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It is such an ancient painting handed down from the ancestors, and it is actually shining at this time.

And the characters in it seem to come to life.

Pu Cunzhi was extremely surprised, but he also realized that this step was extraordinary, and this ancient painting handed down from ancient times was extraordinary.

However, before Pu Cunzhi could be surprised for long, and he didn’t wait long to think about it, suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Who?”

This knock on the door startled Pu Cunzhi slightly.

At the same time, Pu Cunzhi couldn’t help but think in his heart, who can knock on his door at this time?

The Pujia village where he is now is almost a wilderness film, uninhabited, how can someone knock on the door in this situation?

“Who’s out there?” Pu Cunzhi asked loudly.

However, there was no voice outside answering Pu Cunzhi, only a banging knock on the door continued.

This knock on the door was dull and urgent, accompanied by the sound of cold wind whistling outside, which was even more strange.

“Who the hell is out there?” Pu Cunzhi asked loudly again.

However, there was still no voice to answer him, only the sound of a rapid knock on the door and the whistling of a cold wind.

This time, even if Pu Cunzhi’s reaction was sluggish, he felt a little strange.

However, what was even more strange was the sudden knock on the window.

Someone on the other side of his bedroom seemed to be banging outside the window, making a banging sound.

The knock on the door was not interrupted, accompanied by crying and knocking on the window, and it was still remembering, which was creepy and made Pu Cunzhi’s heart feel a little cold.

The scene became more and more strange, knocking on the window and knocking on the door together in a constant hurry, but Pu Cunzhi did not have the courage to open the door, or open the window to see who or something was knocking on his door and window.

Pu Cunzhi’s heart couldn’t help but think of the content of the live news.

On the festival of the Middle Yuan, the ghost door is wide open, the world turns into a ghost, and the ghost is chaotic in the world.

Legendary ghosts are roaming above this world.

“What to do?” Such thoughts flashed through Pu Cunzhi’s mind.

And at this moment, there was suddenly a bright light in the living room.

From beginning to end, Pu Cunzhi never turned on the light in the living room.

The light before came from the ancient painting, and the current light masterpiece also comes from the ancient painting.

Pu Cunzhi turned his head and looked at the ancient scroll hanging in the center of the hall.

This look at Pu Cunzhi was dumbfounded, and all the traces on the original picture scroll seemed to turn into a whirlpool.

The whirlpool is slowly spinning and shining.

Whew!

Bang bang!

Knock knock!

At the same time, the doors and windows made a loud noise at the same time.

A strong cold wind poured in.

Accompanied by a cold wind. There seem to be several blurry figures.

It’s just that Pu Cunzhi just turned around and saw this scene, and the vortex on the ancient picture scroll behind him sped up sharply.

A violent attraction came from above the whirlpool, which directly made Pu Cunzhi unable to help himself, and the whole person flew towards the whirlpool above the ancient painting.

Swish!

For a while, Pu Cunzhi directly lost all perception of the outside world.

…………

“Liuxian.”

“Jianchen.”

“I’shi.”

“Willow Springs.”

“Mr. Chatsai.”

Pu Cunzhi seemed to have heard many shouts, but these shouts were not his own name, but his Pu Songling, who was said to be his ancestor.

Pu Cunzhi, since he was a child, heard the legend of Pu Songling from the mouth of his elders, saying that they are the descendants of Pu Songling and were born with a different mission.

But Pu Cunzhi never had such thoughts in his heart, and he only regarded these stories and legends as stories and legends, and did not put them in his heart.

Moreover, Pu Cunzhi’s elders seemed to have ended their lives early for various reasons in his memory.

It seems like a spell.

“Ugh!”

Pu Cunzhi exclaimed in a low voice, then opened his eyes and woke up.

His memory clearly remembers the moment before he fell into a coma, what he encountered, or what he encountered.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the unusual ancient picture scroll and the various legends in the family.

“Where am I?”

Pu Cunzhi did not think deeply about it, but noticed that his environment was now bright, and he was not in his old house, but in a wild wood.

“Brother? Brother? ”

Pu Cunzhi realized that he was lying on the ground, and a man was looking down at him.

Just at a glance, Pu Cunzhi felt that the person in front of him was extremely familiar.

“Who are you and where is this?” Pu Cunzhi couldn’t help but ask.

“In Xia Ning Caichen, Ben went to Guobei County to collect the bills, but he had no choice but to return, and he had no place to live, so he had to go to Lanruo Temple outside the county for a night stay, but he didn’t expect to see his brother lying on the side of the road.”

“Who is Brother Tai, what happened to him, and why is he lying on the side of the road?”

Pu Cunzhi didn’t care about Ning Caichen’s later words, because his whole person had fallen into an incomparable shock.

Pu Cunzhi also knew why he saw the person in front of him with a strong sense of familiarity.

This hand, Pu Cunzhi has already reacted.

“Ning Caichen? Guobei County? Lanruo Temple? Am I entering the chat?? ”

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