Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"What do you think the gray fog is?" Er Dongchen asked.

"The townspeople in the small town?" Ding Mu said what he had guessed, "The townspeople in the small town have undergone rounds of evolution and become what they are now."

"How should I put it? Your guess isn't wrong, but it's not all right." Er Dongchen said, "It is true that some of the townspeople have turned into the current gray fog."

The bodies of some townspeople formed the current gray mist.

Another part of the townspeople huddled in this town.

"I'll take you to have a look, and you'll know." Er Dongchen glanced at the young man and raised his hand casually.

Ding Mu only felt a blur in front of his eyes, he closed his eyes subconsciously, and the feeling of weightlessness quickly rushed to his brain. There is also a sense of security.

He opened his eyes and stared at the house in front of him.

Er Dongchen changed from a whirlwind to a person beside him. To some extent, his body was also mist, but the color and concentration were more than an order of magnitude higher than that of the townspeople here.

"Is this the mayor's house?" Ding Mu looked at the house, which was a little smaller than the temple. Although it was old, it looked more grand than the houses of the townspeople.

In the entire town, the only person who can use such a big house is the mayor.

"Yes, don't make a sound, open your eyes and look in." Er Dongchen warned in a low voice, "I will add an added value to you so that you can see inside. Remember to focus your eyes on one focus."

Ding Mu nodded, he felt a cold gaseous substance slowly enveloping his eyes, as if trying to gouge out his eyeballs, he drilled in, the whole eyeballs were wrapped in the cold silk, During this process, the fog and the wall in front of him became thinner and more transparent in his eyes.

He did as Er Dong Chen told him just now, focused his eyes, looked into the transparent wall, and saw a place that looked like a living room, with his back to the wall sitting an old man reading a book, He was short and fat, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Apart from him, only a few stiff-bodied servants moved about in the whole house.

"I seem to see the mayor, but his back is facing this way, so I can't see what he looks like." Ding Mu said.

"Wait a minute, what else do you see?" Er Dongchen asked.

"I saw a few servants, the kind with very stiff bodies. This is his bedroom. No one is in it. The curtains are drawn. This is a place like a study. There is a portrait in it, which is painted... ..." He suddenly stopped talking.

Because the person painted on that portrait is not someone else, judging from his face and posture, it is his father, Ding Shen.

Why did I see this face here again?

What does Ding Shen have to do with this place?

"Drawing what?" Er Dongchen seemed to really not know what abnormality he saw, he just asked in a normal tone.

"My dad, there is a portrait of my dad." Ding Mu said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the people behind him laugh out loud as if he couldn't help it. Although the voice was still lowered, it was still very obvious to the ears of the people who were close to him.

"Did you see it? Good eyesight." He praised, "It's really a pity. If it was before, I might have changed my mind."

Change your mind, what's your idea?

"That is indeed your father, not Bai Heze pretending to be." He explained.

"What does he have to do with this place? Why is he here? Why is there a portrait of him in the mayor's study?" Ding Mu hurriedly asked three sentences.On the other side, the mayor with his back turned to them slowly got up as if he sensed something.

The face slowly turned towards the wall where his face could be seen clearly.

Ding Mu has two things in mind, and he simply doesn't know which side to focus on.

Turn around, turn around.

His heart clenched, and he looked over there expectantly.

The mayor showed a face exactly like the one in the photo.

Ding Mu breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know what he was expecting and what he was missing now. Could it be that Ding Shen was the mayor?

"His face is almost exactly the same as in the photo." He said to the man next to him, and he felt a little strange after speaking, "When was that photo taken?"

Er Dongchen accepted the spell and stopped showing him the scene inside. He took out the photo from his pocket, handed it to him, and asked, "When do you think it was taken?"

The photo felt prickly to the touch, and the edges became hairy and no longer smooth because of the smog. The portrait could not be seen clearly, and the white parts inside were no longer white, and began to wrinkle and turn yellow.

The age of this photo should not be short.

"In a few years?" he asked.

"Almost, after all, within a few years, your dad came and messed up the mayor." Er Dongchen pointed to the mayor standing at position C above, sighed, and said, "This was once a A powerful person, but his heart is not very good."

Shengsheng turned a living place into a dead town.

"What does this have to do with my dad?" Ding Mu was puzzled.

"Don't you think this mayor looks like everyone else?" he asked.

When Ding Mu mentioned it to him, he realized that the mayor's face was not different from the one in the photo. He looked different from the townspeople, and the townspeople didn't look like human beings, but he, It is too personal!