Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

The moment he passed through the wooden door, Su Chen felt the distortion of lines similar to that of walking through the ghost road.

He stepped in and stood still, and there was a grayness in front of him.

Gray clouds, a non-glaring sun, gray trees and crops, and gray thatched houses and people.

Here, it seems that all colors have been swallowed up, leaving only pure black, white and gray.

It seems that... I didn't hear any sound.

Su Chen opened his mouth: "What's going on?"

As a result, he couldn't hear these four words.

Is it really the world in the painting?

Because it is just a simple stone carving, there is no color and sound.

Even under the eyes of the sky, it is almost gray here, and the air of death is everywhere.

That's right, the painting is a dead thing, and the world in the painting is naturally not too vivid.

Su Chen looked around and found that three people were jogging towards him.

One of them was holding a sand table in his arms. After seeing Su Chen, the man took a thin and short branch and wrote on the sand table quickly, and quickly showed it to Su Chen.

There were several crooked traditional Chinese characters on it: "What's your last name?"

"Su."

Su Chen answered.

After a pause, he remembered that there was no sound here, so he had to take the thin short branch and write on the sand table.

The three tilted their heads and looked carefully, shaking their heads.

Don't know?

Su Chen reacted and wrote the traditional Chinese character for Su again. This time, the three people's gray faces were full of excitement.

The man holding the sand table forced himself to calm down and wrote another sentence on the sand table: "Can you take us out?"

Su Chen noticed that the three people were all young boys.

As if to persuade, the man scratched the words written on the sand table and wrote a new sentence: "We heard from outsiders that the world outside is very exciting."

The words were disrupted again, and another sentence was written on the sand table: "Have you seen an airplane or a ship?"

Su Chen was stunned and nodded.

The three boys were surprised and excited, and they almost turned around in excitement.

Soon, another sentence was written on the sand table: "Can you take us away from here? We want to go out and have a look."

Su Chen's eyes darkened.

"No."

"Why?" The boy reluctantly wrote three words on the sand table.

But soon, he wrote again in a frustrated tone: "Isn't your surname Su? Aren't you a destined person?"

Destined person?

Su Chen asked on the sand table.

The boy suppressed his reluctance, put the sand table on the ground, and began to write.

The other two boys were not idle. They smoothed the soil on the ground with bare feet, found branches and began to write.

Su Chen looked here and there for a long time before nodding.

It turned out to be a prophecy left by their ancestors, saying that three hundred years later, a destined person named Su would come here and lead them out of this secluded place.

"Escape from the world?" Su Chen asked them.

"Yes, our ancestors hid here during the Wanli period to avoid the flood, but they couldn't get out after entering."

Su Chen frowned slightly.

This mountain is on the edge of Wuxi Town.

Wuxi, as the name suggests, is the place where five streams converge. The terrain here is low. Once a flood occurred in ancient times, the casualties would be countless.

No wonder their ancestors took them in for refuge.

But, when they took refuge, did they know that this was a world in the painting?

Su Chen wrote down his doubts.

The three teenagers shook their heads together, obviously not knowing the reason.

Sighing, Su Chen looked at the house in the distance and said, "Who is the oldest here? Can you take me to see it?"

The teenager nodded, picked up the sand table and led Su Chen to the other end of the house with his friends.

During the period, Su Chen noticed that the teenagers repeatedly made various movements with their hands.

He understood.

This world in the painting should be communicated by sign language.

He could intuitively feel the meaning of some movements, but he couldn't figure out some of them.

When he arrived in front of the house, Su Chen glanced and saw two people tied under a big tree.

Under the Sky Eye, the death aura on them only permeated the periphery, and the rest of the aura was normal.

Su Chen observed carefully.

Strange faces, unknown.

"Are they outsiders?"

Su Chen asked on the sand table.

The boy replied: "Yes."

So... are they the two fleeing Xuan Masters?

Then why can't I see any trace of Dao power under the Sky Eye? Or...

Su Chen walked up quickly, and just as he was about to search the two people, a man rushed over from the side and pulled his arm excitedly.

Su Chen: "!!!"

He turned his head and met Huang Xin'an's excited gray face.

"Master, Master, you are finally here!"

Huang Xin'an almost cried on the spot: "Master, please take us away from here quickly, what kind of ghost world is this? The underworld?"

