Chapter 239: . This product is not human [5]

Longzhong Tomb: This goods is not human [5]
Su Yudan's eyes widened. When was Di Lin so humorous. [26nbsp;]
Di Lin's deep voice continued: "After turning into the back, the portrait in the painting moves forward. What you see now is that the portrait is in the thick fog, and it feels like the portrait in the painting, is walking. Going into the dense fog, it was not a feeling, but she was really moving forward. Although her movements were very slow, it is undeniable that she was moving forward! "
Seeing that Di Lin did not mean any jokes, Su Yumiao was also confused: "Where is she going to go, may I ask?"
Di Lin said in a low voice: "Walk into the thick fog, the deepest place there."
Su Yumian nodded: "It sounds very mysterious and romantic."
Emperor Lin hummed: "This is true. When the person in the painting walks into the dense fog and is completely covered by the dense fog, she will come out."
Su Fangfei said: "It's nothing but this picture is the crown prince Zhou in this coffin-Chao."
"It's not too stupid for you." Di Lin looked at the little slave with a strong curiosity involuntarily. "Someone should have locked her in this painting." As for why this important painting will be Placed beside the corpse, he hadn't figured it out yet.
Su Nanwu took a deep breath. She took a deep breath because she felt the mystery of the matter and exceeded her expectations, but when she took a deep breath, she suddenly smelled a faint fragrance!
That made her immediately certain that this special fragrance was the kind of fragrance exuded from the mysterious painting. Suddenly she realized that the scent wasn't very good. At the end, she saw Di Lin's pretty face, and then she disappeared.
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Faint and dull, as if there were countless big speakers shouting at himself, Su Yunu slowly climbed up. There was no one around, only two tents not far from her. Fortunately, the surroundings were quite bright. She could see that she was in an unfamiliar stone room. The stone room was very wide, with flat walls and square shapes. The zenith and ground were meticulously processed. The ground was wet and slippery, covered with moss.
"Is there anyone?" Su Yuwu shouted a few times but no one answered, and she decided to go to the tent without hesitation.
As soon as she entered, the scene in front made her stiff.
There was a sleeping bag in the tent. The sleeping bag was covered with bullet holes and some black things oozed out.
Su Yumu didn't move or speak, just staring at the thing in the sleeping bag coldly, with an ominous hunch.
She should have been fascinated by the things in the incense, probably because of the painting.
As for others, why is she left here alone? More importantly, who is in the sleeping bag? still is?
Su Yudan was sweating, and she decided to go to another tent first.
When she entered, she was scared, her face was scarlet, and she took a breath. She was a person in this tent. She looked at the person's face subconsciously, and suddenly felt a cool air flow from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head. The skin on the skin has turned into a piece of blue-black, and the muscles on the face are twisted, and the eyes are bleeding with tears, like seeing something extremely horrible.
He was dead, and died in such a strange standing posture.
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