Chapter 109: 109: The World of Painting

this world? The original world!
Hearing Mo Qinan's words, a few people immediately gathered around: "What do you know? Just now you yelled that you are a living person. Could it be...are there many dead people in this world?"
Lin Bowen on the side suddenly asked a little timidly, her delicate face was already full of panic.
"They are not dead people, because dead people have souls at least. They are called ghosts, and they don't even have their own souls. I think they should be called people in the painting!"
The man in the picture!
Upon hearing Mo Qinan's words, several people, including Ning Huanxin, opened their eyes wide.
Is it so beautiful here, is it really the world of painting? But why, they will walk into the world of a painting, and how do they get out of here?
Seeing the surprised expressions of several people, Mo Qinan sighed: "Actually, I can see that you are also new here. I am actually only more than a month earlier than you. A month ago, at Jingxin A visitor found a bone at the foot of the temple. I was responsible for collecting it on the spot that day. But I stepped on the ground at the foot of the mountain and I was in this world when I woke up."
Speaking of this, Mo Qinan sighed: "I just fainted for a while. When I woke up, I found that my colleagues around were gone and the bones were gone. I wondered why they left me. Alone, I didn't feel right until I got back to the city office by car."
The busy city council on weekdays has become empty, without a trace of popularity.
At that moment, even if Mo Qinan's psychological qualities were superb, he was extremely broken.
He returned to his home, but he couldn't get in the door, and he couldn't see his family. The world is so busy from the street, but when you sit down, take a closer look, and take a closer look, you will find A terrible thing.
Pedestrians and vehicles on the street are fixed and have their own fixed trajectories. They will do the same thing on the same day and at the same time every day.

I’ve been here for a month and I’ve traveled all over the place. I even stole a car and planned to drive on the highway. But, do you know what I saw? Out of the city, it’s dark all around. Heaven, no earth, and no road at all! That’s why I call this the world of painting."
In the world of painting, all you can see is drawn on the painting, and the place not on the painting is just a chaotic darkness...
"How could this be?"
If what Mo Qinan said is true, then this place is really terrible.
"How did you survive this month?"
At this time, Ning Huanxin suddenly asked a question.
There is only one person in Mo Qinan. How did he survive in this painting world?
Hearing Ning Huanxin’s question, Mo Qinan couldn’t help but smile:
Didn’t I just tell you? I’ve traveled all over the world, and I found that this world is not very big, except for the urban areas of Nanyun In the several suburban villages and towns under its jurisdiction, other places are chaotic and pitch black, and there is no way to go. I just wandered around in these places. Later I found out that only the small village under the Jingxinsi Mountain can live in. Although there are many regular people doing regular things there, I found that restaurants and hotels are open like our previous world. You can buy a lot of things there, and you can stay and eat there. It’s the same as before, but once you walk out of the village, you will find that the outside world is full of prosperity, and it’s actually a dead city."
Speaking of this, Mo Qinan’s tone is getting lower and lower: "If you don’t believe me, you can try. The airport, railway station, and bus station are all closed. The only thing that really runs every day is from the city to Jingxin Temple. Those buses."