Unfortunately, no matter what he said, the sound could not reach Su Chen's ears.

Huang Xin'an also realized it later, sniffed, wiped his eyes, and smiled at Su Chen.

Su Chen pulled his arm out calmly, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man behind Huang Xinan.

The latter looked much calmer than Huang Xinan. Su Chen motioned him to come closer, squatted down, scratched the ground with the sole of his shoe, and wrote with his finger: "Are you from Jianzhou? Are all 10 here?"

Huang Xinan saw this and also wrote on the side: "Brother Sun, this is the master I mentioned, he is very powerful, we are saved!"

The middle-aged man looked at Huang Xinan's dog-crawling handwriting, and then nodded to Su Chen.

"They are communicating with the elders here to see if they can find a way out."

Elders?

Su Chen nodded, then stood up and clapped his hands, and walked towards the two people again.

After searching for a while, he found a white jade pendant on the neck of one person, and the other person was a little disgusted. He searched for a long time, even the place where the five grains were reincarnated, and finally found a white jade bead on the top of the thing.

Huang Xinan and the three teenagers were stunned.

"No, Master, why did he hide this thing there? Is there any explanation?"

Seeing that Su Chen couldn't hear, Huang Xinan bent down again and wrote down the question.

Su Chen glanced and didn't answer.

Who knows what the explanation is? People who eat big fish and meat are already very fancy!

He threw the white jade bead to Huang Xinan and asked him to wash it clean. He also went to the stream to wash his hands.

It's a pity that he didn't smell anything even after putting his hands on the tip of his nose many times.

Su Chen: "..."

There is no color, no sound, no smell. The life in this world is really more terrible than that world.

I don't know how these people persisted.

Even these three teenagers seemed quite lively.

After putting away the white jade beads washed by Huang Xinan, Su Chen followed Brother Sun to the elders.

The room was now covered with cowhide, sheepskin and bamboo slips.

Huang Xinan glanced and covered his forehead.

Su Chen patiently flipped through them one by one.

This is what they recorded from generation to generation.

It is true that as those teenagers said, they came here to take refuge from the flood during the Wanli period.

But the records here are more detailed.

In the 37th year of Wanli, Wuxi County suffered a once-in-a-century flood. More than a thousand people escaped and came to Qingfeng Mountain. Due to food shortages, the lush Qingfeng Mountain was plucked out in just five days.

They had eaten almost everything they could eat, but the flood had not receded. Seeing that some people were rioting and wanted to rob children and cook them, a man named Li worked day and night for three days to paint on the stone tablet.

On the day the painting was completed, white fog filled the air, and a carved wooden door appeared on the stone tablet. Inside the wooden door, there were tables of delicious food, and the victims poured in.

At first, the world in the painting was colorful. Although there was no sound or smell, there were abundant grass and trees, fish and shrimps in the stream, and rice in the fields.

But gradually, the color faded.

Although the grass and trees were cut down, they were still there, and the fish and shrimps were still in groups after eating, but they clearly felt that something was passing away.

They were more eager to leave here, but they could not find a way.

What was even more terrifying was that every time the woman got pregnant, she always had a miscarriage.

For five whole years, there was no newborn.

Just when they were desperate and some people even started to kill each other, the man named Li came in. In just five years, his face was haggard.

For the past five years, Li Yuanwai has been looking for a way to take them out of the world in the painting. He traveled all over the mountains and rivers, found many strange people, and brought many people to see the stone tablet, but he couldn't do it.

As a last resort, he came in with a heart of apology, just to make up for one or two.

What he made up for was how to make new life in the world of the painting born and continue.

After Su Chen saw the method, he was silent for a long time.

Extract the vitality of the living, condense it, and use it to breed newborns.

Too cruel!

In the 37th year of Wanli, it has been nearly 400 years.

At first, there were still many newborns in the world of the painting, but as the vitality gradually disappeared and the death energy intensified, in recent years, they could only use secret methods to breed three children every 30 years.

Su Chen thought of the three young boys who ran towards him before.

His heart sank.

Because they were all men, even if there was still vitality in this world of the painting, there would probably be no newborns in the next 30 years.

He sighed and met a few pairs of turbid but hopeful old eyes.