"What's so strange? An ancient painting is not strange, but it is not normal," Fu Bao muttered as he took a bite of the sauerkraut cake.

"It's an old painting, but it feels weird."

"Alas! No matter what it is, after a long time, it will naturally give birth to spiritual wisdom, and with spiritual wisdom, it will naturally make some movements, otherwise how lonely it is! Fu Bao glanced at Gong Dahan, he didn't understand such a simple truth.

"That's why that painting is fine," Gu Li got up, and the goosebumps fell to the ground in the morning.

"Ah, that thing is a youkai!" Miss Chen Jia covered her mouth and whispered, for fear of disturbing the colleagues next to her.

"Oops! Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, since the masters have brought them to us to see, it means that there is nothing wrong with these paintings, the masters are experienced, if these paintings were really problematic, they would have been burned long ago, can they still be taken out for us to see? ”

Fu Bao looked at the startled young lady of the Chen family and said helplessly.

"That's right," the young lady of the Chen family patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, okay, okay, don't talk about it, hurry up and eat and starve"

Gong Shaoyu was reluctant to think about these brain-burning things.

"Okay" and a few people kept silent. At this time, in the dean's study, a group of masters were chattering around the table.

"What's that? The person in the painting moved? I'm afraid you're getting faint."

The dean crossed Erlang's legs, squinted at these old and dizzy old men with his eyes while drinking tea, and ran nonsense without a good rest at noon, is it too little?

"Oops! Really, there is a problem with the batch of paintings you collected yesterday," it was Gu Li's painting master, Yang Lao, who spoke.

"How is it possible, that's the famous flower I worked so hard to collect, how can there be a problem"

"Oops! Look at it, this is the manuscript handed in by the students today, you take a look" Veteran Yang handed over the stack of manuscripts in his hand.

"Manuscripts? I'll take a look," the dean, and as a result, the manuscript in Yang Lao's hand was read.

"Yes, yes, the words are gorgeous but not gaudy."

"Who told you to comment on their writing, please take a look at what they wrote" The crazy Yang Lao made people a little unbearable.

"Okay, well, take a look" The dean was a little helpless, afraid of making a bad deal for Yang Laoqi, and he really had never seen Yang Lao so excited.

However, although the content of "what's going on" is different, the meaning conveyed is the same, full of melancholy, pessimistic color, and some people even wrote about the feelings of nostalgia.

The bewildered dean, "......"

Huaicai doesn't meet a fart, the ink in the stomach is not enough for two or two, run this and say that Huaicai doesn't meet?

"Dean, I think this is strange, I'm afraid there is something wrong with this painting, you remember that some of the paintings have some red dirt on them, we thought it was paint or something, but now it seems that it may be blood."

Yang Lao said with a solemn face.

Dean: "......: Don't be like this, I'm afraid.

"Lord Dean, Elder Yang is right, these paintings cannot be kept, whether there is a problem or not, we can't joke with the lives of students, if something happens, we can't afford it," a master stepped forward and said.

"Yes, yes" Everyone thought about this reason, and they should reconcile.

After hearing this, the dean thought for a moment, "That's reasonable, so let's send someone to gather these paintings first, so as not to cause panic, wait until the students return home in the evening, and no one in the academy will just burn them."

"Okay, that's it," Yang Lao slapped his hand on the table in fear.

The dean "......" calmed down