The reborn prostitute will turn the sky

Chapter 440 Strange Tomb Painting

As soon as she finished speaking, Duan Muze snorted and said, "I know what's the mystery here?"

Hearing this, Wang Chenyang's eyes lit up, he looked at Duan Muze and said, "What is it?"

Duan Muze looked at Wang Chenyang and smiled lightly, then pointed to the paintings and said, "You reverse the order, from bottom to top, from left to right."

Wang Chenyang listened to it, and really did it. She followed the order Duanmuze said, from bottom to top, from left to right, and connected the several paintings. After reading it again, Wang Chenyang also found that Mystery.

She exclaimed in surprise, "I see."

Duan Muze smiled and said: "The painter showed off a little thought. We see the paintings in the order of top to bottom, right to left, but he turned them upside down. In this way, we can't see the mystery .”

Wang Chenyang gave a grunt, looked at Duanmuze and said, "Even so, I still don't understand what these paintings really want to express?"

Duan Muze looked at those paintings, and after a long silence, he said, "I think these paintings are to tell a fairy tale."

Wang Chenyang didn't speak, just stared at the painting. After looking at it for a long time, her brows suddenly frowned, she pointed to a corner of the painting in surprise, and said, "Look here."

Duan Muze followed the direction of her fingers, only to see a qin placed there, the structure and color of the qin were exactly the same as the Jiuqin Qin held by Wang Chenyang.

Wang Chenyang looked at Duanmuze in astonishment, and Duanmuze also looked at her, their eyes were full of doubts.

"Why are you here?" Wang Chenyang said in a low voice. She approached the painting and saw the person sitting by the piano. It was a woman in fluttering white clothes with loose long hair, charming eyebrows and eyes, and a clear smile. Qian, holding the Jiuqin Qin with one hand, as if about to play it.

Seeing that her lips were tightly pursed, she seemed to be unhappy about something.

Looking at that person, Wang Chenyang felt a little stuffy in his heart and couldn't breathe.

And here, Duan Muze also made a discovery. He pointed to a corner of the painting and said to Wang Chenyang, "Look here."

Wang Chenyang looked over, and saw only a figure floating in the depths of the bamboo forest, also in fluttering white clothes, but that person was hiding in the bamboo forest, so he couldn't see his face clearly at all.

"It seems to be a voyeur," Wang Chenyang said after watching for a while.

Duan Muze didn't speak, just looked at the white figure without speaking. Seeing that he was silent, Wang Chenyang looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Duan Muze shook his head and said, "I just don't think this painting is that simple. What must it be expressing?"

Wang Chenyang let out a sound, and continued to look at the painting, but she couldn't see anything, so she had to turn her gaze to the next painting.

In the next painting, it is still the woman in white. She has rolled up her long hair and is standing by a well. She lowered her head and doesn't know what she is looking at. She has a troubled complexion, as if she saw something unhappy. matter.

Wang Chenyang let go of his gaze, and found two figures in the corner, one in white clothes and the other in red clothes, but they were still hiding in the jungle, and they couldn't see their faces clearly, but felt that the two people seemed to be facing towards the woman in white clothes. The direction came in a hurry, as if to stop something.

Wang Chenyang gasped, frowned, looked at Duan Muze and said, "Look at the connection between these two paintings, I really don't know what they want to say?"

Duan Muze chuckled lightly and said, "Be patient, you will know if you look down."

Wang Chenyang let out a cry, and really went to see the next painting, which was simpler. The woman in white had already changed into red at this time, and she was sitting in front of the state, only to see that her expression was still tangled She looked at herself in the mirror, holding a wooden comb in her hand, and her tightly clenched fingers revealed her angry thoughts.

"Are you going to get married?" Wang Chenyang said.

Duan Muze looked at the woman and saw that there seemed to be a phoenix crown next to her. It seemed that she was really going to marry someone. Looking at her phoenix crown and xiapei, she was either rich or noble, and the identity of the person she wanted to marry was not simple.

He looked at the painting, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and he looked very unhappy. There was a stone in his heart that was getting more and more blocked, and he felt inexplicably sad, even he couldn't explain why?
Wang Chenyang sighed, and said: "Seeing her reluctance, she must marry someone who doesn't want to marry. It's really pitiful."

"Who knows?" Duan Muze replied.

Continue to look down, only to see that the style of the painting changes, that is, into the darkness, the woman is still wearing the red dress, squatting on a rock, I don't know what she is writing, only the corners of her lips are slightly curved, and finally With a slight smile, seeing her happy appearance, she must be writing something happy.

Seeing the woman smiling, her brows and eyes filled with happiness, she could tell that she was really happy, but Wang Chenyang noticed something unusual, she pointed to the painting, there was a bridge behind the woman, There is a river under the bridge, and the river is full of flowers. That flower is not common, but Wang Chenyang has seen it in a book. It is a kind of flower that often blooms beside the Sansheng River in hell, Manzhushahua , also known as the other shore flower.

Wang Chenyang's voice was low, and he said: "The Bana flower only blooms in the underworld. From this point of view, this woman is in the underworld, and the stone in front of her should be the Sansheng stone. Many people will be on the Sansheng stone when they are reincarnated. Write down what you want to say, and when you are reincarnated in the next life, when passing by, you won’t forget the things in the previous life.”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Duanmuze and said, "I think I know, what are these paintings talking about?"

Duanmuze still didn't understand, looked at Wang Chenyang and asked, "What did you see?"

Wang Chenyang sighed slightly, and said, "Do you still remember that weird man we saw at the altar?"

Thinking of that feminine man, Duan Muze's face showed a burst of disgust, but he still nodded and said, "I remember."

Wang Chenyang said again: "I remember that he once called me Xihuang, and Xihuang seems to be holding a nine Qinqin, look at this woman."

She pointed to the woman in the first painting, and her hand was the Jiu Qinqin.

Duan Muze looked at it and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

Wang Chenyang sighed, and said: "I think what we are talking about here is the matter of Xihuang, the emotional entanglement between her and Feng Ji, and that unknown man thousands of years ago, you forgot, that person once said, Xi Chun once wrote Feng Ji's name on the Sansheng Stone."

(End of this chapter)