Chapter 109: The World of Painting

This world? The original world!

Hearing Mo Qinan's words, several people immediately surrounded him: "What do you know? Just now you shouted that you are alive. Could it be that... there are many dead people in this world?"

Lin Bowen, who was standing by, suddenly asked timidly, his handsome face full of fear.

"They are not dead people, because dead people at least have souls, which are called ghosts, but they don't even have their own souls. I think they should be called people in the painting!"

The person in the painting! Hearing Mo Qinan's words, several people, including Ning Huanxin, widened their eyes.

Could it be that this place is so beautiful, is it really a world of painting? But why did they walk into the world of a painting, and how can they get out of here?

Seeing the surprised expressions on the faces of several people, Mo Qinan sighed: "Actually, I can see that you are also new here. I am only one month older than you. A month ago, a tourist found a skeleton at the foot of the mountain of Jingxin Temple. I was responsible for collecting the bones on the spot that day, but I missed a step at the foot of the mountain. When I woke up, I was in this world."

Speaking of this, Mo Qinan sighed: "I was only unconscious for a short while. When I woke up, I found that all my colleagues around me were gone, and Bai Gu was gone. I was wondering why they left me alone. When I took a car back to the Municipal Bureau, I felt something was wrong."

The usually busy city bureau became deserted, without a trace of human presence.

At that moment, even though Mo Qinan had excellent psychological quality, he still collapsed.

He returned to his home, but could not enter the room, nor could he see his family. From the street, the world seems very busy with traffic, but when you sit down and look carefully and seriously for a while, you will find something very scary.

The pedestrians and vehicles on the street are all fixed, with their own fixed trajectories. They do the same thing at the same time on the same day every day.

"I've been here for a month and have traveled everywhere. I even stole a car and planned to drive it on the highway. But do you know what I saw? Outside the city, it was pitch black all around. There was no sky, no ground, and no roads at all! That's why I call this place the world of painting."

In the world of paintings, all you can see is what is painted on the paintings, and the places that are not painted on the paintings are just a chaotic blackness...

"how so?"

If what Mo Qinan said was true, then this place was really terrifying.

"How did you survive for more than a month?"

At this time, Ning Huanxin suddenly asked a question.

Mo Qinan is alone. How did he survive in this world of painting? Hearing Ning Huanxin's question, Mo Qinan couldn't help but smile: "Didn't I just tell you? I have traveled all over this world. I found that this world is not very big. Except for the urban area of ​​Nanyun City and several suburban villages and towns under its jurisdiction, other places are chaotic and dark. There is no road to go. I wandered around these places. Later, I found that only the small village at the foot of the Jingxin Temple Mountain is livable. Although there are many regular people doing regular things there, I found that it is the same as our previous world. Restaurants and hotels are open. You can buy a lot of things there, stay in hotels and eat there. It looks the same as before, but once you walk out of that village, you will find that the outside world is prosperous but actually a dead city."

At this point, Mo Qinan's tone became lower and lower: "If you don't believe it, you can try it. The airport, train station, and bus station are all closed. The only buses that really run every day are those from the city to Jingxin Temple."

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