Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades Chapter 109: 109: The World of Painting

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This world? The original world!

Hearing what Mo Qinan said, a few people immediately gathered around: "What the **** do you know? Just now you yelled that you are a living person. Could it be...are there many dead people in this world?"

Lin Bowen on the side suddenly asked a little timidly, and her delicate face was already full of horror.

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

The man in the picture!

Hearing what Mo Qinan said, several people, including Ning Huanxin, opened their eyes wide.

Is it so beautiful here, is it really the world of painting? But why, they will walk into the world of a painting, and how do they get out of here?

Seeing the surprised expressions of several people, Mo Qinan sighed: "Actually, I can see that you are also new here. I am actually only more than a month earlier than you. A month ago, A tourist found a bone at the foot of the Jingxin Temple. I was responsible for collecting it on the spot that day, but I stepped on the ground at the foot of the mountain. When I woke up, I was in this world."

Speaking of this, Mo Qinan sighed: "I just fainted for a while. When I woke up, I found that my colleagues around were gone and the bones were gone. I wondered why they threw it. After leaving me alone, I didn’t feel right until I took the car back to the city office."

The busy city council on weekdays has become empty, without a trace of popularity.

At that moment, even if Mo Qinan's mental quality was superb, he was extremely broken.

He returned to his home, but he couldn’t get in the door, and he couldn’t see his family. The world is so busy from the street, but when you sit down, take a closer look, and take a serious look at you for a while. You will find a terrible thing.

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

"I’ve been here for a month and I’ve traveled everywhere. I even stole a car and planned to drive on the highway. But, do you know what I saw? Out of the city, it’s surrounded by It’s dark, there is no sky, no earth, and no road at all! That’s why I call this the world of painting."

In the painted world, all you can see is drawn on the painting, and the places that are not on the painting are just chaotic darkness...

"How could this be?"

If what Mo Qinan said is true, then this place is really terrible.

"How did you survive this past month?"

At this time, Ning Huanxin suddenly asked a question.

Mo Qinan has only one person. How did he survive in this painting world?

Hearing Ning Huanxin’s question, Mo Qinan couldn’t help but smile: “Didn’t I just tell you? I’ve traveled all over this world, and I found that this world is not very big, except for Nanyun City. The urban area and several suburban villages and towns under its jurisdiction are chaotic and pitch-black in other places, and there is no way to go. I just wandered around in these places. Later, I found out that only the small village under the Jingxinsi Mountain was there. It is possible to live. Although there are many regular people doing regular things, I found that there are like our previous world, restaurants and hotels are open, you can buy a lot of things there, and you can live there. Eating looks the same as before, but once you walk out of the village, you will find that the outside world is full of prosperity, and it is actually a dead city."

Speaking of this, Mo Qinan’s tone is getting lower and lower: "If you don’t believe me, you can try. The airport, train station, and bus station are closed. The only thing that really runs every day is from the city to the net. Those buses in the Heart Temple."