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Chapter 1230 The world in the painting (2)

No, when people enter the painting, it is a plot that only exists in myths and legends. In reality, this situation will never happen.

I subconsciously held the cat in my arms, stood up and watched around, and warned myself:

Everything here is illusory. According to the direction, I can only be on the terrace on the top floor of the 28th floor of the residential building. Before finding a way to break the illusion, I must be cautious step by step. If I make a mistake in the line, it is difficult to guarantee that it will become a pile of meat filling caused by gravity.

Looking around, not only is there no trace of the picture scroll, but there is nowhere to be found in the door and attic.

I heard the sound of water constantly. After a moment of hesitation, I walked slanted forward along the sound of water.

The more I walked, I became more and more shocked and suspicious. The feeling of stepping on the ground was really hard to tell whether it was illusory. Moreover, although I followed the steps along the way, I had walked thirty or fifty steps, which was at least thirty or forty meters. There was no obvious turning point. Even if the terrace and the rooftop were not separated as a whole, not to mention the edge of the roof, there should be at least cliffs. Why are you still wandering around in the endless mountains and forests?

The sound of water is getting closer and closer, and I subconsciously speed up my pace, turned over a dense forest, and a turbulent mountain stream appeared in front of me.

After walking to the stream, I observed for a while, I finally couldn't help but squat down, snatched a handful of stream water with one hand, and slapped it on my face.

The cold stream made me clearer, but I also realized that it was not like illusion at this moment.

Wake up for a moment, and the tingling sensation of choking and throat was always there, and the breathing was sore in the nose.

As soon as I touched the water, the pain became clearer and stronger. I put down the cat and picked up the water and poured it into my mouth.

After a few handfuls of water, although it was still difficult to open the mouth, the pain also relieved a little.

I was about to take a few more sips when the cat suddenly "meowed" and ran quickly in one direction.

I felt something was wrong, so I quickly got up and chased after me.

I was not worried about stepping on the air when there was a raccoon cat leading the way, but after running behind the cat, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

The cat's movement speed is much faster than that of humans. At present, the cat is clearly running with its four legs open. How can I still keep up?

Also, the fur of this cat just now was as bright as shining satin, so why did it become dull now? And even a few of the hairs became bald?

Unpredictable, the man had already followed the raccoon cat over a hill.

I was thinking about something else, but I didn't notice that I was stumbled on something under my feet and fell down.

The body was soft, as if it was pressing something. When I held up my upper body, I almost fainted when I saw it.

What I pressed against was actually a dead body!

I am very familiar with the corpse.

Looking at the surface of the dead body, I immediately determined that this person had not been dead for a long time.

The last thing I should be afraid of is the dead corpse, but looking at the corpse in front of me, I felt cold limbs and difficulty breathing, as if I was on the verge of death.

The source that made me so frightened was the clothes on the body of the dead.

Light brown sweater, dark blue straight jeans...

This is clearly what I saw Wang Xinfeng changed through spiritual awareness not long ago.

However, the dead man who was pressed under my body and had corpses on his face and neck was a gray-haired old woman!

After a closer look, although her face was old, it was somewhat similar to Wang Xinfeng.

I suddenly remembered something and raised my head suddenly.

After discovering the dead body, Xiaofu, a raccoon, had stopped and was watching here less than three meters away.

Xiaofu was adopted by Sang Lan a year ago. At that time, he was just a half-large stray cat, and it was difficult to deal with a mouse.

Sang Lan's family had good food, and in just half a year, the cat became fat and powerful. But no matter what, time would not change. At best, it can only be said that Xiao Fu was in his prime.

But now it seems that the fur in front of the cat is dull and the bald spots are actually looking old.

Why did it suddenly become an old cat?

No wonder it tried its best just now, and I could still catch up with it.

After a moment of stammering, I suddenly shivered.

This old cat is Xiaofu undoubtedly. The cat has grown old... Is it Wang Xinfeng who tripped my female corpse?!

Finally, I couldn't help but feel extremely puzzled, and reached out to unbutton the buckle of the corpse jeans and pulled the zipper down half.

When I turned over the dead body, I realized that what I had done just now was a bit redundant.

This dead body has become very shriveled because it is old. Even if it doesn't unbutton it, it can easily peel off the jeans.

With my hands that could not be suppressed, I lifted up the dead man's sweater and took the back of the jeans down. The situation I saw made me feel a little relieved.

I remember that through spiritual sense, I saw that Wang Xinfeng's tattoo was located near her crotch at the back of her waist. Now there is no tattoo on the same part of the corpse.

This proves that although the old woman looks a little similar to Wang Xinfeng, she is not Wang Xinfeng herself.

But the question that followed was that the corpse was not Wang Xinfeng, so where did it come from?

Her facial features are so similar to Wang Xinfeng. Could it be Wang Xinfeng's mother?

A picture appeared in my mind. The old man was staying at home, waiting for his wife and daughter to come home from get off work. However, behind the door leading to the terrace, a strange picture suddenly appeared. The old man entered the painting before us.

Whether it is the world in the painting or the way to enter this "world", it is enough to be shocking. I am "informed and terrified" and still amazed. How could an old woman bear this strange situation? Because of this, Wang Xinfeng's mother could not find the way back, and eventually died on the hill.

Actually, I know it myself. This speculation is very far-fetched, and there are too many loopholes. But I still subconsciously think so.

Because, I really can't accept it, and I dare not agree with another possibility

——When entering the world in this painting, people and animals will grow old quickly.

——This is true for the raccoon Xiaofu, and so is Wang Xinfeng.

——This dead body is Wang Xinfeng. She has no tattoo at all, but I saw it wrong.

——Wang Xinfeng aged quickly as soon as she entered the painting, and eventually couldn't hold on and died in the mountains and forests.

I warned myself not to go in this direction because this possibility is undoubtedly more terrifying than encountering any monster.

But the brain will not deceive itself. The more you don’t want to face it, the more you can’t control yourself.

After Xiaofu made a hoarse cry, my heart trembled violently.

Xiaofu has become an old cat. Will I become aging unknowingly like it?

Also, Bai Jing went upstairs with Wang Xinfeng. If the dead body was Wang Xinfeng, what about Bai Jing people?

Men never carry makeup mirrors on their bodies, but under the invasion of huge fear, my brain has a pathological rapid response.

It seems that since some point, I have always carried a mirror on my body.

I took off my backpack in a panic and took out the Yin-Yang bone-transparent mirror that was unknown. When I looked at the bronze mirror, I couldn't help but moaned and sat on the ground.
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