still have There are so many rooms to visit, and I have to leave before dark, otherwise the dead fox will have to make me a specimen."

"When did you become so afraid of him?" Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him suspiciously. The two of them almost had a fight just now. If she hadn't suddenly asked about the whereabouts of Grandpa, the two of them probably haven't decided yet.

"Isn't this for the peace of the world?" Lan Zi Minglang laughed, and pushed open the wooden door of the next room.

When Su Xiaoxiao saw the door opened, she poked half of her head in first, looked around the room at the door, and after confirming that it was an ordinary bedroom, she walked in.

"It's good that you haven't flattened this village." Su Xiaoxiao complained mercilessly while turning her head and looking around the house.

With their attitude just now, if they really fought, this Ning'an Village might disappear from this world.

Su Xiaoxiao, who was preoccupied with the decoration of the room, didn't notice the dark and unclear look that flashed across Lan Ziming's face after she finished saying this.

"This should be the girl's room." Immediately afterwards, Lan Ziming changed the subject calmly.

"Well, probably." Su Xiaoxiao nodded her head in agreement, and after a general inspection, this room was indeed likely to be a woman's boudoir.

On the ancient dressing table not far from the bed, there are women's rouge and gouache.

As for ancient cosmetics, Su Xiaoxiao became interested, so she reached out and opened boxes to study.

Lan Ziming followed behind her, watching quietly.

There was a momentary silence in the room.

And the Su Family Ancestral Hall a few rooms away from this room is quietly undergoing decay and changes.

First, the paint on the wall peeled off in an instant, exposing the wood on the inner layer, and then through the neatly arranged spiritual tablets, they suddenly became crooked, and some spiritual tablets were still incomplete and covered with spider webs.

The roof tiles have also been pierced by rainwater due to the long years, and sunlight penetrates into the house through the cracks in the broken tiles.

There was dust everywhere in the house. ． ． ． ． ．

This scene is the real Su family's ancestral hall. No one has taken care of it for hundreds of years. The Su family's ancestral hall has long been dilapidated like the houses outside.

There was nothing found in this room, Su Xiaoxiao closed the last rouge box, and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a mechanism turning in the room, and Su Xiaoxiao's leaving footsteps stopped.

It turned out that Lan Ziming accidentally touched the candlestick, and accidentally opened the hidden mechanism of the room blanket.

A piece of the smooth wall on the dressing table was suddenly recessed, and a scroll-like thing was pushed out.

According to the general routine of film and television dramas, hidden weapons will be issued when taking things from the hidden compartment. Su Xiaoxiao, who thinks she has the foresight, has long been hiding behind the bookshelf.

however,
A certain person's evasion work was done so well, who would have thought that Lan Ziming would take out the scroll without much effort.

Nothing happened.

"Looks like a painting." Seeing Su Xiaoxiao hanging on the bookshelf in the posture of an octopus, Lan Ziming suppressed a smile, walked up to her, and handed over the painting.

"What painting?" Su Xiaoxiao didn't feel her weird posture, she stood up straight, took the scroll, and slowly spread it out. ． ． ． ． ．
(End of this chapter)