this world? The original world!
After hearing Mo Qinan's words, several people immediately gathered around: "What do you know? Just now you shouted that you were alive. Could it be that... are there many dead people in this world?"
Lin Bowen on the side suddenly asked timidly, his delicate face full of fear.
"They are not dead people, because dead people at least have souls and are called ghosts. But they don't even have their own souls. I think they should be called people in the painting!"
The person in the painting!
Hearing Mo Qinan's words, several people, including Ning Huanxin, widened their eyes.
Could it be that this place is so beautiful, is it really a world of paintings? But why do they enter the world of a painting, and how do they get out of here
Seeing the surprised expressions on several people's faces, Mo Qinan sighed: "Actually, I can see that you are also new here. I am actually only more than a month ahead of you. A month ago, in Jingxin A tourist found a white skeleton at the foot of the mountain of the temple. I was responsible for collecting the bones at the site that day, but I missed my footing at the foot of the mountain. When I woke up, I was in this world."
Speaking of this, Mo Qinan sighed: "I just fainted for a short time. When I woke up, I found that all my colleagues around me were gone and the bones were gone. I was still wondering why they abandoned me. I was alone, and it wasn’t until I got in the car back to the city bureau that I felt something was wrong.”
The usually busy city bureau has become empty, without any trace of Yihao's popularity.
At that moment, even though Mo Qinan's psychological quality was extremely good, he was extremely shattered.
He returned to his home, but he couldn't enter the door or see his family. From the street, the world looked very busy with traffic, but when you sit down and look carefully, you will find that A very scary thing.
Pedestrians and vehicles on the street are all fixed and have their own fixed trajectories. They 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 everywhere. I even stole a car and tried to drive on the highway. But, do you know what I saw? When I left the city, everything was pitch black. There is no sky, no earth, and no roads at all! That’s why I call this the world of painting.”
In the world of paintings, everything that can be seen is what is painted in the paintings, and the places that are not in the paintings are just chaotic darkness...
"how so?"
If what Mo Qinan said is true, then this place is really terrible.
"How did you survive for more than a month?"
At this time, Ning Huanxin suddenly asked a question.
There is only one person in Mo Qinan. How did he survive in this world of paintings
Hearing Ning Huanxin's question, Mo Qinan couldn't help but smile: "Didn't I just tell you? I have traveled all over the world, and I found that the world is not very big, except for the urban area of Nanyun City and The several suburban villages and towns under its jurisdiction were all in chaos and darkness, with no way to go. I wandered back and forth in these places. Later, I discovered that only the small village at the foot of Jingxin Temple was viable. , although there are many fixed people doing fixed things there, I found that it is the same as our previous world. Restaurants and hotels are open. You can buy a lot of things there, stay, eat, and watch. When you wake up, it's the same as before, but once you get out of that village, you'll find that the outside world, which is so prosperous, is actually a dead city."
At this point, Mo Qinan's tone became lower and lower: "If you don't believe it, you can try it. The airport, train station, and bus station are all closed. The only one that actually runs every day is from the city to Jingxin Temple. Those buses.”