My Master is Lin Zhengying

Nan Chen frowned:

"I can't guarantee [-] percent, but I think so.

At this rate, there are still three hours at most.

Mr. Ren's paintings will disappear here.

If they rushed to Mingtai Town at this time, it would be too late. "

"But Junior Brother, there is nothing we can do here?"

Qiusheng opened his mouth.

But Nan Chen suddenly pointed to the finger print on the painting and said:

"Look at this finger print, I just took a closer look and smelled it.

The blood on this fingerprint is obviously new.

In other words, this blood fingerprint was newly pressed.

And this painting is the love of Master Ren.

No one can touch it.

It can be seen from this that the blood fingerprint was pressed by Master Ren himself.

If I'm not wrong.

As long as we also press the blood fingerprints, we will definitely feel the specialness of this painting. "

"Oh? Then what are we waiting for, let's give it a try!"

Wen Cai hurriedly opened his mouth, and found a fruit knife on the table in the room.

There was still traces of blood on the fruit knife.

Most likely, it was left by Ren Fa himself.

Nan Chen took the fruit knife and wiped it with his clothes.

"Let me try it first!"

After finishing speaking, Nan Chen cut a small cut on his finger without any hesitation.

Blood seeps.

Nan Chen didn't hesitate, and directly pressed his bloody finger on the painting.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at everything in front of them.

Nan Chen himself was still a little nervous.

These are all his own speculations.

As for whether there will really be any changes after the bloody handprint is pressed, he is still not sure.

However, the moment Nan Chen's bloody fingers touched the drawing paper.

A strange scene appeared.

Nan Chen only felt that the direct fingers seemed to be absorbed.

Blood, constantly being sucked by this painting.

With the infusion of blood, the ink landscape painting seems to have rejuvenated at this time.

It gradually gained color.

"Quick, look, this painting is changing color."

"That's right, the mountain is green..."

"Water, water seems to be moving.

"Look, the trees in that painting are shaking..."

"..."

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Everyone present was surprised to see everything in front of them.

I just feel that these are very incredible.

This is just a painting, how could it move by itself?

However, everything in the painting really moved.

Not only did it move, but it also colored naturally and became colorful.

But Nan Chen felt that the painting was sucking its blood.

The blood volume is not a lot, but more is the essence.

At this moment, Nan Chen finally understood.