"What kind of handwriting can make a painting have spirit?"
Zhou Heng thought to himself, then walked forward and looked at the painting with a solemn look in his eyes.
Because he also saw a hall in the painting.
A painting also floated out from the entrance of Zhou Heng Hall.
He came to the entrance and saw a man who was also observing the painting.
“Something’s wrong!”
Zhou Heng thought to himself and stepped back suddenly: "Not good!"
He just took a step back and felt dizzy.
"call!"
At this moment, golden threads appeared in the painting and began to flow towards him.
"still!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhou Heng roared angrily.
However, this time his skills didn't work.
After he controlled time, the thread could still fly towards him.
In the blink of an eye, his entire body was covered.
"What's going on? What is this thing?!"
Zhou Heng began to fight back vigorously.
But no matter how he struggled, it was of no avail.
"call!"
“Swish!”
Finally, the whole person suddenly disappeared.
I was swallowed up by this painting.
It was at this time that people rushed up one after another.
“Where did it go!”
"Damn it, where is that bastard just now!"
"Find him! I must tear this guy into pieces!"
“…”
After everyone came forward, cursing and looking for Zhou Heng.
But they found nothing.
At this time, Murong Xue also rushed over.
Looking at the suspended painting, it caught her attention.
He took a closer look and said, "Hey, look, this painting is really magical, it actually has spiritual energy!"
“It feels like the people here are still moving?”
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